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7 Days Of Palm Springs by DickTracey 7 Days Of Palm Springs Pt. 01 Tracey teasing and enjoying sexual fun on holidays. This story happened last October when we were in Palm Springs for a week. A nice relaxing week but Tracey's idea of relaxing is different then mine. Tracey just has this way of getting attention and doesn't shy away from it. She loves people, loves being sexy and she really loves cocks, all shapes and sizes. DAY 1 WEDNESDAY We arrived in town on Wednesday about 4 in the afternoon. We checked in and unloaded the car. We had had a long drive so we laid down for a nap. We woke up at around eight. We ordered pizza and sat and had a couple of drinks. When the delivery guy knocked on the door, Tracey got up to answer, now you need to understand that Tracey is the only person I know who takes clothes of to answer the door. So she jumped up took her t shirt and shorts off. She had on a nice white sheer push up bra and a white sheer g string panty on. She answered the door and asked the pizza boy to come inn. When he picked his chin up off the floor he came in and placed the pizza on the desk. He gave her the bill and Tracey came to me and bent over so he got a great view of her ass. She gave him a healthy tip and he left. " So no interest in the young man?" I said. " Yes but I am hungry for pizza right now not cock. That is later sweetie," She answered. We sat eating pizza and watching some movie. We had a couple more coolers and then about ten Tracey decided it was time for a hot tub. She went out to check things out and yes in her bra and panties. She came back disappointed, because the pool area closes at ten. "I am going to go see the night manager and see if we can use the tub." She said as she took her bra and panties off. "What too put on to impress. Hmmmm... " She put on her sundress with spaghetti straps and buttons up the front. She left the top buttons undone to her sternum and also up to one a over her pussy. She gave me a kiss and off she went. I got changed into my shorts and got the cooler ready to go, because I know Tracey will get her way. Tracey returned in about twenty minutes with a smile. She then took of the dress and put her panties back on and a short white tank top. "So what happened, I assume it is ok." " Yes I will explain in the tub," She replied with a smile. We get to the tub and she climbs in just ahead of me. She stood up and she looked amazing. She sat up on the edge of the tub and leaned back on her hands with her legs spread. "You realize that you are making it hard, and hard too make eye contact," I said with a smile. "Well I was talking to Taz , the night manager, and he said it was fine to use it but we can't make a lot of noise. He said he would be watching me on the two security cameras for safety reasons. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off my tits. Well I guess me squeezing them together and leaning on the counter didn't help. When he came out of his office he caught me squatting down to look at brochures on the wall. My legs were spread and my dress hanging on each side of my legs exposing my pussy. I pretended to be embarrassed and apologized. He is a very cute Spanish guy." She said smiling. "So that's why your facing the camera." I said smiling. I gave her a kiss and then freed her tits and started thumbing her nipples while trying not to obscure the cameras. Then I slid her panties off and started messaging her pussy. She was moaning softly. I pulled her closer to the edge of the tub , then I slid my seven inch cock into her and slowly started pumping. She was leaning back on her hands and I was pulling her nipples and pumping her pussy. I could feel her starting to shake and she started to moaning. "Fuck Dick I have been horny all day. Fuck me harder!" I started driving into her as hard as I can when she tenses right up and exhales. I pulled my dick out and started stroking it when she slid off the edge and started sucking my cock and not much later I exploded in her mouth. She licked it all up and stood up and kissed me. "Let's go to our room," She said as she waved to the camera. We walked across the pool area carrying the cooler and her bathing suit. As we left the pool area we ran into the security guard, I thought for sure we were in trouble. " Hi folks, hope you had fun. I know Taz and I enjoyed the security feed," He said with a smile. "Taz said you were going to try and give us a show every night. That would brighten our Night Shift," He said. " I had to come and meet you guys, he said Tracey was really friendly." With that Tracey stepped forwards and put her arms around his neck and pulled him tight to her and kissed him deeply. He in turn grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter to him. She took his hands of her ass and brought them up to her tits. She could feel his dick getting hard while she ground it on her hip. "Well I am going to take care of Dick now so I have to go. See you tomorrow," Said Tracey. "WOW! Thanks, you are amazing. See more of you tomorrow, then." "Night, I am sure you will , " She replied sheepishly and smiling. "Let's go to bed Dick, I am tired, " Tracey said. "Tomorrow is another day." DAY 2 THURSDAY We got up in the morning had some breakfast and then laid by the pool. We decided to head to the Cabazon Outlets. The dressing room stories are true except one and I will let you decide which one you think is not true. It was just supposed to be just a quiet day for us. Tracey relaxing and Tracey shopping. Well that's not really what happened because Tracey is always horny and thinking. Not that we didn't have fun. Also most of the supper and hotel parts are true. As you know we were in Palm Springs for a nice relaxing week at the Inn hotel. We got up had breakfast and chatted about the day. I am not sure if I can use the name of places, so they are changed but with a little imagination you can figure them out. Tracey said, " I would like to go to the mall in Cabazon. We could go for noon and spend some time shopping. So what do you think?" " Sounds good to me as long as we pick something up sexy for you to wear for supper. I think that would be fair. " " Ok sounds good to me but how sexy?" She says with a smile. " Well you do know how to tease me. I love when you try stuff on, thinking of you naked in a change room. Just seems to make thinks twitch, " I said in anticipation. We went back to our room and got ready to go. Tracey put on sheer g string panty and a push up bra both aqua coloured. She put on a short skirt and a deep v neck t shirt. We headed out on the half hour drive to Cabazon. We arrived there at noon and parked in the lot by the pretzel shop. We had already decided to have a pretzel, AA cinnamon and sugar pretzels are amazing. Anyways we sat on the bench in front of AA's and decided where to start. " So what do you want to do first? " I asked. " I think we could go to /// shop first and then walk across to the Desert mall. We could go to the check mark, LLemon and the Secrets, for sure. " " Sounds great. Let's roll. " I said. So we headed out and went to the /// shop and she looked around didn't find anything. So we moved on, we walked across the street to the Desert mall and headed for the check mark store. I went and looked at shoes on the wall , I mean it had 30% off. Tracey hit the clothing racks and had some stuff to try on. So we headed to the change rooms. I stood outside thinking about her being naked behind the curtain. After all the rule is she has to get naked in the change room. Anyways she tried on a couple of skirts and a deep v bra. She decided on the bra. A nice pink with her tan her tits looked amazing. We left the store with the check mark and walked through the mall and crossed the street when we got to the escalator, Tracey went ahead of me and jumped in ahead of a couple of guys. She was about five feet ahead of them and I was right behind them. As she got on the escalator she dropped the bag her bra was in and she bent over to pick it up. I almost couldn't believe what I seen as I was completely caught of guard. When she bent over, she kept her knees straight, which caused her shirt to ride up. That made the crotch of sheer panties show and as a bonus they were wet already and the day had just started, it was almost like her panties weren't there. Her panties being wet made me wonder what she was thinking about. I got off the escalator and I headed to the Bucks to get a coffee. The two guys stopped for a second to say something and she smiled. After she walked over to talk to me. " Tracey your such a bad girl. How come your so wet? We just got here. " I said smiling. " Well when we were in the store with the check mark, I was in the dressing room I got totally naked to model the stuff for you. Standing there naked with only a curtain between me and the people in the store was exciting especially because I didn't pull the curtain right closed. I left about six inches open. When I came out to show you, the guy that was the attendant was outside my cubicle every time. Not sure what he seen. It doesn't matter it still turned me on." She said with her sexy smile. "Awesome now the rest of the time do the same thing. I love thinking about you being naked in the dressing rooms. You go ahead and In the mean time I am going to have my coffee. I will catch up to you down the mall. Unless you want coffee?" " No I am going to keep going. Maybe you can catch up to me at the LLemon store. There isn't much between there and here that I am interested in. So see you there ok," She said, " Love you. " She comes to give me a kiss and I slid my hands up her skirt and felt her pussy. It was wet and warm. She just smiled and turned and burned. So I sat drinking my coffee for probably fifteen minutes thinking about how lucky I am to have such a horny woman like Tracey. I then headed for L Lemon. When I got there I walked in looking for Tracey and there was a few people in there roaming around. Tracey was there talking with a guy looking at clothes. So I decided to just stand back and see what was up. I was trying to figure if he was an employee or a customer. She headed towards the change rooms and to my surprise him in tow. I moved a little closer about two racks away and pretended to be looking. Tracey turned and looked right at me and smiled. She pulled back the curtain. The attendant said, " Would you like your husband to go in with you?" Tracey hesitated slightly before saying , " Yes I would and took the guy by the hand and they disappeared behind the curtain. " She looked straight at me again with a huge smile. So here I am watching my wife go into a change room with a strange guy , knowing full well that she is getting naked, seeing as I told her to. I was getting so horny , I couldn't believe it. I grabbed some shorts and went to try them on. I got the next change room but could not hear anything. As I came out of the change room I seen the lady bring her some skirts to try on and as Tracey opened the curtain and in the mirror I could see she was naked but I could not see him. I went and looked around for a couple of minutes and then I seen them leave the change room . So I slipped out of the store and sat on the planter outside. They went to the till and payed for some stuff and then they came out together and headed down the mall. As they went by she winked at me. I also noticed Tracey didn't have a bra on anymore. They walked down to the Secrets store with his hand on her shoulder. Tracey is 5'3" so with him beside her he looked to be around 6'. He had short blonde hair and looked like was a tennis player or something. I wondered down behind them by a couple of minutes. I was jealous and horny , I couldn't believe what was happening. I mean our nice relaxing shopping day has turned into one horny one. Not complaining because I enjoy a good surprise. By the time I got down there they were in the store already. I sat outside on another planter. I could see them in there looking at lingerie. Then they headed to the change room, so I moved to get a better look. I wondered into the store and started to browse. Tracey went into the dressing room and about a minute later she sent me a text of her standing naked in the change room. A few minutes later she sent me a pic of her in a baby doll nightie with no panties. Then I seen her come out and model it for the guy. I was so fucking horny. She sent a pick of her in a pair of panties and bra. So sexy and then she walked out to show him. I am sure he must have been going crazy. She went back into the room. Then she came out and headed to the cashier. I went back outside and sat on the planter again. They came out and went next door to the Last Chance place. I watched then go inside with his arm around her. They headed in and I followed as they headed for the dresses. They spent time looking and then picked three dresses and headed to the change room. When they got to the dressing rooms Tracey went in and was followed by him. All of a sudden my phone buzzes so I answered. She has face timing me, not sure if it was a butt dial or on purpose. I couldn't see anything at first then I guess she moved and I could see the mirror. There she was standing taking her t shirt off. He then helped her out of her skirt. He said,, " Let me help you with those panties and he reached out and pulled them down. " They hit the floor and she stepped out of them. She replied, " Hey why don't you keep those, if you want. " She stood in front him and told him to stand up, she then pulled his shorts down and got on her knees, took hold of his cock. I could hardly see what she was doing but her pussy was looking so wet and juicy in the mirror. I could here her slurping so I knew what she was up to. She spent a minute doing him and then stood up and kissed him. Then she tried the three dresses on and they looked fantastic. All were sexy sundresses one was a slip dress that you could see everything through, a peasant dress with no sleeves and a dress with buttons up the front with spaghetti straps. She then got naked again and walked to him sitting on the bench and bent over and stroked his dick. She bent over to pick something up, he then grabbed her from behind and pulled her to him. He slid his cock into her wet juicy pussy, at the same time he reached around and started massaging her tits. She rode him for a short time and then stood up and said you can't come in me I don't want it running down my leg. She turns around and grabs his cock again and starts sucking like crazy. She deep throats his roughly seven inches. Very shortly after he explodes in her mouth which I didn't see but heard. I did see her gorgeous wet pussy though. By now the attendant has returned but I don't think they knew it.Tracey put her t shirt and skirt on. They came out of the room and the look on the attendant's face was priceless. They headed to the till, so I headed outside. I got out there and she texted me. ' Meet me at Buck's '. So I headed back to Buck's and waited for her. About ten minutes later she shows up with a bunch of bags. She came up to me and gave me a big kiss. She said, "Let's go," So we left and headed back to the car. " So what was that , dear? That was a big surprise and a good one. " I said with a smile. " Well it was such a turn on. I guess when I went up the escalator, I thought I would give you a treat and bend over but he was behind you and seen my show. He said he had noticed me before but me bending over was what really got his interest. He decided he need to get to know me and didn't realize I was with you. Then those two guys I was trying to tease stopped to talk and thanked me but they were married and meeting there wives other wise they wanted to go for coffee. Then I talked to you. I got to the L Lemon and started looking at clothes and he started talking to me. He had said he wanted to buy his wife something nice and was looking for help," She said all giddy. " So you bought that did you. I wonder how many times that works, " I laughed. " Well at first I thought maybe but he did buy something for her. We were looking and I found some stuff to try on so I asked him if he wanted me to try on stuff for him. He said sure so we grabbed the things he liked and headed to the change rooms. Well when we got there the lady asked if my husband wanted to go in with me," She said nervously. We got to the car and loaded her bags in the trunk and I am thinking how much did she spend. We will talk about it later I guess, I was thinking. " Yes I heard that and I was jealous because I would have loved it to have been me, " I said chuckling. " So I grabbed his hand and said yes. We got in there and he was flabbergasted and shocked, so I asked him if he wanted to leave. Meanwhile I took my shirt off. He sat there an I took my bra of right in front of his face and handed to him to put in his pocket. I was remembering that by you orders I had to get naked in there. I then got him to take my skirt and panties off. So I was standing naked in front of him and I turned around to pick up a pair of shorts. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was amazing he sucked on my pussy lips. He reached my nipples started pulling on them and massaging them. Then he grabbed them and squeezed. All of a sudden the lady asked if she could help. So I jumped up and asked her to get me a couple of other things. " She said with a shy smile. It was about five and we were almost back to the hotel. Tracey was all giddy and excited. " I can't believe how much fun it was. My heart was pounding the whole time. He was very nice and not hard to look at. I got dressed and we came out and I figured we better buy something. Then we went to Secrets and I was so horny it was crazy. I think it was because it was just so unexpected. Anyways we picked out some teddies, a couple of bras and some thongs. I tried on the teddies which I could see you watching and a couple of other guys and that is why I wore no panties. When I came out a couple of guys just nodded and being the Hotwife I am I smiled and said thanks, " She said laughing. "We went to the Last Chance place and found three nice dresses. I went to the dressing rooms and he just followed me so I tried to set my phone up for you but have no idea what you seen," She said. " I could see pretty much everything in the mirror. When you were blowing him I had an awesome view of your pussy. It was amazing looking at my phone and seeing what was going on in the dressing room. It looks like you took very good care of him, " I said with a big smile. " I told him he could take pics but none of my face. So I seen some of them and they are good. The one with my face you can't tell because I am to busy sucking his cock which was around seven inches because I could swallow the whole thing. It was just a lot of fun also he took a close up of my wet pussy which even made me wetter. He does have my number, so we will see if I hear from him," She said with that horny look. By now we are in the parking lot and unloading the car and heading into the hotel. We got back to the room with all of Tracey's bags. " So I am afraid to ask, how much was the hit on the credit card, " I asked? " None , he said his treat. I guess he had fun because he would not let me pay. He was very kind and he asked what I was up to later. I told him we were going to Rick's Lounge. He really was a nice guy and I am hoping he stops by the bar. I am hungry though so I think we should go for supper soon." " I think we should get cleaned up and have a nap and off we go, maybe have a snack," I said. " Ok you shower and nap and I will shower and get ready." She leaned over and kissed me. I jumped in the shower and then laid down to nap. I guess in the mean time Tracey showered and started to get ready. I woke up to her sucking my cock, she licked up and down it's shaft. She didn't take long before she had my full attention. She looked up at me, those sparkling eyes were up to something. It wasn't long after when I came and she swallowed the hole load. She started to get ready, did her hair and makeup then she put on her dress. It was a mauve slip dress with a deep v neck, spaghetti straps and a low back. Apparently no bra which just wouldn't look good and no panties. That was quick. Her nipples looked amazing in that dress. You could see the bumps on her areoles. " Looking awesome gorgeous, that dress is amazing.. I guess we should go and have a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. " She replied, "This is one of the dresses he bought. Do you like how it makes my tits look? I guess that's a silly question. I think I will take my sweater." "Yup love it but by the way what is his name? I don't want to call him that guy. He's has great taste in tits, dresses and women. By the way your tits look amazing in that dress. The mauve with your tan alone is enough for a hard on ." I replied maliciously. "His name is Robert." She said with a big smile. She put her sweater on and off we went to Rick's lounge. We walked the block to get there chatting about the day. Tracey wondered if he would show up not that he was invited but she did say where we were going for supper. We got here in just a few minutes. We went to the lounge and sat at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. Tracey coconut rum and orange juice and me a bourbon neat. We ordered a couple of appetizers and sat chatting. I kept facing her with my hand on her leg moving it up and down right to her pussy. She just sat there talking to me and the bartender while I played let's see if she blinks. The bartender seemed to have trouble making eye contact which just made Tracey even more interested in him and so were her nipples. We sat there for about two hours and was just thinking of leaving when guess who comes in. I seen him coming but Tracey didn't because after four drinks she was to busy flirting with the bartender. He just stood at the other end of the bar so our bartender Rod excused himself and went over to him to get his order. Tracey gave me a kiss and I said you should look behind you but remember I don't know him and that is probably why he hasn't come over. So I suggest you figure away to talk to him and tell him I know everything. Tracey turned to look, Rod was just taking Robert his drink. She looked at Robert and yelped,"Hey Robert!" And she slid off the bar stool and her dress went just about to her waist showing her gorgeous white pussy to anyone watching. Which Robert for one made eye contact with her pussy and so did every guy on that side of the bar and some of the ladies. Tracey went over and gave him a kiss and hug. "So you found us," She said, "I was hoping you would come by. Come I will introduce you to Dick." She takes his hand brings him to our end of the bar. "This is Dick , Dick this is Robert. " We both said how nice it was to meet you. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to come by, seeing as your married. I thought though if I sat at the end of the bar you might just ignore me, mind you I was hoping you would be glad to see me. He said with a laugh. You do know how to make a guy welcome." " I was hoping you would come, don't worry Dick knows everything and is cool. He is one awesome husband. He lets me get away with what I do. " She laughed. We had a couple of drinks I noticed he had his hand on Tracey's thigh and I had mine on the other. She seemed to be enjoying it. She was flirting with Robert, Rod and me. She was forever rubbing a boob on my arm or Robert's. After awhile or more like three drinks Tracey suggested we go back to our hotel and head for the hot tub. Tracey was pretty tipsy by now I suspect pretty horny. "So do you guys think it's hot tub time? I would like a hot tub and a drink." She says with pretty sly smile. "Robert said I would like that but I have no trunks. I can sit and watch. " "I am game but I think it closes at ten so we will send Tracey to negotiate. We can go across the street and get some booze and go to our room. If not," I said. "Ok let's go, I'll go across the street and grab some drinks for the room," I said. Robert replied, "Ok Tracey and I will pick you up there." So I got up and walked across the street and went to the liquor store. I grabbed some crown royal coolers and some banana strawberry coolers. When I came out I found Tracey and Robert making out. It was ten fifteen when we got to the hotel, so technically the hot tub was closed. Tracey said, "You guys go to the hot tub and I will meet you there.I am going to see Taz, the night manager to make sure we are ok." I replied, "Sounds good, we'll get some ice and cups and head to the tub." We gathered everything up and I changed to my trunks and Robert just left his clothes, other than his boxer shorts, in our room. We grabbed the cooler and some towels. We got out there and climbed in the hot tub. We both had a crown and we were on second before Tracey came out of our room, which is Poolside. We watched her as she walked across the pool deck in her white bikini top that was pretty sheer and her sheer white g string panties she wore with it. As she came up I asked, "So what's up, you where awhile getting here and did he say it was ok." She was laughing, as she said,"We are good, I asked Taz and he said there was no problem as long as we didn't get loud. I told him I was very quite and he blushed. He said there was two cameras on the tub an he would be checking to see if we were ok. He also said if someone came to the tub we would have allow them in. I said I wanted to thank him if it was ok. He said no need but I took his hand and I went around the counter still making sure the security camera was on us. I took his cock out of his shorts and started sucking it, then I pulled the top of my dress down and then took his hard and slippery cock between my tits. He started pumping and just as he was going to come I grabbed his cock and started stroking and sucking. Then all just like magic he blew his load in my mouth and he just kept coming. I stood up and I guess he noticed cum on my chin and wiped it off. " "You are so good when your so bad. Here's one of your strawberry banana cooler. Your awesome, "I said smiling. Robert said with a big smile,"I hope he didn't tire you out. " She just smiled and got in the tub and then stood up. She stood there on the step with her see through suit and turned and waved at the camera. She sat across from Robert and I was sitting on the edge of the tub beside her. Robert jumped a little when she put her foot between his legs. We just sat talking about the day. Robert was saying, " I first seen Tracey when she bent over on the escalator and thought I would try and meet her. Seeing her with you I thought at first you were together until she left you there. Then I thought ok maybe she is alone. " Tracey got up and took her top off and handed it to me. Then she stood on the seat beside Robert and waited for him to take panties off. She threw them to me and then sat on his lap. She started kissing and he started playing with her boobs. Tracey whispered,"I see your happy to see all of me. I need you to take your shorts off. I want your cock , you need to finish what you stared earlier.Dick you need to take yours off too." We both got up and took them off. I slid into the water and Robert sat back down and slid forwards, then Tracey straddled him. She slid slowly down on his cock and started to slowly ride him. She was taking her time. She then got up and walked to me and told me to sit on the edge, she then took my rock hard cock and put it in her mouth and started sucking and licking , then started massaging my balls. Robert grabbed her hips and inserted his cock into her pussy and started humping her from behind. Robert started pounding away and came first but it wasn't long after that I blew my load. We were sitting talking about how much fun the day was and contemplating going to the room. As we were thinking about it, two younger guys came into the tub area. Tracey made no effort to cover herself, in fact she stood up to welcome them. Tracey introduced us," This is Robert, Dick and I am Tracey. Nice to meet you. " The first guy said, " He is Bob and I am Liam. We were watching you guys from our balcony and thought we would come see up close. Hope you don't mind, we just got so horny watching. Is it ok to come in?" Meanwhile Tracey is sitting between Robert and I gently stroking our dicks. She looks at both of us and whisperers. "What do you guys think? I think it could be fun. " Robert replies with a smile,"As long it is ok with Dick it is ok with me, as long as you don't ignore us. " Tracey with a big smile says quietly, "Ok fun times, guys. " She looks at the guys standing there and says in a deep sultry voice. " I you guys are coming in here , while I'm in here, you need to drop your shorts, now. ' " Yes Ma'am, "They replied in unison. Then the boys dropped their shorts. "Now stand on the steps,"Tracey ordered. The boys stood on the steps and Tracey came up to them and inspected their already half erect cocks. As she picks the two cocks up and looks at them she starts to rub them up and down. She looks up at the guy with his cock in her right hand, "You have a real hammer here but both you guys have sprung a leak. "She takes and licks the precum of their dicks like they were ice cream cones. She then takes and rubs there cocks up against her tits. She was enjoying ever moment and the boys looked like they had died and gone to heaven. "Ok you boys sit on the edge of the pool. She then turns and comes over to us. I need you guys to take care of my back. " She said as she gave each of us a kiss. The boys went and sat on edge of the tub and Tracey walked over and put a cock in each hand. She took the hammer and put in her mouth and stroked the other one. Robert came up behind her and entered her from behind and started pumping her hard and fast and again came pretty quickly. She then turned and got us to sit on the edge of the tub and instructed hammer boy to screw her from behind. He grabbed her by the hips and drove his cock into Tracey hard and fast, she kept gasping every time he thrust. She was trying to stroke and suck our cocks but big boy in the back had most of her attention. I think Robert and I came more from watching Tracey get nailed by that huge cock. The look on her face was priceless. She then laid him on his back and slid down on his cock and then asked his buddy if he like anal. He jumped at the chance and lubed his cock wit the cum running out of her pussy. He slowly eased his cock in her ass and she moaned loudly. The boys started to pump and soon after unloaded in her. The three of them just rolled on to the deck. Tracey decided it was time for us to go to our room. First she liked the hammer clean and gave them both a kiss. We went to our room with Robert and the boys went to theirs. Tracey and Robert laid on the bed and Robert started to softly stroke her body and she just laid there with come leaking from her ass and her pussy. I laid down on the other side of her and started fondling her. We both started sucking a boob. I was playing with her nipple with my tongue. We were running our hands up and down her thighs. At the same time we pulled her knees apart, exposing her dripping pussy. She was just laying there limp and enjoying being touched. We both grabbed a pussy lip and started rolling in our fingers. They were so juicy and we stretched them and Tracey started moaning. I moved out of the way an Roberto rolled over on top of her and inserted his dick in her and started slowly pumping. Tracey put her arms around him and locked her legs around his ass. Not long after he tenses up as he cums. He rolled off of her and she was moaning with her eyes closed. I waited a couple of minutes and then it was my turn. I rolled onto her and slid my cock into her and she put her arms and her legs around me. I came pretty quickly and Tracey whispered in my ear,"I love you so much. " All night when Robert or I woke up we would roll on top of her and fuck her, to the point we were both shooting blanks. At times Tracey's pussy looked like water fall with all cum running out of it. The three of us slept on and off all night. DAY 3 FRIDAY We woke up in the morning and Tracey had a shower and put on a tank top and a pair of booty shorts and the three of us went for breakfast. Robert and I talked golf and I agreed to play in a Texas scramble on Saturday. Robert then went on his way and we went to our room. When we got there Tracey pushed me on the bed and attacked me. She pulled my dick out and started riding but She wouldn't allow me to finish. " I want you to save it for later. Now l am going out to the pool. " Tracey went out to the pool and laid down on one of the loungers to suntan and I walked to the liquor store to get more booze. Tracey had gone out in her white top from yesterday and a pair of panties that could pass for a suit. She no sooner got out by the pool and the boys showed up. Tracey nicknamed the guy with the hammer for a cock H. The other guy she called G as in guy. I don't think she remembered their names. She laid on her stomach and H asked if he could put lotion on her and she nodded yes. He proceeded to start at her feet and worked his way up her calfs to he knees and Tracey just spread her legs. He put more lotion on and up her thighs sliding his hands up the inside and rubbing his hand up against her wet pussy. He then proceeded to the cheeks of her ass with his fingers sliding under her panties. He moved up her back and when he came to the ties on her top he just undid them and let them fall to the side. H rubbed lotion on her lower back and up to her shoulders. The other guy asked her to roll over, so he could put lotion on the front. Tracey rolled over on her pack and stretched out. He started to put lotion on her feet and shins massaging as he went. As he got to her knees and thighs Tracey spread her legs and put her arms above her head. He started rubbing her thighs and worked his way up to her pussy. Tracey says in her very nervous voice," I think I am going to call you Fingers. They are so powerful and seem to know just what I want. " So now we have H as in the Hammer and Fingers , sounds like two mafia guys instead of two horny young guys. In the mean time Fingers is massaging Tracey's hips and lower stomach and slides his hands under her panties. He continues working his hands up to her chest and looks at Tracey with her hands above her head. Her eyes were closed so he took her top off and began messaging her tits. He began playing with her nipples. He put lotion on her tits and messaged up to her neck. Tracey started moaning and enjoying his touch. She was loving the sun shining on her tits, also having the boys stare at her. She laid there with the boys, tanning for an hour. Then she got up and put her top on and grabbed a float and jumped in the pool. Of course the boys jumped in also. While they were swimming the boys were talking about wanting to go out that night seeing as it was their last day in town. They finally asked, " Hmmmmmm we were wondering if Dick would let you go out with us to a bar tonight? We want to go to the Copa." "Well first of all Tracey doesn't ask permission but I will talk to Dick because he may have other plans. He should be back soon," She replied. Mind you she was getting pretty excited over the thought of going out with two guys combined age was about hers. Well boys if we are going out tonight I need to get ready. With that she got out of the water and headed to our room. She was in the shower when I returned so I put the few things I bought away. Tracey came out of the shower and looking radiant in the sun shining through the window. Her silhouette was amazing. "Hey your back!" She says as she jumps into my arms. "I missed you." "Sure , you were hanging out with two young guys. You seem excited about something. " I said. "Well the boys asked me out tonight to the Copa. I said I would talk to you and see what your thoughts are. I am nervous about going out with them, there so young." She said anxiously. "Hmmmmmmm... what do you want to do? If you want to go then go. I will tag along and just watch from the bar but it's your choice." "Ok I will phone the boys." Then she picked up the phone and punched in their number, talked a minute and turned around with a big smile. "They are really pumped to go out with me, I have a hunch my pussy is going to be wet all night. I think I need a nap." "What time? " "They want to go at around 9 and you are more than welcome to come too, so they ordered tickets or something. I do think they want me to themselves though." "That's fine I will be the driver and just sit at the bar. You can do what ever you want. It's about you enjoying yourself." I said quietly. "Go have your nap." Tracey laid down and had her nap for an hour then she got up and started getting ready for her date. She did her makeup and her hair, then she put on a mauve sheer top that had pockets covering her nipples. It was obvious that she had no bra on but the pockets were plenty big enough to cover nipples and areoles. She left buttons undone to her sternum and her blouse came down to just above her belly button. She put on some white sheer thong panties with a very small V and strings on the sides and the back. The white skirt she put on sat low on her hips and went to just below the middle of her thighs. It buttoned up the front to her waist just inline with the inside of her thigh. Then she put on high heel sandals. We took a couple of coolers out to the patio and sat talking for a half hour. The boys, H and Fingers showed and both had white shirts and black pants. "Ok guys I am going to drop you guys of and then park the car. After that I will come in the bar and find a spot where I can watch. I won't bug you guys unless you are pissing Tracey off. Really I am not worried about that. Let's have fun." I said. "Tracey do we get to play with all those buttons?" H asked. "For sure, that's what buttons are for. We are going to have fun boys." Tracey said smiling. We went to the car and Tracey sat in the middle between H and Fingers. I drove them to the Copa and dropped them off then parked the car. I took my time walking to the bar as I wanted them to get settled. I get inside and look around trying to see where they were. Finally seeing them sitting at the bar half way down. Tracey was between the boys. Behind them were u shaped couches. I found a seat at the bar on the curve about six seats away. I was sitting thinking Tracey's sheer blouse must look amazing from the couches behind her, with her bra less back and lots of side boob. She was getting lots of attention from the boys. She turned and slid off the stool and walked to ward me. She stopped for a moment, her blouse was undone all but one button just below her sternum. Her skirt was undone to her waist, then she continued past me. H was right behind her on the way to the dance floor. They were dancing and H's hands were all over her. Tracey put her arms around his neck and his hands were on her hips. Wasn't sure who was grinding into who but it was hot. He slid his hands up underneath her blouse and Tracey started kissing him. When the dance ended Fingers came and cut in. He was dancing a nice slow one and his hands were all over her ass and again not sure who was grinding who. He had slid his hand inside her skirt. When the song was over a guy that was sitting on the couch behind her, who had probably watched her slide of the stool and got a view of her sexy panties, got up and head to the dance floor. He cut in on fingers and stood talking to Tracey. The music started and they were dancing when he turned her around to face the boys and myself. He started grinding up against her ass. He reached around and undid her last button on her blouse. He was running his hands on her torso and worked his way up to her tits. Tracey leaned back into him putting her hands over her head reaching back for him. He was massaging her tits and thumbing her nipples. He then slid one hand down to her pelvis and then his hand disappeared under her dress. All of a sudden he pulls her panties from under her skirt and Tracey went a little wild, she turned and started kissing him and grinding against his cock he spun her back around and continued grind his dick between her butt cheeks and molesting her tits. I looked over my shoulder and both boys chins were on the bar. After the song he walked her to the stool and helped her up on the stool. She didn't bother turning to face the bar, she stayed leaning on the bar. Both hands disappeared to the boys laps and both kind of jumped. She sat there facing the couch guy with her legs spread and him and his buddies being at eye level with her pussy. Her blouse was undone and draped over her tits but the pockets no longer covered her nipples. The boys recovered and both reached a hand down between her legs and started to slide them up and down her thighs and rubbing her clit with there thumbs. Tracey sat staring at couch guy and him back at her when he pulled her panties out of his pocket to show her. I believe she came on the spot. She then kissed both boys, then slid off the stool, walked across to couch boy leaned over exposing her tits and kissed him and he reached for both nipples and pulled them gently. She then stepped back winked and grabbed H and Fingers by the hands and headed for the door. I followed a minute or so later. The boys and Tracey were outside waiting. It was a short walk to the car. "Fuck! That was soooooo... fucking hot," Said H excitedly. "I thought you were going to dump us but I could not stop watching." "No boys as much as it may have been fun I always go home with the one who brought me. Besides when he was grinding his cock against my ass. I realized his cock was no where near the size of the Hammer's," She said with a laugh. "Besides I want that hammer between my legs tonight. " It was a short ride to the hotel. We got there and Tracey said you guys go to the hot tub, I have to go see Taz. So we went and got the cooler and then we headed to the pool area. She was gone maybe fifteen minutes. We seen her coming through the courtyard with her shirt wide open. She came into the pool area and took her shirt off and laid it on the lounger, then removed her skirt. I handed her a cooler and she chugged it while standing naked at the side of the pool. I handed her another and she slide into the tub. "Taz says we are good, he will be watching to make sure we are okay." She said with a smile. "He loved my blouse and especially my nipples ,also my nice shaved pussy. He stuck a finger in it and looked at me and smiled. He said looks like you had fun." She whispered to me. "He asked me, seeing as it was his day off tomorrow would I go to a pool party with him around noon. What do you think?" "Sounds ok to me, I am going golfing tomorrow so you will have the day to yourself," I said with a smile. "Well to night I want H's big cock in me... Only there another cooler?" She said as she drank the last one. She sat on the edge of the tub and told Fingers to sit behind her. He sat on a cushion behind her, he put a leg down each side of her with his crotch up against her lower back. She leaned back so her shoulders where against Fingers chest. He reached around and started caressing her tits, gently running his fingers on her areoles and nipples. She looked gorgeous on the edge of the tub with her legs spread exposing her glistening pussy and in Fingers arms. "Fingers seems your happy to see me or you have a banana in your pocket. Ok ok it's an old joke," She laughed, "This is so relaxing, this has been fun." "So what was up with the guy in the bar," I asked,"He seemed really interested in you." "Oh he was, apparently my pussy was at his eye level, he said it was hypnotizing, his words not mine. I really enjoyed the dance even if it cost me a pair of panties. He did make me cum." H grabbed three drinks and stepped to the other side of the tub. Tracey and Fingers both took one, then he sat so he could run his hand on Tracey's thighs. "That guy then pissed me off. He wanted me to dump the boys and party with him but I like these guys," She said with a smile. "Thanks, I am glad you think that way," H said as he slid into the water and started kissing the inside of Tracey's knees. "Besides when he was grinding my ass, i realized his cock was no match for H's and in fact either of you guys." Tracey said with a smile. By now H has worked his way halfway up her thighs. Fingers is still fondling her tits. H has got to her pussy and is licking it. Tracey has stopped talking and is now very limp in Fingers arms. She has her head back on his chest, eyes closed and is starting to breathe heavy. Watching Tracey, she looked so beautiful naked sitting on the edge of the tub in Fingers arms and H eating her pussy. "I need that fucking big hammer of yours now H. Please!" Tracey exclaimed. H stood up and grabbed his cock and started rubbing the end on her pussy. He pushed a little and he got the head inside. "Ram that cock of yours into my pussy H. I want that cock of yours now!" Tracey said loudly. H pushed harder and got it half way in then drew it back and hammered it home right to the hilt. Tracey winced in pain and started moaning as H pounded away and Fingers continued his attack on Tracey's tits by pulling her nipples. It didn't take long before H started coming , he would push and hold her by the hips then relax and then push again. You could see the cum running down to her ass. Tracey turned around and pushed Fingers down pulled his shorts down and mounted his cock. She rode him hard until he came. She got up and cum was running down her thigh. She laid on the lounger looking at the three of us. We sat having a drink and then Tracey said I want the three of you to cum on me. So she grabbed H's cock and started sucking while she started stroking Fingers cock. I grabbed her hips and entered her sloppy wet pussy and stated pumping. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I pulled out and started to stroke my cock until I started to cum all over her tits and stomach. Then Fingers came and shot his load over her pussy, her stomach and all the way to her tits. I thought I blew a load but Fingers made me look like an amateur. Tracey just laid there watching and then H exploded all over her, he hosed her down from her face to her pussy and thighs. We looked at her covered in cum. She smiled and started rubbing the cum into her skin,. Her tits , her stomach, her thighs even her face then she licked her fingers. We were standing there when the sprinklers went off , so Tracey went and stood in them and washed the cum off her. She then squatted over a sprinkler and washed her pussy. After she finished she gave the boys hugs and kisses and headed to our room. I stopped to talk to the boys. "Well we are leaving tomorrow morning at ten , to go to the airport. " H said. " if you guys want a ride come by the room at nine thirty and I will drive you to the airport." I offered. "Awesome Dick, thanks." Said H I headed for our room and when I got to the gate there was Tracey with the security guard again. He had one hand on her ass the other on her tits and kissing her with Tracey's arms around his neck. "So what's up. Are you guys having fun," I said laughing. " I just thought I would help make his night interesting," Tracey slurred , she was pretty drunk. " I wanted him to put his cuffs on me. I really do want those cuffs. " "Thanks Cuffs for taking care of her," I said. "Come on Tracey, let's go to bed." I said as we headed of to our room.

Janet's Story by edithdick Janet's Story (Part 1 - Airport Mishap) “Hello, is this Janet Wu?” asked a pleasant sounding woman on the other end of the phone. “Hi, um. Yes, this is Janet.” She replied, nervously. This was her third job interview in the last two weeks and she hadn’t had a call back on either of the other two. “Hi Janet, my name is Marianne.” Chirped the other woman. “This is just a screening interview, so no need to be nervous.” Janet felt a bead of sweat on her forehead. Do I really sound nervous? She wondered. “It is a pleasure to meet you Marianne.” Janet said, trying to steady her voice. “Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself to get things rolling?” Marianne asked. Janet smiled, hoping it would disguise her nervousness. She hated talking about herself, or making herself the center of attention in any way. She has always gotten by through academic achievement, and avoided classes or environments that required her to step directly into the spotlight on her own. The first two interviews were disasters because she froze up and refused to speak. This time, she prepared notes to focus on instead of trying to think on her feet. She quickly sorted through the pile of notes to one titled, “About Me” She then red verbatim as casually as she could muster: My name is Janet Wu I live in San Francisco I graduated three months ago with a BS in Accounting and Business Management I am looking for my first job in my new career There was a brief pause after Janet stopped talking and Marianne chimed in. “Yea, I can read all of that on your resume. But why don’t you tell me about you? Do you have friends? What are your interests? Do you have any hobbies?” Janet began sifting through the stack of notes desperately looking for a paper that she knew didn’t exist. “Um… ah.” was all she could muster. “Relax.” Marianne said. “This isn’t a quiz.” Marianne’s voice was somehow comforting. Janet apologized, “I’m so sorry. I am very shy around new people.” “Well there is something not on your resume.” Marianne said with a soft chuckle. “What caused you to be shy?” “I… don’t know.” Janet said. “I’ve always been a little awkward around people until I have had a chance to know them.” “Well,” Marianne replied. “Don’t worry. This interview is just a formality anyway. We already decided to bring you in for an onsite interview. I just like getting to know a little about my candidates before flying them across the country.” “Really?” Janet asked excitedly. “Yes, really.” Marianne responded. “Your friend Keiko recommended you so highly, we had to take a look for ourselves.” Keiko was Janet’s college roommate. She had been working for Anderson Fitness for the past year and was the one who told Janet to apply for the job. She didn’t mention she was giving a recommendation though. “Did you say fly me across the country?” Janet asked. “Isn’t there a business office in San Francisco?” “We have a sales office in San Francisco, but our corporate Headquarters in located here in Charlotte, North Carolina.” “I… how does this work then?” “Well, if you are asking about the flight, we would have you book your flight and hotel, and then will reimburse you the day of the interview.” “Oh, I meant, do I need to move to Charlotte if I take this job?” “Probably.” Marianne said. “Commuting seems problematic, I would think.” There were likely 1,000 concerns about this that should have registered in Janet’s mind, but in actuality only one thought occurred to her. She would be 2500 miles away from her mom. YES she thought eagerly. “Yes what?” Marianne asked. “Um, yes, I will be happy to come to Charlotte for an interview.” Janet said. “Great” Marianne said. “I will email you the specifics. We don’t really care which airline you use, but you should book at the Grand Riviera Hotel. It is near our office and they have a shuttle bus from the airport that will also take you to the office for your interview. I will email you a package with the rest of the details.” “Thank you so much.” Janet said, her excitement pitched in her suddenly squeaky voice. “It was a pleasure meeting you.” And with that, Marianne was gone. Janet felt shocked. She was hoping for a follow up interview, but never imagined that it would take her across the country. She had never even considered a job that wasn’t in San Francisco. The idea of living over 2,000 miles away from her mom made her smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her parents, and even her brother to some extent, it’s just that her mom is a very strong willed woman. If she had it her way, Janet would be married by now with a couple of kids not far off. Janet wanted that at some point, but not now. Janet began to daydream about living her own life without her mom constantly criticizing every little decision she made. Then a thought occurred to her that jarred her back to reality. What do I need to bring? Interview clothes were not a problem. She had a cute skirt suit and heals she wore to the last interview. She needed to get it pressed, so she would have to take a trip to the dry cleaners today to get it ready. Her bigger concern was the flight. She had flown a long trip a few years ago, when her family went back to Taiwan to visit relatives. She remembered her mom making everyone put on sweat pants and a loose fitting shirt, since you needed to be comfortable for such a long flight. She intended to do the same for this flight. Her fear was the new security scanners at the airport. She saw some images that got uploaded onto the internet that showed some rather revealing images. No way am I letting those pervs at me to their collection! In 4 years of high school and 4 years of college, she had never undressed in front of anyone. No boys, no girls, heck, not even her own mother. She certainly wasn’t going to let some random strangers break her streak. No pun intended. She thought wryly. Janet turned on her computer and began researching. She was looking for some protective clothing to get past the x-ray scanners. She began reading horror stories about people getting strip searched at the airport. One entry was the story of a woman who tried wearing a lead lined dress that she was forced to remove so they could inspect it. How humiliating! Janet concluded. Janet could see some of these links were sending her to the wrong part of the internet, as she ended up on more than one adult site. Finally, she found what she was looking for. A man who claims to work at an airport responded to a question about how to avoid getting naked pictures of yourself taken by airport scanners. He said some passengers have taken to use a small amount of metallic paint in just the right spots. It allows the scanners to detect any weapons, but blurs or blocks the naughty bits from getting exposed. Jackpot! She thought. Janet began making a to-do list to get ready for her trip. • Take suit to Dry Cleaners • Print extra copies of resumes on good quality paper • Go to art store to buy metallic paint • Book flight The last one stopped her in her tracks. She hadn’t had a paying job since… well ever. She always relied on her parents to help her out with her day to day expenses, but this could be several hundred dollars. She currently had about less than $40 in cash and just $150 in her savings account. Normally she would have asked her dad to book it for her, but he was out of town on a business trip. That meant talking to her… Just then her door swung open. Her mom was never shy about barging into her room whenever she wanted. Often just coming in to berate her about not having a job or a husband. Sometimes she seemed to act like the two things were interchangeable. Other times she made it clear that a job cannot give her grandchildren. This time her mom was just bringing in a load of clean clothes fresh from the laundry down stairs. No wonder I haven’t heard her stomping around the house recently. “Have you found a job yet?” her mom asked sarcastically. Not waiting for an answer, she poured out a bundle of clothes onto Janet’s bed and turned to go. “Mom, wait.” Janet said calmly. “What now?” her mom asked, seeming to sense that Janet was about to ask a favor. “I just had my phone interview with Anderson Fitness.” Janet continued. “They want me to come in for an in person interview.” “So? You know how to use the bus.” her mom stated, dismissively. “I do. But the interview is in Charlotte, North Carolina.” Janet said cautiously. A moment passed as that statement sank in. “How do you expect to get across the country?” her mom exploded. “They’ll cover the cost of the ticket.” Janet said. “They will?” Her mom asked suspiciously. “Then what do you need from me?” “They are going to reimburse me for it when I get there. I need to borrow some money for the trip until I get back.” Janet said softly. “There it is. Always come running to us whenever you run into a problem.” Her mom boldly stated. “Why didn’t you look for jobs in the city? What’s so great about Charlotte?” Janet held her tongue. This was the part that normally got her into trouble. When she was backed into a corner her instinct was to attack. But this time, she switched lanes. “I thought the job was in the city. They have a business office downtown on Jefferson. Keiko works there sometimes, when she is not traveling around the world. That is where I thought the interview was going to be.” “So why are you going to Charlotte?” Her mom pressed. “The business office is just for sales. Their corporate office is in North Carolina.” Janet said, intentionally keeping her frustration out of her voice. “How much do you need?” her mom asked, finally. “I don’t know. I am waiting for them to email me the instructions and then I will need a credit card to book the flight.” Janet said. Her mom sighed. “I need to think about whether I want to fund this or not.” “I told you, they are paying us back for it.” Janet pleaded. “I heard you. But you still need my credit card, and I don’t know if I want to give it.” She said. “Why?” Janet asked “North Carolina? Is that even safe for an Asian?” she asked. “Keiko goes there all the time. I am sure it’s fine.” Janet concluded. “Why do you want to live so far away?” her mom asked. “You want me to get a job, don’t you?” Janet said in a tone angrier than she meant. “What if I want you to get married instead?” she said. “I still want grandbabies, you know.” “One thing at a time, mom.” Janet said. Not this again. “I’m okay with one thing at a time. Marriage first, then children, and then career.” She said. “Mom!” Janet said. “How about the Chiang family? I heard their boy Eddie is doing really well.” She offered. “He’s 16!” Janet shouted. “Fine, he’s too young for you. Then tell me who you are interested in and I will talk to his mother for you.” Her mom said. This conversation was going the wrong direction. Janet needed to reign it back into her going to Charlotte. “Mom, please! I just want to go for a job interview. I will pay you back as soon as I get back from the interview!” Janet pleaded. “How about this. If I loan you the money, and you don’t get the job, then you will agree to let me set you up with a husband.” Her mom offered. Husband? “How about I agree to go on a date.” She countered. What am I doing? “Three dates.” Her mom continued. “Fine.” Janet said sullenly. “But only if I DON’T get the job.” “Done.” Her mom said, offering her hand to shake on it. What did I just agree to? Janet wondered. The process was pretty straightforward. They wanted her to start her interview at 9:00 AM Local time. She would interview until 3:00 PM and then could fly back that night. Janet thought their intent was for her to fly out the day before, but her mom only agreed to pay for the flight, not a hotel. So she decided to take the redeye. Maryanne said they would send a driver to fetch her from the airport and take her back later for her return flight. This way, she could sleep on the flight, and change in the airport for the interview. It wasn’t ideal, but she never wore much makeup anyway, so she thought she could wing it. In college, she found ways to change and even shower in privacy, even when most of the showers and toilets were multi-use facilities. She learned to change in closets and even under her bed once in a pinch. She could make this work. The night of her flight came quickly. Janet had made all of the preparations, including giving her bra and underwear both a thorough coat of metallic paint. Can’t be too careful. She thought ferociously. Janet had packed her suit in a large roller suitcase. It seemed kind of ridiculous to have such a large piece of luggage for one suit, but she wanted to make sure that it didn’t get creases or wrinkles during the flight. She stuffed her resume in the side pocket of the suitcase and loaded it into her dad’s car. “Dad, it’s time to go.” She yelled to the open window in front of the house. Standing on the curb, Janet waited for her dad to come down to help her put her bag in the car and drive her to the airport. Her underwear felt itchy with all of that paint on them. She did her best not to scratch. She had packed an extra bra and panties for when she landed. No need in being uncomfortable for the interview. “Ready to go?” she heard her dad say with a start. She had let her mind wander a bit thinking about pulling her space undergarments out of the suitcase so she could change on the plane instead. Too late, as he had already lifted it up and tossed it into the trunk of the car. She had given herself plenty of time to get to the airport. It was a good thing too since there was a ton of traffic on their way to the airport. She noticed that a lot of people driving were wearing Giants hats and honking. There must be a ball game getting out or something. It took almost 90 minutes to drive the 12 miles from her house to San Francisco International Airport. Janet impatiently watched the clock as the extra time she allotted to get to the airport disappeared. She had intended to get a bite to eat in the airport before the flight, but at this rate she would have to go straight to the gate. Arriving at the airport itself was pretty straight forward. Fortunately, all of those people were going home and not to the airport. Her dad unloaded the car and helped her check the luggage at the curbside luggage check-in counter. She had printed her ticket before leaving, so merely kissed her dad on the cheek and headed to the security line. As Janet approached the security line, she let out a long sigh. It was much longer than she had hoped it would be. She checked the clock on her phone and saw that she had 30 minutes to go before her plane started boarding. She stood in line and waited as it slowly moved forward. She could hear other people muttering about being late but decided to focus on being patient. Worrying wasn’t going to make the line go faster. Slowly, everyone moved forward. It took 15 minutes to get to the security counter. She had her ticket in hand, but had to fumble for a minute when they asked for her ID as well. She then walked up to the conveyer belt. Popping off her shoes, she set them in the tray along with her purse and walked lined up for the scanner. Two people to go. She wanted to check the time again, but her phone with in her purse. She thought maybe 10 more minutes to boarding. “Please step forward, ma’am” said the female security person at the far end of the scanner. Her turn. With a small smirk, she walked into the scanner. There were 2 yellow feet prints painted onto the floor of the device, which she instinctively lined her feet to match. “Raise your hands above your head, please” came the same voice. Janet complied and waited as the scanner came alive. A large vertical bar moved from left to right with a mechanical noise. “Please wait here” the woman said, pointing to a line on the floor outside of the scanner. Janet stepped forward and waited to the instruction to go ahead. Instead she heard the woman sigh. “I need to scan you again.” She said. The woman was a 6’ tall black woman who was on the heavy side. Her name plate said Tanya Jackson and just under it, there was a yellow badge that said Trainer. She approached Janet with a handheld scanner. As she waved it in front of Janet’s chest, it made a loud squealing noise. She lowered it and as it passed her crotch, it made the noise again. “Ma’am, do you have anything under your clothes?” Tanya asked. Confused, Janet asked, “My underwear?” “Anything else, ma’am?” Tanya continued. “Anything Metal?” Embarrassed, Janet said, “I, ah, might have sprayed some metallic paint onto my bra and underwear.” Tanya gave her a flat stare. “Ma’am, I am going to need you to follow me.” “My flight is about to board.” Janet burst out in a panic. “Then I suggest you hurry.” Tanya said, already walking away. “Can I get my purse at least?” Janet asked. The security woman gave her a flat stare, but didn’t stop her from plucking her purse out of the plastic bin before following her barefoot to what amounted to an office cubicle at the edge of the security screening area. Let’s just get this over with. Janet thought impatiently. Janet raised her hands and spread her legs slightly and waited for Tanya. “What are you doing?” Tanya asked. “Aren’t you going to pat me down?” Janet asked. “No Ma’am.” Tanya replied. “I need to run your clothes through the x-ray machine.” She continued. Janet flinched as she noticed that Tanya was holding out a gray plastic security tray. “Wait, you want me to undress? Here?” she asked, with the last coming out as a squeak. “Yes Ma’am.” Tanya said patiently. “Can’t you just wave a wand or pat me down or something less embarrassing?” Janet asked. Tanya gave her a sympathetic look before continuing. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but you took steps to conceal under your clothes, so regulations are very clear. We must ask you to remove the clothes and have then scanned.” Janet looked around the room and began to process the situation. She suddenly realized that there were no doors. If she took off her clothes here, anybody could walk in on her. Why didn’t I take my at least take my shoes? In a panic, she asked. “What if I refuse?” Sympathy left Tanya’s face and it became stern. “Well, first of all, you won’t be boarding your flight.” My flight! She screamed inside her head. She checked the clock on her phone. Boarding was scheduled to start in 5 minutes. Janet realized that Tanya was still talking. Did she say police? “… will have to take you to the police station for a statement and they likely would do the same search of your persons and clothes there.” With a sigh, Janet asked, “How long will this take?” “Place your clothes in the tray and I will scan it. If everything checks out, maybe 5 minutes at most.” Tanya assured her. “Fine.” Janet said. “Well?” Tanya asked, giving the empty tray a small shake. “Turn around.” Janet demanded. “Ma’am, this is a search of your person. Not just your clothes.” Tanya warned her. Janet cursed softly and quickly stripped off her lose fitting top and sweatpants. She instinctively folded them before placing them gently into the tray. She again raised her hands and spread her legs to be searched. Tanya cleared her throat and waited a second before saying, “The rest.” “What rest? That’s everything.” Janet insisted. “I am going to need you to give me your shiny underwear and bra.” Tanya said. Janet froze. Maybe if she stopped moving long enough, Tanya would go away. No, she was patiently waiting for Janet to get completely naked. “There is no door!” Janet whispered. “Don’t worry, Ma’am. I have placed a sign that this area is occupied. Your privacy will be respected.” Tanya whispered back. Janet turned around and faced the wall. She quickly undid her bra and pulled it off, still covering her breasts with the other hand. Then, in one motion slid her panties down and reached behind her. She felt Tanya press the tray against her wrist and she reluctantly let go. “Please hurry.” She said, still whispering. Janet heard footsteps behind her, and when she turned she saw that Tanya had left. Time seemed to slow. Janet was standing naked in the middle of the airport behind a 6’ high cubicle wall with no door. She stared at the entry way hoping that Tanya would return with her clothes, but nobody was there. She could hear the people passing through the security gate as they chatted with each other. Every few seconds she heard someone get instructed to step forward, then the familiar whoosh sound of the body scanner followed by a follow up, “Wait here.” And “You may go.” She listened intently, hoping to hear some indication that Tanya was done and on her way back with her clothes. How long has it been? Janet wondered. She checked her clock. Two Minutes! She thought excitedly, expecting Tanya to come in and end this nightmare. She could hear the people running the scanner too. There seemed to be two people working together on the computer monitor. One was a male voice and the other a female. One, the female, would give instructions, like “Stop there.” Or “Go back.” The male would just ask the same question over and over. “Clear?” She would occasionally reply with “Clear” and the process would start again. Janet tried paying attention to them, hoping for an indication that would tell her that her clothes were clear and on their way back to her. Instead, she heard the female say, “Is that a gun?” The male replied, “I can’t tell.” “Go back, I need to see another angle” the female ordered. “Clear?” the male said. “Pull it.” Came the reply. It took a second for the word gun to register in Janet’s mind. Who would bring a gun onto a plane? She thought as she continued to listen intently. “Ma’am, is this your bag?” asked Tanya’s familiar voice? “It’s my bag.” Responded a raspy woman’s voice. “I’m in a bit of a hurry if you don’t mind.” “I’m going to need you to open it, please.” Said Tanya. Can’t someone else handle this? Janet wondered as she suddenly felt especially naked. What if she pulls the gun out and starts shooting people? Janet felt a bead of sweat roll down her back. She realized that she was starting to get scared of the raspy voiced woman with a gun coming in here to take her hostage while she was naked. “What’s this about?” demanded the woman. How much did she smoke? “Our X-Ray detected a weapon in your bag. We need for you to remove each item one at a time until we can determine what exactly it is.” Tanya calmly explained. “You’re crazy.” Shouted the woman. “I don’t own any weapons!” “Slowly.” Tanya replied. “Fine. I am about to miss my plane.” The woman all but grunted. Janet was listening to intently, she didn’t realize she had taken three steps toward the entry way to hear better. One more step and I would have been visible to the entire airport! “See!” exclaimed the woman. “Just a hair dryer.” “My apologies, ma’am.” Tanya said. “Our team is still in training.” “That’s not going to help me if I miss my fucking plane!” the woman continued. Janet heard some shuffling of clothes and the whoosh of a zipper. Good, she’s done. Now bring me my damn clothes! Janet thought She could still hear Tanya speaking. This time it sounded like she was consoling the trainees. “You made the right call. When in doubt, check it out.” She said, before saying in a louder voice, “Next in line. Raise your arms above your head.” What? Did she forget about me? Janet wondered angrily. Janet checked the time again. The plane had already started boarding. How long before Tanya remembered to return her clothes. Panic turned to fury and Janet finally shouted “Tanya!” It was the first sound that she had made since Tanya had left. A small voice in her head warned her, what if someone else comes to check out the noise? But she didn’t care. She was pissed. I screwed up by spraying my clothes with that stuff, but that is no reason to leave me here naked to miss my flight! Janet was about to yell again, but Tanya peeked her head around the corner. “You’re still here?” she asked. Janet looked down at her now partially exposed body, and covered her breasts again. “Of course I am here. Where would I go like this?” Tanya scanned the small empty room. For the first time since Janet first say her, the calm presence she had was replaced with what Janet assumed was panic. It was just a hair dryer. Janet thought, her fury slowly being replaced with sympathy. “I’ll be right back.” Tanya said. Janet wanted to scold her, since that is pretty much what she said last time, but her flight was boarding and she absolutely could not miss it. What if I do? Janet wondered. She had made a promise to her mom about her getting married if she didn’t get this job. She had only agreed to three dates, but she knew how persistent her mom would be once she got her talons into that process. By the second date, she would up the ante and by the third date there would be a ring and a commitment. Almost as bad, she had borrowed the money for the airfare and could only get it back if she showed up for the interview. I am NOT missing this flight no matter what! Janet concluded. Just then, Tanya returned. Janet started to sigh in relief, but stopped short. “Where are my clothes?” she demanded instead. “Ma’am, I must apologize. It appears that another passenger may have picked them up by mistake.” Tanya told her sullenly. “So find her… get them back!” Janet screamed. “I’m sorry...” Tanya began, but Janet cut her off. “Sorry? My flight is already boarding!” Janet said, using every bit of self-control she could muster to keep from screaming at the woman. “I’m sorry, but the woman’s flight has already disembarked. We checked the manifest and verified that she already boarded. She’s gone.” Tanya finished. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t miss this flight!” Janet said. “Do you have any other clothes with you?” Tanya asked. “Yes, but I already checked them in.” Janet said, her fury starting to build again. Tanya paused to think, finally saying, “It is possible to have them pull the luggage off of the flight.” “Can you do that?” Janet asked. “Is there even still time?” “If you hurry, there is a chance.” Tanya told her. “Okay great. Wait, what? If I hurry?” Janet asked, fury turning into confusion. “Well, I have no authority to ask them to touch your bag. You would need to go.” Tanya said plainly. “How can I go?” Janet pressed. “I’m fucking NAKED!” the last came out with a shout. Embarrassment returned when Janet realized that she said that loud enough for other passengers to hear her announcement. “I realize that you are standing in front of me naked. Please try to keep your voice down.” Tanya said, as if she hadn’t just instructed her to walk through the airport bare assed naked. As calmly as she could muster, Janet repeated, “How can I go? I’ll get arrested if I step one foot outside of this cubicle.” “Arrested? Not likely. Whistled at for certain, but it’s not like nudism is a crime, at least not anymore.” Tanya told her. “What are you talking about?” Tanya started to answer but Janet interrupted. “Never mind, what about taking someone’s clothes and not returning them? Is that a crime?” “The airport will reimburse you for the clothes, I can assure you.” Tanya said, and then, “What I am telling you is that it is not a crime to walk nude through the airport, or anywhere else in the country.” “Since when?” Janet asked, incredulous. “Since almost a year ago, when the US Supreme Court decided that Nudism constitutes a genuine religion.” Tanya informed her. “What does that have to do with me? I am not a nudist.” Janet demanded. “That doesn’t matter. The ruling allows anyone to walk around nude in any environment that a clothed person could walk.” Tanya said calmly. “Trust me, it caused quite a stir around here when it first went into effect. Now we are used to seeing naked people come through security 7 or 8 times per day. They even get to bypass the body scanner, since they obviously are not carrying any concealed weapons.” “But I’m…” Janet started and then stopped when she realized where Tanya was going with this. Instead, Janet said, “Wait. I am not going to walk naked through the airport!” “That is your choice. You can stay here until someone brings you a change of clothes. Is there someone you can call?” Tanya asked. “No! And I cannot miss this flight!” Janet said. “It’s your choice, either way.” Tanya told her. “I suggest you hurry to make the decision or it will make itself.” Janet felt her jaw drop. How can she expect me to do THAT? She thought again about the type of man her mom would be introducing her to. “Is there any other way?” Janet pleaded. “Not that I can think of.” Tanya told her. I’M NOT MISSING THIS FLIGHT Janet concluded. Janet firmed her jaw before announcing, “I’ll try.” With that, Janet could only watch as Tanya walk out of the cubicle and disappeared. Janet peeked out of the cubicle. She could see the line of passengers going through security screening. Being sure to keep herself as covered as possible, she slowly began to move forward. She had taken three steps past the doorway of the cubicle and into plain view of everyone in line before she felt the first bead of sweat trickle down between her breasts. She wanted to badly to cover herself, but thought that she should at least “act” like she has done this before. If they think I’m not a nudist, will I get arrested? She wondered. This is crazy she thought as she peered around to get oriented with where she needed to go. She also realized that she had lost track of Tanya and wasn’t sure who she could even ask. Spotting the screening area where this nightmare began, Janet quickened her step to try and catch up with hopefully Tanya was waiting. Sure enough, Tanya was there and nodded toward her as she approached. “You’re being very brave about this, are you sure you are not a nudist?” Janet didn’t know how to answer that… she did not want to confess in front of everyone that she was actually not covered by whatever weird religious belief nudists convinced a judge was their right to hold. Instead, she asked, “What do you mean brave? I am scared out of my wits right now!” trying to keep her voice low so only Tanya could hear her. “I think if I had to do what you are doing, I would use anything I could find to cover myself as much as possible. I couldn’t imaging just walking around like you are.” Tanya responded. “But don’t I have to act like a nudist?” Janet asked frantically, but still keeping her voice as low as she could manage. “There are any rules on how you have to act. The only thing that changed is that you can’t get arrested for being naked in public.” Janet froze while that sunk in. After a few seconds, she calmly but quickly held her purse up against her chest to cover her exposed breasts with her left hand and cupped her vagina with her right hand. Doing so, she became aware of the fact that she had shaved her pubes off that morning as she was afraid the paint would have gotten stuck in her hair and given her an unplanned waxing when she went to take them off the next day. I just need to get to the plane so I can get my clothes back on and this will all be over! “Please step back into the scanner and place your feet on the mat and raise your arms above your head.” Tanya instructed as she arrived. “Excuse me?” Janet said. “I already did this.” “Yes, but we never got a clear scan, if you remember.” Tanya said. “But you just said nudists are exempt.” Janet pleaded. “I’m sorry.” Tanya insisted. “You were truly trying to conceal something from the scanner, so it is either this or a cavity search.” “What do I do with my purse?” Janet asked. Tanya held out a plastic security tray so it could be scanned one more time. Hurry. Janet thought to herself. Janet had been holding one arm over her breasts and the other over her pubic area. Realizing that she was going to need to expose herself completely, she thought the same word again, but for a different reason. HURRY! Janet slowly spread her legs to shoulder width and winced as she raised her hands over her head. Until tonight, nobody had seen her naked body, at least not as far back as she could remember. Certainly her parents had seen her as a baby, but she had been bathing alone since she was three. It felt like an eternity waiting for the whoosh noise as the scanning bar passed by her. “Please step forward.” Tanya instructed. Janet walked forward and waited on the line, still feeling the shock of suddenly being naked in front of hundreds on gawkers. She felt a tiny bit of relief when she realized that everyone had to put their phones in their bag while they passed through security. “You can put your hands down, now.” Tanya told her. “What? Oh.” Janet said, not realizing that she was standing there with her hands still hovering over her head and her entire body on display. Janet quickly covered herself and waited for Tanya. After what felt like an eternity, Tanya said, “All clear. Have a safe flight.” And with that Janet quickly retriever her purse and proceeded to sprint toward her gate. She smiled to herself at the shocked noises people she passed by made when they realized a naked Asian girl just ran by. Her mirth faded as she suddenly became aware of a strange clicking noise being heard from all directions that she knew distinctly was the sound a cell phone makes when it takes a picture. This caused her to run faster. Janet reached a T in the hallway with a sign that had arrows pointed left and right indicating that gates 41-59 were to the right and 60-80 were to the left. She pulled out her phone again to check the ticket. Gate 74. Turning left she began sprinting again as she had stopped long enough for several passersby to get a clear shot of her with their cameras. She did her best to keep herself covered, but nearly tripped over someone’s suitcase and had to grab a handrail to keep from face planting on the floor. Janet realized that she had forgotten to grab her shoes and looked to see where she was at. Janet cursed. The next gate was 70, and it was too late to go back. Hopefully I can buy some shoes when I get to Charlotte. She thought as she began sprinting, no longer trying to cover her vagina and just barely keeping her breasts corralled. As Janet neared her gate, she started to slow up. There was still a line of people waiting to board. She double-checked the sign to make sure it was the correct flight and then walked calmly to the gate attendant. “Hi, excuse me.” Janet began. The woman at the smiled at Janet and didn’t flinch at the naked Asian woman standing in front of her. “How can I help you?” she asked. Janet held out her ticket, and said, “I am on the flight, but I need to get something out of my suitcase before I board.” The gate attendant looked at the ground past Janet before asking, “Where is your suitcase?” “I checked it. It is on the plane.” Janet told her. “You will need to get it when you arrive in Charlotte.” The woman said, still smiling. Janet noticed that the name on her badge said Heidi Clark. “You don’t understand, security lost my clothes and I need to get dressed before my flight. Please help!” Janet pleaded. “You’re right. I don’t understand. Why did you take your clothes off at security?” Heidi asked. “It’s a long story. Can you please help me?” Janet asked again. Heidi’s head tilted slightly as she considered the situation. Finally she plucked a walkie-talkie off of the counter and said, “Hey Jimmy, are you done loading the bags on this plane?” “Almost.” Came Jimmy’s reply. “Whatcha need?” “I have a young lady who needs to get something out of her suitcase.” She said. “Are you nuts? This thing is about to leave!” Jimmy said. “I promise it will be worth your while.” Heidi told Jimmy. “Is he rich?” he asked. “Better.” she replied. “I’ll see what I can do. What’s the bag look like?” Jimmy asked. Heidi looked expectantly at Janet. Better than rich? What is she talking about? Janet was wondering before realizing that she hadn’t told them what the bag looked like. “It’s a powder blue roller bag with a red ribbon tied around the handle.” Janet said. Heidi relayed the description and they waited. Janet noticed that the line to get on the plan was gone. Hurry up Jimmy. Janet thought. As if in response, Jimmy’s voice broke the silence. “I don’t see anything. It must have been loaded.” “Ask him if he can look inside the plane.” Said Janet. “I’m sorry, but if you want your clothes back, the only thing you can do at this point is get them when you land.” answered a sympathetic Heidi. “Gate’s closing.” Came another voice across the walkie-talkie. Heidi answered, “Hold the gate, I have one more passenger.” Before she could respond, Heidi had grabbed Janet by the hand and started pulling her down the boarding bridge to the airplane. Janet didn’t resist and the two of them ended up running to the plane.

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 3, Rock, Paper, Scissors (Chapter 3) I stood there contemplating his words. Even though it was a warm night, I was suddenly shivering. All the running, the failed attempt at getting away, had gotten me perspiring. Now, thanks to a light breeze, it was evaporating, raising goosebumps on my arms and across my chest. No wonder my nipples were twisted up so tight. But his words, “Well, then we’ve got a problem,” were still ringing in my ears. It felt more like ‘I’ was the one with the problem. Wasn’t ‘I’ the one who was butt naked, standing barefoot in the middle of the road with two cops, handcuffed in what looked to be the warehouse district of Stonefield? “I do have ID … just not with me. I’ll show it to you. Nothing to hide,” I said, shifting my weight anxiously from one foot to the other, my knees clamped together, my toes angled in and touching. I heard the older cop snicker. He was still behind me. But I wasn’t talking to him. I was talking to his partner. My chances with him seemed better. Oddly enough – fortunately – it was my sense that he might be the one in charge. “Please. Think about it,” I pleaded. “If we take you home, you can produce ID?” the younger cop, the one with the mustache, asked. My heart leapt. “Yes. I’ll run inside and get my driver’s license. From Arizona, like I said. I’ll be quick.” Taking my arm lightly, he walked me to the police cruiser. He opened the back door and removed the cuffs. A moment later, I was sitting in the back, the door closed. I felt around – no door handle. The two policemen were standing in front of the car, the headlights illuminating them from the hips down. I imagined that they were discussing my fate. I smiled. Catherine was right there. It was a comical sight, two uniformed police officers and a bare-naked, young woman with curtain bangs and an eighty’s bush – unseen by them, but eavesdropping on their conversation – so close they were almost touching. A few minutes later, I glanced over. No door had opened, but Catherine was in the seat beside me. At that point, both officers climbed into the vehicle. I was dying to know what she had overheard, but she wasn’t talking and I wasn’t about to let the cops hear me speak to someone who, to them, wasn’t there. Officer Harris turned and looked over the seat. “Okay, we’ll take you home, but we have to see your license tonight. If you can’t produce it, then you’ll be coming back to the station with us. And tomorrow, the day shift can work on confirming your identity … and whatever else they decide they need to talk to you about.” Trying to conceal my elation, I gripped my elbows, squeezing my arms into my chest just below my breasts. This was a very good development. “It’s in the house. I’ll get it for you as soon as we get there. But maybe we don’t have to wake up the family. I’m an adult. I’m twenty-five. You can confirm that … birthdate on my license.” Looking at me, Officer Harris’s eyes again dropped to my breasts. He got out of the car and went to the trunk. A moment later, he opened my door and handed me a blanket. Leaning forward, I slid it behind my back, wrapping it around my upper body. Suddenly, I wasn’t naked. It felt wonderful but Catherine had vanished. I was again alone. I directed them to the house, doing my best to talk them into letting me out at the mailbox. I didn’t want their headlights on the windows. They decided to trust me and stopped where I requested. Officer Bixler got out and opened my door. I climbed out, the blanket around my body. It seemed as if they were going to allow me to wear it to the house and back. Instead, I located my backpack. After pulling out my T-shirt dress, I dropped the blanket, replacing it quickly with the dress. If I’d put on a show, it was over almost as soon as it had begun. I handed the blanket to Officer Bixler, and turned toward the house. “You’ve got five minutes, Missy,” he said. “If you’re not back, we’re coming for you.” His tone was condescending, not at all friendly like Officer Harris’s. “Okay. Five minutes. I’ll try.” My dress was so light it barely felt as if I had anything on, but it was such a relief. Hours of traumatic nudity – now behind me. I wanted to put on the shoes – my feet were killing me – but I didn’t have time. I raced down the driveway and slipped into the house as quietly as I could. My purse was upstairs in my room. In all, it must have taken me about five minutes. “Here’s my driver’s license,” I said, handing it to Officer Harris through the passenger window. “Jessa Wilson, from Arizona, just like I said. And here’s a photo of Catherine Marshall as well as a clipping from 1985. Everything I told you was true. Most respectfully, Officer Harris, I’d like your help with this.” He accepted all three items from me, giving Catherine’s photo and the news article a cursory glance. When he didn’t reply, I continued. “Can I come in and meet with you? Tomorrow?” He ignored me. He was writing, jotting down information from my license. When he was done, he handed me a slip of paper. “What’s this?” “Your citation. Just a warning, really. So we each have a record of what happened. But be aware … a second offense, much more serious.” I gulped, but nodded, folding it up in my hand. I didn’t want that to be my focus. “About tomorrow. Can we meet?” I asked him a second time. He looked me up and down. “Well, okay, but the following day. I’ll be back on days. How about 11am?” “Sure. Day after tomorrow. 11am. We’ll talk, and then I’ll buy you lunch.” The older officer started snickering. “I can’t let you buy my lunch. Rules against such things. But we can have coffee. In the station. Here’s your license and…” I accepted only my license back. “Please keep those … for now,” I said, indicating the other two items. “Okay,” he agreed with a nod. A moment later, they were driving away. Once their taillights had disappeared around a bend, I slipped off the dress. Catherine immediately started complaining. “What in the heck? Why all that?” “Because we need the police. Not at all how I intended to get in touch with them, but it works. At some point, with a good deal of luck, we’ll find a suspect. I can’t arrest him, can you?” Catherine paused. She looked to be deep in thought. I wondered how she did that. It was hard enough to fathom how the human brain worked, but she didn’t have a physical brain. Even though I was living the ghost experience, my relationship with her still had me thinking that I might be imagining things, losing my mind, in need of therapy – all of the above. “Okay, but your instincts are correct. The younger one. He’s actually interested in police work. The other one…” her sentence trailed off. “So, what exactly did you hear?” “The younger one. I guess he’s alright. He does think that your … ahh … pussy is gorgeous, but he only made the one comment. And maybe just to fit in.” I laughed. “I guess I was imagining that you were getting the inside scoop on their decision making process.” “Locker room talk, mostly. The older guy, he went on and on about how he wishes his wife had an ass like yours. Loves your ass. You’re lucky he’s not the one calling the shots. You’d be spending the night in jail. The other guy … the one who got you the blanket…” “Harris. Officer Harris,” I said, reminding her. “Right, Officer Harris. He actually seems decent. And rather attractive.” “Cathers, attractive? Just what are you getting at?” “Oh, nothing. It’s just that you’ve got a date and he’s single.” “Single?” “Yep. No wedding ring. I checked. You seemed too distracted. Helping you out.” “Wait. It’s not a date. It’s a meeting. This is about solving a crime.” “But if you end up with a guy…” “Now you’re sounding like my grandmother.” “That’s a surprise? We’re sisters. I’m just looking out for her. She’s right, you know. It’s about time you started popping out some babies.” I shook my head. “It’s not a fucking date.” It was already 3am. I brushed my teeth and went to bed wearing a nightshirt – so I’d get some sleep – so I wouldn’t have to listen to any more of her nonsense – so I wouldn’t be tempted to talk and wake up the family. I fell asleep realizing that I had been able to see Catherine even while the handcuffs had been on my wrists. They weren’t clothing, but it was surprising. Reaching up, I felt the little white gold stud earrings I kept in my ears. They didn’t keep me from being able to see her either. ~ ~ ~ After sleeping in, I made a quick trip to the restroom then started grilling Catherine to see if she had remembered more about what had happened between being grabbed and being stuffed into the attacker’s trunk. Specifically, I was hoping for some identifying information – hair color, tattoos, an accent, anything. Unfortunately, she was drawing a blank. After a late breakfast, I borrowed the keys and drove into town in the family SUV. I parked and then walked back up onto the overpass, this time fully clothed. Doing my best to push any and all thoughts of my naked encounter with Officers Harris and Bixler from my mind, I studied the top of the stairway – ancient concrete complete with rust stains from the internal steel structure. I shuddered. It was such an ordinary place, but even by the light of day, the location made me shake. What had happened to me there paled in comparison to what had happened to Catherine. Shoving all such thoughts aside, I decided that it was time to put on my Sherlock Holmes cap. Snapping a few photos for later reference, I went down the stairs to get a closer look at the area below. I strolled the length of the single street, trying to get a feel for the neighborhood. Suddenly, it hit me. This small sliver of town represented a huge clue! Catherine’s killer had been parked here – after midnight. That seemed to mean that he’d lived there or possibly had been visiting people who did. But if he’d lived there, wouldn’t he have taken Catherine to his house? Maybe not – if he didn’t live alone. I counted the houses, photographing each one along with their respective house numbers. There were seventeen – just seventeen! If the police had known this piece of information in 1985 they could have gone door to door, probably identifying a suspect or two relatively quickly. But 1985 was the distant past. Few residents, if any, from that time would still be living there. I again walked the length of the street, talking briefly with a man who was preparing to cut his lawn. He’d lived there all of six years. According to him, there were just two ways out of the neighborhood: the pedestrian route up the stairs into town and the road along the river. Feeling as if all the traumatic exposure the night before might not have been for naught, I made my way to the library. I needed to find out how I could go about determining who had owned or lived in certain houses in 1985. In other words, was there a way to turn a list of houses into a list of people? I imagined this was a matter best handled by the police, but I was curious to find out how much progress I might be able to make on my own. ~ ~ ~ The following day, right at 11am, I pulled open the door of the police station and stepped inside. The Stonefield station seemed to be nothing more than the back entrance to a very modest city hall. I stood still for a moment, acclimatizing – enjoying the air conditioning but not the thought of how close I’d come to spending the night there naked. Quite a bit of thought had gone into my outfit. Officer Harris surely had a mental image of a naked me – a shaved-pussy girl in handcuffs, her tits out – burned into his memory. Somehow, to be taken seriously, I needed to quickly move past that regrettable first impression. I’d gone with the least sexy thing I had with me in Vermont, a pair of khaki slacks and a black turtleneck – not at all an androgynous look, but as close as I could come without real effort. I wasn’t particularly busty, but hiding what I had up top was probably impossible – at least in a form-fitting shirt. But that wasn’t the point. I wasn’t trying to look like a man, just business like, as little skin showing as possible. That was why I was thankful for the air conditioning. “Officer Harris should be expecting me,” I said to the bored looking woman at the counter. After what Catherine had said, I was hoping to avoid running into his partner. “Officer Harris,” the woman hollered out without even bothering to stand up. He popped up a few rows back, held up a hand in greeting, and then took a circuitous route around the office partitions. As he approached, I saw him glance down at what I was wearing. I looked away, my cheeks surely turning color as I felt the blood surge to my face. “Hi, Jessa. Thanks for coming in,” he said, extending a hand. I smiled and nodded as we shook. He led me to a room with a table and chairs. There were no windows looking out, but a glass wall afforded a view back into the cluttered office area. “Coffee, right?” “Please. Black.” Normally I didn’t drink coffee at that late hour, but having a cup together had been prearranged. And just maybe my nervousness would be less apparent if I had something in my hands. “I looked up the case from the newspaper clipping,” he said after we were both seated. “Oh, thank you,” I replied. I was surprised but glad that he’d found the time. My goal for our initial meeting had been nothing more than persuading him to do just that. “Catherine Marshall, missing, presumed dead. The police interviewed a lot of people. One suspect. He was charged. No conviction.” “Yes, Dirk Landers. Her fiancé. Not convicted because he was innocent.” “Apparently so,” he said, studying me carefully. “You said she was raped.” “Yes, raped and murdered. Not missing. Murdered.” “Her body was never discovered, and there’s nothing in our files, at least that I saw, that mentions rape.” I nodded. “But she was. I have information the police didn’t. That’s why we can solve this.” “And your source of this information?” I pulled out Catherine’s diary. It was the one concrete piece of new evidence that I could point to. He read the final entry. “I see no mention of rape.” I smiled, pulling out a map of the city on which I’d drawn a border around the narrow area encompassing the seventeen houses. He examined it but wasn’t understanding how I’d gotten to my belief that she’d been abducted at the top of the stairway or how those houses held the key that would lead us to the murderer. I was quickly realizing that I was ill prepared. I’d gone in hoping to get him to locate the files. He’d done that. I hadn’t spent any significant amount of time thinking about how to handle the next step. In short, I had a big problem. Much of my information was from Catherine. I couldn’t mention her. Without a source I could talk about, I had very little – just some information that would be quickly dismissed as wild-ass guesses. Deciding to regroup, I put the diary back with the photos and articles that I’d brought with me. It was time to see if I might be able to build a little rapport. “Officer Harris, surely you have a first name.” “You can call me Nick. That’s Nicholas, without the olas,” he quipped. I laughed as genuinely as I could. It was my joke, but he wasn’t the first to expropriate it. “Got me there!” I said, pointing at him, doing my best to keep my tone warm and friendly. He seemed quite pleased with himself. “So tell me, Nicholas without the olas, why can’t I buy you lunch? I mean, I assume that is a workplace rule. Surely you’re allowed a social life.” “At that moment in time, you were a detainee.” “So, what am I now? Surely, I’m no longer a detainee. You gave me a warning, but I was never arrested, never charged with anything, right?” “Now, I suppose, you are a regular, general-purpose member of the public.” “That’s nice to hear. Does that mean that you can have lunch with me?” He chuckled. “And why might you want to do that?” “Well, I don’t happen to know anyone in town. Maybe the circumstances weren’t ideal, but you are the first person I’ve met.” “You’re serious?” “Actually, how about dinner?” I pictured Catherine sitting there, listening in. Maybe we’d solve the crime, and maybe we wouldn’t, but along the way, we could at least have some fun. I’d told her that the absence of a wedding ring meant very little, at least not in the year 2025. But if the guy had a wife, he might have lunch with me, but certainly not dinner. I studied Nick as he studied me. “Dinner. Is this a serious offer?” I shrugged, suddenly feeling as if I ought to backpedal. “Why not?” “Tonight?” “Sure. Like I said. I don’t know anyone else in town. You and Bixler, and he’s not my type. Too old, too married, and too much staring at my ass.” Officer Harris started coughing, almost spilling his coffee. As we talked, the beginnings of a plan was forming in the back of my mind. I told him that I could drive. I knew I’d be more comfortable with the dynamics if I was behind the wheel – after being driven home the night we’d met. He gave me his address saying he’d be ready at six-thirty. He wanted to meet there so he could change out of his uniform. With that settled, I made a rapid exit. I didn’t want him to reconsider, but I also couldn’t believe that I’d just asked a man out – and not just any man – a cop who’d seen me naked. I started thinking of all the kinky fun we could have if he brought his handcuffs. That wasn’t at all true, but I decided to tell Catherine that so she could worry about what I had in mind. After all, she’d liked the idea of me having a date with this guy. But in thinking about that, I decided not to strip off and talk to her. It seemed delicious to keep her wondering. I drove to the grocery store and did a little shopping. Compared to Scottsdale, the small-town selection wasn’t great, but I made out okay. I’d decided on a picnic dinner. I knew of a ridge that was perfect for watching the sunset. That seemed preferable to the town’s limited restaurant offerings. Once home, I told my mother that I had plans for the evening. I had no choice. The four of us had just the one car. As I cooked what I’d purchased, preparing our meal, I described Nick, telling her that he was tall, about six-one, with broad shoulders – that he had dark eyes, dark hair, and a dark mustache. From there, she asked me question after question, trying to learn just how I’d met ‘my policeman friend.’ I finally told her that I’d gotten myself into a bit of hot water, and that he’d been kind enough to not lock me up – that she couldn’t tell anyone, but that I’d bribed him – with the offer of a dinner date to keep my ass out of the slammer – but that he was rugged in a cute way, so that I didn’t really mind. She ended up deciding that I was fibbing. Or at least, I think she did. I knew she thought I was a slut. At one time, that had bothered me, but I’d moved so far past caring that I’d actually spent the last few years actively working to make her think that I’d spread my legs for almost anyone, male or female. It wasn’t my fault she was a prude. At six-thirty sharp, I was in front of Nick’s house in the family SUV. He came out a bit overdressed, so I explained that our plans involved a short hike and a picnic. He went back in, reemerging a few minutes later wearing jeans and boots. He also brought a flashlight, which was something I’d requested. I didn’t have one, and we’d need it if we were on the hill much past sunset. An hour later, we were high up on a ridge with sweeping views of the countryside. Nick claimed that he’d never been there before. I decided to believe him, even though it was hard to imagine. Surely a policeman knew the area around Stonefield much better than I. “Two bottles of wine?” he asked, peering into what I’d had him carry up the hill. “Just in case,” I replied. The wine was one of the reasons I hadn’t stripped off to talk to Catherine. She would have given me a hard time. We laughed and chatted, getting to know one another without a single mention of the crime or how he had so rudely handcuffed me when I’d already been at my most vulnerable. I so much wanted to give him crap about that, but I held my tongue. The time would come. After packing away the remnants of our dinner, I opened the second bottle, pouring myself a full glass. The sun was low in the sky when I decided I’d swallowed the right amount of liquid courage. I’d taken my hiking boots off earlier and now it was time for the rest. I pulled my shirt off over my head and immediately started in on my pants. “Umm, this is a bit unexpected,” he said. A moment later, I was down to just my bra and panties. “Is it really? After catching me running around naked?” “Well, I…” It was funny. He was at a loss for words seemingly because he couldn’t peel his eyes off of my chest. “You asked, but I never told you why I was naked,” I said, shucking my bra. I stood up and with trembling hands slid my panties down my legs, letting them fall once they were to my knees. Stepping out of them, I glanced up. Catherine had a look of shock on her face. It wasn’t all that different from the expression on Nick’s face. “Jessa, I … ahh …” Nick mumbled. “I know, right?!” I replied. “This is really hard for me, but it’s something I have to do.” I motioned to Catherine. “Nick, put your hands behind your back.” He looked up at me, but didn’t move. “Humor me, Nick. As much as I want to, I’m not gonna handcuff you. I’m naked because I’ve decided to trust you.” “Jessa, you’re worrying me,” he said, looking at me askance. I laughed. “I’m worrying you? How? Okay, don’t answer. Just put your hands behind your back. If you’ve one thing to learn, it’s that I’m a woman who gets her way.” He looked unsure, but he did it. “Now, hold up any number of fingers. Hold them up, but where I can’t see.” “Three, Jessa,” Catherine reported. “Three,” I repeated. He laughed. “All this for a magic trick?” “Nothing up my sleeve,” I said, holding out my arms and turning them to show him they were bare. Feeling my nipples cinch up, I covered them, pressing them back into my pillowy flesh with my fists. Catherine started feeding me numbers. “Okay, six… One… Two… Ten… Umm… Nine… Four… Three,” I said, calling each one out in turn. “How are you doing that?” “We’re not alone, Nick.” “Is there a mirror?” he said, turning to look. “No mirror. I’ll even turn around.” I did so, regrettably putting my ass on display. A moment later, I was again repeating numbers as Catherine said them. “Two… Four… Two… Four… Two… Nice pattern, Nick.” I turned back around. He had the most dumbfounded look on his face. “How about Rock, Paper, Scissors?” he asked. “Cathers?” I asked. She nodded. The puzzled expression on Nick’s face intensified. “Scissors,” she called out. “Scissors,” I repeated. “Rock… Scissors… Rock… Scissors… Paper.” But then Catherine wrinkled her brow. “That’s a different one. I don’t know that one.” She was standing behind him. “Wait, that’s from Star Trek.” “Spock!” I shouted. “I’ve seen Big Bang Theory, but I’m sure she hasn’t.” “Who hasn’t?” he asked, rocking up on his knees and turning to look back. “Cathers,” I replied. “We can keep going. However long it takes.” “Okay, I’m listening,” he said. “Oh, but this is just getting fun.” Looking at Catherine, I explained, “It’s the expanded version. Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock.” I did them as I said them. “Who are you talking to?” “I’m ready for more wine,” I said, a fist still atop each of my breasts. I dropped one to pick up my glass while simultaneously sliding the other across for an attempt at double duty. Nick filled my glass and then topped up his own. I thought about getting dressed, but decided that I might still need to be able to talk to Catherine. “Okay, Jessa. Explain.” “Like I said, we’re not alone. Just let that sink in.” I took a sip of wine. “And the other night, I wasn’t alone then either. You imagined you found a naked woman running around town. And you did. Only there were two of us.” “Two of you?” “Butt naked … both of us. I don’t lie. You should know that by now. I don’t believe in ghosts. Or I didn’t, and it’s okay if you don’t. But Catherine Marshall. She’s dead. She’s also here. I can see her. I can talk to her. She talks to me. But only when I’m naked. I don’t like the rules, but I don’t make them.” He squeezed his eyes shut as if his brain was hurting. “We can do some more Rock, Papers, Scissors … if it helps,” I offered, taking a big swig. “Jessa, no more wine,” Catherine pleaded. “Give me a break, Cathers. This is hard for me.” I was looking at Nick and he was looking at me. “I mean, I’m a shy person. My mom thinks I’m a slut, but I make love with the lights off. Well, the first time, anyway. The wine doesn’t make it any easier, but hope springs eternal.” “But how are we going to get you down the hill?” she asked. “She’s right, Nick,” I said. “I’ll have trouble getting to the car if I keep drinking.” “Drinking makes you see ghosts?” “It’s the clothes. When I take them off. My guess is that she and I are so alike … that when we are dressed the same … I mean, when we’re both naked … well … it becomes enough. And not ghosts. Ghost. Just one. One’s enough. Believe me.” “Why are you so sure you can trust him?” Catherine asked. “I’m not. I just decided to.” “You’re really talking to a ghost? Can she give me lottery numbers?” I looked at Catherine. She was shaking her head. “I might be able to get yesterday’s numbers. Or you can play poker. I’ll tell you what he’s holding.” “It’s Catherine Marshall. She was raped and murdered in 1985. Like I am now, she was twenty-five at the time. It’s sad … very hard for me, actually. Makes me cry. Don’t let me start. But what an opportunity, right? She’s my grandmother’s sister, my great aunt. When I talked to you today, it was obvious this investigation was going nowhere … unless I let you in on my secret. I’m not an especially patient person. Ask my mother.” “Okay. The investigation. I mean the crime. Tell me what you know.” I started listing everything off for him. How she was attacked at the top of the stairs. Taken to a junkyard where she was raped and murdered. How her body had been put in the trunk of one of the cars. How she believed that it was still there – in a rusty old car that nobody wanted. How we hadn’t gone there because we hadn’t had time, but also because of the possibility of forensic evidence ¬– evidence that I didn’t want to risk disturbing. How I hoped that there might be DNA on her remains – tying a criminal to his handiwork. “I’m still struggling with this,” he said. “But if you’re as good at finding human remains as you are at rock, paper, scissors, then … well … shit … that changes everything.” “Let’s take a breather and enjoy the sunset,” I suggested. He turned toward the western horizon. “Let’s.” Looking up, I saw Catherine doing the same. “Do you enjoy sunsets?” I asked her. “I’m going to enjoy this one,” she said. “You piss me off, but you make me feel so alive.” I smiled then laughed. “That’s good, I assume.” “What did she say?” he asked. “She’s pissed at me,” I said. But then I repeated the rest of what she’d said, wondering if it would make sense to him. “Can I get dressed?” I asked, reaching for my bra. “You’re asking me?” Nick said. “Both of you. As soon as I put something on, my ability to communicate with the dead disappears. If you’re both fine with that, I’m ready to go back to being regular old boring me.” Nick nodded and Catherine shrugged, so I started dressing. As soon as the sun was below the horizon, Nick and I packed up and we started down. I wasn’t at all steady on my feet, so he kept a hand on me. I realized that if he hadn’t been there, I could strip and Catherine would be able to guide me. I was a lucky girl. My brand of luck was admittedly unusual, but like Catherine, I was feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Nick drove and we went to his house. As I was in no shape to drive myself home – and if he dropped me off, I have to walk to his place to get the car the next day – he offered me his guest bed. I followed him inside to see if I might be comfortable with staying over. Seeing a queen size bed in a nice looking room, I decided to accept his offer. Nick whipped some cream and spooned it onto some fresh berries, making a relatively healthy dessert. We sat at the dining room table talking. “So, is she here? Would she like some?” he asked. “I expect she’s here, but I doubt she wants any berries.” “But are you sure?” “I think she doesn’t eat at all.” “But I wouldn’t want to be a poor host. Maybe we should make sure … be absolutely certain.” Suddenly it dawned on me what he was suggesting. I looked over at him. He was smiling. “And there might be things we could talk about. We’ve probably covered the investigation enough for tonight, but I’ve been wondering what life was like in the eighties. That’s before either of us was born. Do you think she’d mind talking about that?” As crazy as it sounded, I started to wonder if Nick might be right. Would Catherine enjoy having her own bowl of berries? “Promise me you’re not just trying to get me out of my clothes.” He smiled. “I’ll dish up another bowl.” He got up and went into the kitchen. I found myself considering bringing Catherine into the conversation. Nick returned, placing a bowl on the table across from me, a spoon next to it. He then pulled out what would be Catherine’s chair – just enough. “Would you like a glass of water?” he asked. “Yes. One for her, as well,” I said. Nick nodded and went back to the kitchen. “Okay, mister, but on your best behavior,” I said, standing up. Nick was carrying three glasses, complete with ice, when he returned. I’d been taking my time, trying to decide if I was being swindled, so I was only down to my underwear. “Is she here?” he asked, placing a glass next to each bowl. “You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I said, reaching back to undo my bra strap. I paused. Was I being taken advantage of? Well, that seemed obvious. But then I decided that the evening would be more fun if Catherine were there. I briefly held the cups in place, but then let them fall away. “Is this guy smooth, or what?” I asked her, tossing my panties atop the rest of my clothes. She was laughing. “Not at all how we did things in the eighties. A first date and you take your clothes off … all of them. And not just once, but twice.” “I guess,” I replied. How could I deny it? “He’s got your number.” It was my turn to laugh. “What did she say?” Nick asked. “Reagan,” I said. “She says he was president.” “Ask her if she likes the berries.” “She can hear you.” “Tell him I’m just as naked as you are.” I again started laughing. “Now what’s so funny?” “You realize we’re both naked, right?” “What are you suggesting?” he asked. Suddenly it struck me what he might be thinking. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I replied quickly. He started laughing. “You don’t want me to…” he said, his hand going to the top button of his shirt. I shook my head. Turning to Catherine, he said, “Are you enjoying your berries?” “She says she hasn’t felt this alive in years,” I told him, relaying her message. “So, Reagan. Was he between Bush one and Bush two?” he asked, looking at Catherine’s chair. “The Bushes were both after Reagan. You should know that. Seriously. Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama,” I told him. He didn’t know that my undergraduate degree was Poly Sci. We had a great time laughing and talking, hopscotching from one topic to another. Nick and Catherine were actually getting to know one another. They were clicking –which seemed strange as I had to relay everything she said. Nick appeared to like her. “I am enjoying my berries,” Catherine said. “Thank Nick for me.” “You’re very welcome,” he replied, after I relayed her message. “But the two of you might as well share them. Don’t let them go to waste. As much as I want to, I can’t eat them.” She demonstrated, by attempting to take a berry from her bowl with her fingers. They passed right through. “She says we can have her berries,” I said, taking the bowl from in front of her and spooning some of them into each of our bowls. “Thank you, Catherine,” Nick responded graciously. “I really do wish you could eat them.” “But I enjoy pretending … imagining what they taste like,” she explained. A bit later, the wine had mostly worn off and I was feeling utterly naked – naked with a man I had only just met, and inside his house, no less. I felt the urge to get dressed, but that would require getting up from my seat. As it was, only my breasts were visible. Glancing down, I saw that a dab of whip cream had fallen onto one of my breasts, extending part way onto my nipple. I looked up only to see Nick studying me. “Would you like a napkin?” he asked. “I’m fine,” I said, quickly wiping it off, my cheeks growing warm as I sucked it from my finger. Nick stood up. “Well, I should probably turn in. I have to go to work in the morning. You can sleep in. Stay as long as you like. Just make sure the door locks behind you when you leave. And here’s your car key.” He took it from his pocket and deposited it on the table. “I had a good time,” I said. “Thanks for accepting my invitation.” “It was a great picnic. Best view ever. And the sunset wasn’t half bad either. Actually, the most fun I’ve had on a first date in a long time.” I glanced down at my body. Without thinking, I‘d stood up when he had. Feeling exposed, I wrapped myself in my arms. I was expecting him to laugh or possibly make a joke at my expense, but he didn’t. I saw him collecting his thoughts. “Normally, after a date such as this, I might … I mean, if it was a girl I really liked. You know, maybe a good night kiss. But that would probably happen in front of her door.” “You can kiss me,” I blurted. “Okay … but Catherine.” “Cathers can leave the room.” “Not leaving you naked. Not with this guy. If anyone needs a chaperone, it’s you,” she said. “What did she say?” he asked. “Oh, she went into the bedroom,” I lied. “Okay then. A kiss,” he said, stepping toward me. One at a time, I dropped my hands to my sides. “Permission granted. Just no contact … umm … below the neck.” I tilted my head up and a moment later, his lips were on mine. “One thousand one, one thousand two,” I heard Catherine counting. The passion was incredible. Our tongues weren’t even dancing and yet our faces were melting together. What had come over me? I thought I might feel his hands on my back, but I didn’t. He seemed to have them out to the sides. Reaching around, I encircled his torso with my arms, squeezing, gently pressing our bodies together. Catherine cleared her throat. “One thousand eleven. One thousand twelve.” She was right. I pushed Nick away. He had a pleasant smile on his face. I slapped him – not playfully – hard enough to get his attention. “What in the hell! What was that for?” he asked, putting a hand to his cheek. “My hands were behind me the whole time.” “That was for the other night. For handcuffing me. I want you to remember the sting … the next time you are considering doing that to a naked woman.” “But…” “Do you know how vulnerable I felt? And that was before the handcuffs. Guys are already so much bigger. What do you outweigh me by … eighty pounds? I was already so scared, and then you put those fucking cuffs on me!” I was trying to remain calm, but just thinking about it was making my blood boil. “Jessa, I’m sorry. I was only doing my duty.” “Only doing your fucking duty, huh? And what was I doing? I wasn’t hurting anyone. In fact, I was only doing my duty. Catherine … I have a duty to her. I didn’t pick this, but she’s family. I’m not running around naked because it’s how I get off. Even if it was that … still not hurting anybody.” “Okay. But I make a lot of effort to be a police officer who is sensitive to the situation. It’s never easy.” “Sensitive, huh? Hmm… But I expect being a cop isn’t easy. Do you know the real reason I slapped you?” “That wasn’t the real reason?” “Well, yes, but it goes deeper. For the sake of my dignity … reclaiming my dignity. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but for this relationship to have a chance, I had to. That was always going to be between us … if I didn’t bring it out into the open and deal with it. So I did us both a favor. That is, unless you don’t like me and don’t want to see this go anywhere. But now you know where I stand.” “So, are we even now?” “I don’t imagine it works that way, but now you can go to bed.” He looked unsure. He appeared to be making an effort to not allow his eyes to stray down my body. “Umm…” he mumbled. “Nope,” I replied. “I get the last word. Off to bed with you.” “You go girl!” Catherine said. I smiled, but I didn’t reply – not with Nick in the room. He glanced back, so I shooed him off with the wave of a hand. “You got your goodnight kiss. All you get.” A few minutes later, Catherine and I were in bed. We stayed up, talking late into the night, mostly discussing past relationships. I was surprised to hear how similar her life had been to mine. She hadn’t had to deal with the stress of social media or the disruption to life that the 2020 pandemic had caused, but boys were boys – as immature in the eighties as in the twenties. ~ ~ ~ When I woke up, Nick was gone, but he’d tucked a letter and his card under my car keys. Jessa – – Thank you for a fun evening. And thank you for slapping me – – if that’s what it takes to put the handcuffs thing behind us. I’ll turn the other cheek. That might be necessary. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten that I tackled you that night as well. So if you have to – – go ahead. But moving on, I’m excited to pursue this investigation. Rock, Paper, Scissors. It would be so cool to solve a 40-year old cold case. All victims deserve justice. It’s not the only thing I need to do today, but I hope to be able to get going on it this morning. Let’s talk next steps this afternoon. Come by the station or send me a text to the number on the back of my card and I’ll call you. – – Nick PS: Give my best to Catherine. I let Catherine read the letter, and then I pulled up a favorite tune on my phone and we both started dancing in celebration. We had a new team member – one with all kinds of access! I stayed well away from the windows. I didn’t think Nick’s neighbors needed to see that – my tits bobbing around on my chest. Once we’d settled down, I helped myself to some breakfast in Nick’s kitchen, showered, and then got dressed. Unfortunately, I had only the clothes I’d been wearing. It was time to go home – time for my walk of shame. My mother wouldn’t say anything, but I knew exactly what she’d be thinking. At home, making an effort at keeping up appearances, I went back to painting. As requested, I sent Nick a text – a selfie of me holding a paint roller, my hair tied back, a dab of paint on my face. Rather than call, he replied with a text. “Cute! I’ll stop by.” A bit later, I heard a car in the driveway. “Jessa, I think it’s your boyfriend,” my mom called out as she walked out the front door. I put my roller in the tray and followed her out onto the porch. She was talking to Nick. He was in full uniform, a shiny badge pinned to his chest. “Yup. Pretty much exactly how we met,” I heard him say. “Hmm,” my mother replied, frowning at me. “Well, I’m sure my husband would like to make your acquaintance, but he’s off at the hardware store. Why don’t you come by for dinner? I’ll be putting a chicken in the oven, so maybe seven o’clock?” “I’d love to, but Jessa and I already have plans. Another night?” “Sure. Another night,” she said, stepping back and turning toward the door. Hoping that she was watching, I wrapped my arms around Nick’s neck and slipped him some tongue. “Wow. What was that for?” he asked. “For the other night … for tackling me,” I said, giving him my best coy smile. I glanced back just in time to see my mother turn away. Taking his hand, I pulled him away from the house. What we really needed to talk about required absolute privacy. “So, we have plans?” “Yeah. I asked Rebecca to stay late. I was thinking she could keep notes. Help organize.” “But…” “Yeah. That’s what I thought you’d say. And we’d be at the station, so it wouldn’t be just Becca.” “At the police station? I don’t think so. We need Catherine, which means…” “Okay. Let’s do this. Meet me at my place. Again, six-thirty. I’ll bring the files. They aren’t supposed to leave the premises, but some rules are made to be broken.” “Can I quote you?” Ignoring my question, he continued, “I’ll order pizza. What kind do you and Catherine like?” “Pepperoni works for me. I usually add olives and mushrooms, sometimes sun-dried tomatoes” “And Catherine? Better ask her.” I shook my head, glancing back at the house. “You naughty boy.” “But shouldn’t we check? You know how important it is to me to be a good host.” “I’m sure that’s it. But she’ll love whatever you get. Trust me.” “I guess I’ll have to.” A short time later, Nick left. I was again painting when my mom walked in. “Honey, if you and your policeman friend…” “Nick.” “Right. If you and Nick are going out, maybe he could pick you up. Your father, Mason, and I have been talking about going to a movie after dinner. Mason has one he wants to see. It’s playing at the multiplex south of town. We were hoping you’d come … a family outing. But maybe you and Nick would like to join us.” “Yeah. No.” “Okay, but we need the car.” “Fine. I’ll text Nick.” I did and then went back to painting. Mere moments later, he replied, “I’ll be by about 6:30. Make sure Catherine knows.” So Nick wanted me to get naked and he wasn’t even there. Funny guy. “Cathers. Nick’s picking us up at six-thirty,” I announced to the seemingly empty room. “Did you say something?” my mom said, leaning out of the kitchen. “Just talking to myself,” I replied.

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 5, Carved in Stone (Chapter 5) Minutes later, my mom and I were on our way. Even though I didn’t exactly know how I was going to go about it, I was planning to tell my grandmother about her sister’s remains. It was sorrowful news, but she had a right to know – as did my mother. They were Catherine’s closest surviving relatives. After the two of them, Mason and I were probably next in line. Merging on to I-89, I found myself looking out my side window, only occasionally glancing through the windshield at the car ahead. I knew exactly what I was doing; I was avoiding looking over at my mother in the passenger seat. Even though the discovery of Catherine’s remains had seemed inevitable, it had left me unbelievably sad. I liked her so much, and even if I didn’t, no woman deserved such a fate. I didn’t like the idea of being the bearer of such sad news. I hoped that it wouldn’t be too painful for my grandmother, but I knew it was going to hurt. There would be tears – tears all around. I certainly wasn’t about to initiate the grieving before I had to – no sneak preview for my mother. My mother, to her credit, seemed to sense my mood, allowing the drive to continue in silence. But even though I was avoiding her gaze and we weren’t talking, it was surprisingly comfortable to be together. A while later, I was on the couch next to Grandma Patty. Not being able to contain myself any longer, I started balling. “What is it, Jessa?” she asked, holding me while rocking gently. “You can tell me.” “Cathers,” I managed. “I’ve been working with the police. This morning, they found her remains.” “Cathers? My Cathers?” she said, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. I nodded. “I wish she were alive. I really do. But she was murdered … that night … the night she went missing.” “Murdered?” “Yes, grandma. I’m so sorry.” My mother shifted over to the couch. We were all hugging, grandma in the middle. “Is this why you’ve been spending so much time with Nick?” my mother asked. I nodded. “I thought you and he…” “I like the guy, but it’s not like you think. We’ve spent a lot of time together, but going through files – boxes of case files – all of them from 1985 and 1986.” “So, she’s dead?” my grandma asked, her voice shaky. “I’m so sorry. But maybe now there will be some justice … justice for Cathers. I’ve never wanted anything more. With the discovery of her remains comes a real chance to find the murderer. And the police have a lot of technology now that they didn’t have then.” I said that, wanting it to be true, but I was doing my best not to get my hopes up. We sat there for nearly an hour. I told them what I thought I could, leaning heavily on Catherine’s diaries, which I said I had chanced upon when the carpet had come up, as the spark that had inspired me to get in touch with the police. There were categories of information that I was withholding. They didn’t need to hear that she had been raped nor anything about how she had died, not quickly, but drawn out over a number of days. In addition to the details being grisly, I couldn’t talk about them without boxing myself in. I, of course, couldn’t mention that I’d gotten information from Catherine directly. I hadn’t decided what exactly to do about that. Grandma said that she appreciated the closure, but I could tell from her expression and unsteady voice that my news was very troubling. But it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. She’d had forty years to prepare herself. ~ ~ ~ “I’m sorry, Jessa. I may as well be honest. I thought you were screwing the guy,” my mom said on the drive home. I spent a minute contemplating my reply. Maybe this was the opportunity I needed. I’d been wanting to figure out a way to turn over a new leaf with my mother. “Not screwing. Kissing, but not screwing,” I said. “I like Nick. But our time together has been focused on solving this crime.” “You should have said something.” “Maybe. But there wasn’t really anything to tell, not until today. Like I said, I heard about Cathers’ body this morning. So before today, no progress past what little had been accomplished forty years ago.” “I’m so proud of you.” “Really?” It seemed like over a decade since my mother had said anything of the sort to me. An hour later, I was in the driveway hosing off a granite marker when Nick drove up. “What’s that?” he asked. “The family had it made a year or two after Cathers went missing. My grandma told me where it was … buried under stuff in the garage. I guess there was a lot of disagreement about it. Family strife. Some wanted to place it in the family plot, hold a ceremony. Others were sure that she’d come home … that setting out a gravestone might jinx that possibility.” Nick nodded. “Jessa, there’s been an interesting turn of events. I came to tell you in person.” “Okay,” I said, turning off the water. “The body we found. A female. About the right age. But not Catherine. The dental records aren’t a match.” “Not Catherine? Oh, my God, Nick. I told grandma.” “I’m so sorry, but Catherine, she knew about the welding. As we speak, there are six or eight people going over every inch of that junkyard.” I saw my mother approaching from the house. “Shhh … let’s not tell her.” “Oh, Nick,” she said, stepping close to give him a hug. He accepted, and they embraced. My mom was a different woman. She’d never acted so warm, so friendly around any of my friends – especially my guy friends. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Wilson,” he said. “Catherine was your aunt, as I understand it.” “Yes, my mom’s younger sister. Jessa’s great aunt. You must be one hell of a detective. Thank you, Sir. It’s hard news to hear, but from my entire family, thank you.” “It was as much your daughter as it was me. Actually, more your daughter. She’s smart and so very determined when she sets her mind to something. But I expect you know how she is. She talked me into this, twisted my arm, so to speak.” Fortunately, I had briefed Nick on what he could and couldn’t say. “But mom, there’s something you were keeping from me,” I said, looking down at the stone. “Catherine Marshall, born March 26, 1960. Anything about that stand out to you?” “Yes, you were born on her birthday. When you were a baby, mom and I used to talk about you being Catherine’s reincarnation. But every time that came up, we’d start crying. We decided not to tell you. We didn’t want to burden you with that legacy.” “But now I get it. That’s why grandma would always start crying at my birthday parties. I thought that was strange. She didn’t cry at anyone else’s parties.” “Your birthdays were hard for her.” “So you were born on March 26th?” Nick asked. “Exactly forty years later. March 26, 2000.” “And in the same hospital,” my mom added. “The same day, the same hospital,” I remarked, mulling that over. “Maybe I am a reincarnation.” “Except that I don’t believe in reincarnation,” my mom replied. “I guess I don’t either,” I said. “How about you, Nick?” He looked at me and then down at the stone. “Lately … I don’t know what I believe,” he said, shaking his head. Nick’s phone started ringing and he stepped away to talk. “I sure like him,” my mother said, turning her back to him and speaking softly. “Oh, really? Now that you know I’m not screwing him?” “Jessa, let’s not do this,” she said, reaching over and touching my elbow. “I’m sorry, mom. I don’t know what came over me. I guess old habits die hard. I do want you to respect me. In the car, you said you were proud of me.” “I am. And not just because of what you’ve accomplished this summer. Let’s file those teenage years away. That’s the past. I’m so very proud of the woman you have become. Let’s start over.” “I’m trying mom. I really am.” “I can tell. Thank you for that. I love you, Jessa … I hope you know.” I wanted to be able to use the L word with her. I could almost see myself doing that one day, but I wasn’t ready. A minute later, she went back inside, leaving me alone with the stone. “That was Tom Wynn,” Nick said, returning to my side. “He’s with the State Police, the MCU.” “Major Crimes Unit,” I said nodding. “He’s at the junkyard. Their search has turned up two more cars. Both of them, the trunks welded shut.” I felt my jaw drop. “Two more?” He nodded, giving me time. “Well, maybe one of those will be Catherine,” I said. “Hopefully. Probably. But that means this is big, real big. Vermont has, or had, a serial killer.” “Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath, collapsing down into a sitting position on the concrete. “Yep, holy shit.” A second later, I was back on my feet. “Walk with me, Nick.” “Okay, sure. Where are we going?” “Bates Pond,” I said, hooking around the house. “What’s the rush?” he asked, struggling to keep up. “I can’t believe the person I have become. At times, I can’t get my clothes off fast enough.” “So take them off.” “Not here. But at the pond it will be okay.” “You like being naked, don’t you?” “There’s almost something to that,” I replied, giving the matter some thought. “It’s always been about seeing and talking to Cathers. But it’s quite a rush … especially outside. Initially, I didn’t like the feeling. Too scary. Way too scary.” “And now?” “The same, I guess. But there’s something almost addictive about it. I mean, there better not be, right?” “There are probably worse addictions.” I frowned. “I don’t need any more late night encounters with policemen. But my heartrate. The adrenaline.” “You’re a thrill junkie.” “I most certainly am not!” “Give me your shirt,” he said, holding out his hand. “At the pond.” “Just your shirt. It’s not much farther.” I looked around. He was right. It would be fine. “Okay, now your bra,” he said, almost as soon as my shirt was in his hand. “You said, just my shirt.” “I like your tits … how they bounce when you walk. And we’re almost there.” “No.” “Yes.” “Okay,” I said, biting my lower lip. After taking a deep breath, I unhooked, quickly handing it over before I chickened out. Topless wasn’t naked. I spun in place, again scanning our surroundings, trying to see behind every tree. It seemed fine, and I’d be able to get undressed faster once we got there. I looked over at Nick. He appeared content that he’d gotten me to walk the rest of the way topless. My boobs did have a jiggly bounce to them, especially when I was hurrying. It was a feeling that had grown on me – a liberating sense of freedom that came from having nothing covering my chest. “Are you my boyfriend?” I asked. “That’s a good question.” “You’re not going to answer it?” “What if I said, yes?” “Then I’d say, yes.” “Yes,” he said. I stopped and turned toward him. Throwing my arms around his neck, my face barely an inch from his, I whispered, “Kiss me, boyfriend.” I’d never dated a cop before – never knew they could be so sexy. Mostly, I just hadn’t spent any time around policemen. He kissed me. It was the perfect response. A man of few words – that was also sexy. Barely a minute later, we were at the pond, all my clothes in a pile. “You two!” Catherine said, looking first at me, but then at Nick. “So I guess we’re officially dating,” I told her. Catherine and Nick replied at the same moment, Nick not realizing that my remark had been a reply. I hadn’t caught his words, but she’d said, “As soon as you tell your mom that you’re not screwing, you start screwing.’ “We’re not scr…” I started to say, cutting my sentence short. Nick was right there. “But you’re about to.” “Maybe so, right Nick?” “Whatever you say, pretty lady.” I laughed. We had three sets of human remains – a serial killer on the loose – and I was happy. Go figure! But I knew that getting my clothes off would brighten my mood. It felt as if I had the power to bring Catherine back to life. I mean, how could she be dead if I could see her, talk to her? Looking at her smile chased all the sorrowful clouds I had been dealing with past the horizon. “I love seeing you and your mom like that,” she said. “I’m glad to see you both making an effort.” “Thanks to you. Somehow, in a roundabout way, it’s your fault.” Even though it wasn’t what I wanted to think about, we started comparing notes on all that had happened that morning. As I’d guessed, Catherine had been at the junkyard with Nick. She’d watched them open the trunk. She also knew that it hadn’t been her body but that two similar cars had been found. Because she’d returned with Nick, she’d learned those details when I had, at the conclusion of his phone call. I quickly gave her a rundown on my visit with her sister. She nodded, listening carefully. I could tell that it was emotional for her. She was very concerned about how Patty had taken the news. “Maybe I should have stuck with you this morning.” “Too bad you can’t be in two places at once.” “It’s like we are sisters, right?” she said. “Same age, same birthday.” “That would make us twins.” I looked over at Nick. “And it’s like we have our own twin-speak. Nick, look at him, he can’t quite follow our conversation.” “I do my best,” he replied. Nick and I stretched out on the grass in the sun. We were on our backs, our arms over our heads. My nipples were showing off – reaching for the heavens – proudly displaying just how long and pointy they could get. I’d shifted over a bit, making a little more room for Catherine. She was between us, sitting up and facing the other way, away from the pond. Nick rolled toward me, into a position on his side, his head resting in the palm of a hand. I rolled toward him, mirroring his position as the three of us continued to talk. I glanced down along Nick’s body. Given Catherine’s position, I could only barely see his lower half – through her ghostly body. It seemed as if he would have the same view of me, but that made for a false sense of security – because, for Nick – she was entirely transparent. I knew I was much more on display than I felt. Bending the knee of my upper leg, I pulled my foot along the ground, stopping when it reached a position just in front of the other knee. My legs were open, one of my knees pointing at the sky. It felt nice to let my pussy breathe, and it was a comfortable position. I blushed, realizing, that it might not look as if I’d done it for comfort, or for fresh air, for that matter. But I didn’t really care. I knew exactly what I was doing. Just as seeing Catherine had brightened my mood, putting my pussy on display got my juices flowing. Nothing made me feel more alive. “Look at you!’ Catherine said, studying the position of my legs. I ignored her. If I didn’t respond, Nick wouldn’t know she had said anything. He might not even realize that she was there. I glanced down my body, trying to get a sense for how I looked from Nick’s vantage point. He was doing the same – running his eyes along my body. “Hey, boyfriend,” I said. “Yesterday, you wanted a picture.” “Really? Here?” “Up to you. I assume you have your phone.” He sat up, pulling it from his pocket. Catherine looked incredulous. “You’re really going to let him do that? Your legs all apart and everything?” I continued to ignore her. Hadn’t she let Dirk take pictures of her? Didn’t most couples do that? My boyfriends had wanted to photograph me almost as badly as they’d wanted to have sex with me. “But, Nick, if I let you, there is a life-long ban on sharing. I’ll trust you if you agree to my terms.” “Name your terms!” I laughed. “That’s it. You just can’t show the photos … or share them. So no posting. For your eyes only. You’re a cop. Promise to protect them, and I’ll let you.” “I promise. You really are beautiful, you know.” As Nick started taking photos, I found myself wondering how I compared to the ‘hot ex-wife’ Catherine had overheard the deputies talking about. I didn’t ask. I didn’t care. I was among the pretty ones. From the look in his eyes, I knew I was attractive enough. That was all that mattered. With me maintaining position, Nick moved a bit to the left, seemingly trying to find the perfect angle. “He’s aiming right into your … umm … cunnie,” Catherine cautioned. “Shut up,” I said, tilting my head back and laughing. “What?” Nick asked. “I didn’t say anything.” “Not you. I’ve got these voices in my head, this imaginary friend. Just come here and show me what you’ve got so far.” He crawled over and I sat up to kiss him. Sitting together we looked through the images. They were pretty dang explicit. Using my fingers, I zoomed in on one of them, making my bald pussy almost life size. My clitoral hood was a raised ridge centered between my fleshy outer labia. “Wow! Imagine what you’ll be able to get me to do with blackmail material like this.” “I know, right! Only I promised. Dang!” “Right answer. Now put them in a folder, one with a password. Use my birthday. You do remember my birthday, right?” “March 26, 2000.” “Winner, winner, chicken dinner!” “What did I win?” “Two more poses. But then we should be getting back.” Surprisingly, Nick’s poses ended up being delightfully tame – sexy, but based more on feminine beauty – quite unlike the rather nasty one I’d struck without his guidance. Even though I was not nearly as shy as I had been, at least around him, I appreciated it. We hadn’t had sex, hadn’t even come close, but the man certainly knew what my ‘cunnie’ looked like – possibly better than I did. In retrospect, I decided that I had given him a test – a test that he’d passed with flying colors. “Cunnie, so that’s your ‘go-to’ word?” I asked him. “But I don’t have to…” “No, it’s fine. I’m just not used to it, that’s all. Recently, I was pushing a friend to be more open-minded when it came to such things, so turnabout’s fair play. I’d just like to draw the line at ‘cunt.’” “Deal,” he said. I chuckled to myself. This was new territory. None of my past relationships had progressed at all like this one. Never before had I met and gotten to know a man while naked. I’d been clothed in Nick’s presence, but not nearly as much as naked. And what was also strange, was that I’d only seen him fully dressed. It was completely out of balance. It seemed very odd, but I actually felt as if I wanted it to continue – just one of us naked – me. I knew better than to suggest that. We now seemed to be on a path that would lead to us having sex in the near future. Soon maybe, but it wouldn’t be happening that afternoon. But the idea of Catherine being there as a spectator – that was certainly something I was going to have to warm up to. Or maybe I would ask her to make herself scarce when the time came. Walking back from the pond, I initiated the obligatory safe-sex conversation. It was awkward, but less awkward than a surprise case of herpes. “I’ve been sexually active since I was sixteen,” I told him. “Nine sex partners in all. Seven men, two women.” “Two women,” he replied. It wasn’t a question. He merely seemed to be processing what he’d heard. “The last guy, his name was Tyler. So only Tyler the last two or so years. Now it’s your turn.” “Is this how it’s done in Arizona?” “This is how it should be done everywhere. We talk openly and honestly about our sexual history … in advance … not once we’re in bed. It’s my body. I intend to protect it. If you’re not willing or able to be completely candid with me, then…” “No, you’re right. Okay … Amber. We were married for seven years. Divorced since January, but separated since last summer. So no sex partners for the last ten or eleven months. And during those years, just one … no, wait … two sex partners.” “Two?” “Yes. When Amber drank, she became a completely different woman.” “I’m not sure you’re taking this seriously.” “No, I am. In all honesty … a completely different woman.” “At least she didn’t become a man.” “Right?! Thank God!” “So, did she have a drinking problem?” “She did! Some days she didn’t drink … that was a problem. On those days, we didn’t get along nearly as well.” “Okay … moving along. So during your seven-year marriage, no sex partners other than Amber S and Amber D, right? Sober and Drunk.” “I like that … Amber S and Amber D. Yes, during those years … never sex with anyone that I wasn’t married to. And Amber and I were together nearly three years before we got married. So, that’s ten years right there. I’m thirty-one, so since twenty-one, just Amber. Before Amber, a few sex partners. Three or four, never any men.” “Sounds good. I expect we are both healthy. Even so, better to be absolutely sure. Let’s both go in and get tested. And I’m on the pill, so that’s taken care of.” As Nick was going to be very busy during the day for a week or more, we concluded that I would find a clinic and make appointments. ~ ~ ~ Late that evening, I was hanging out with Catherine, stretched out spread-eagle on top of my covers. I wasn’t used to living in a house without air conditioning. Catherine was telling me how shocked she’d been by the conversation she’d overheard. “Doesn’t that take all the fun out of it? The spontaneity? How can you be a slut if you can’t just pick up a random guy and take him home for a one-night stand?” “I guess you didn’t have Sexually Transmitted Diseases in the eighties.” “Of course, we did. We called them Venereal Diseases. Maybe that’s the same thing? But we were lucky, I think. I mostly just had to worry about getting pregnant.” “No HIV?” “It was called AIDS. Not sure why they changed the name, but if you weren’t a gay man, you didn’t have to worry too much about it. Or at least, we didn’t. I mean, Dirk and I.” “Yep, it’s not like that anymore. I’m very careful. Serial monogamy … that’s me. My mom thinks I’m a loose woman. As far as I’m concerned, I’m a very careful slut.” “It cracks me up to hear you talk like that. In the world I grew up in, girls didn’t call themselves sluts.” “Maybe they were all saving themselves for marriage,” I quipped. “Oh, we had sluts. And girls were called ‘sluts.’ It’s just, no one … at least that I knew … called themselves that.” I nodded, trying to think back to when I’d first started referring to myself as a slut. I’d pretty much gone straight from being a wholesome pre-teen to being a sassy, sleazy teenager. One day, no makeup – the next, way too much – almost as if I could make myself look older. Fortunately, my way-too-much-eye-makeup phase passed quickly. At least in retrospect, it did. But one thing had survived from those early years of experimentation; I was still very accomplished when it came to the art of the blowjob. ~ ~ ~ I saw very little of Nick the next two days. The investigation exploded, and the various agencies that were involved were racing against time. They wanted to make as much progress as they could before the media caught wind of what was going on. One of the newly discovered bodies did turn out to be Catherine. That wasn’t a surprise – in fact, it was a relief. It meant that I didn’t have to go and tell grandma that what I’d told her wasn’t entirely accurate. So, there were three sets of remains, all of them young women, but at that point in time, only one of them had a name associated with it. The MCU had largely taken over the case, but there was more than enough investigative work to go around. Nick was part of a team that was trying to get a handle on who had been employed by Earl’s Auto Salvage in the eighties. I found a clinic that administered STD screening tests. They had openings, but I was having trouble pinning Nick down. And giving the seriousness of the investigation that Catherine and I had set in motion, it was easy to let that slip onto the back burner. Thursday, Nick called and asked me out for a date for the following night. He said he was approaching burnout, and needed a break. He also said that he was taking Saturday off as well – the whole day. He asked me to pencil him in, saying that he had a particular hike in mind. Liking the idea of an entire day away from the family, I agreed readily. Friday, during the day, in spite of all the effort, the case broke out onto national news. It was instantly the top story on every website that I checked. I read one of the articles and learned how Nick had explained the discovery of the bodies. I’d forgotten to ask him what he’d told his fellow officers regarding how he knew to go looking for bodies in rusty cars at Earl’s Auto Salvage. According to the article, an unnamed officer at the Stonefield Police Department had received an anonymous tip. That made me smile, but after a bit of consideration, I realized that it likely happened all the time. What was surely also true was that the police maintained relationships with informants by guarding their identities carefully, probably representing information received from such sources as ‘anonymous tips.’ Wondering how the news was playing out in Stonefield, I asked Mason to walk into town with me. That made my mother happy. I’d been ignoring him and he hadn’t found anyone to hang with. Reporters were everywhere in Stonefield. At first, it seemed as if I might have difficulty avoiding them. More than anyone there, I had the inside scoop, but they didn’t know that. I was just a young woman strolling by with her teenage brother. They seemed to have no shortage of people who were willing to be interviewed. As the story was just breaking, the questions seemed to be mostly, ‘What’s it like to find out that there is or was a serial murderer on the loose in Stonefield?’ and, ‘How does that make you feel? Will you have trouble sleeping at night?’ Mason wanted to go into the malt shop, and as we stepped inside, I saw why. Two teenage cuties had entered just ahead of us. Because Mason was typically so shy around girls his age, I selected seats at the counter that would allow us to talk to them. We were a few seats away, but facing them at an angle as the counter took a few bends as it snaked through the shop. “Have you girls heard the news?” I asked them before any of us had ordered. From there the conversation flowed freely. After we had placed our order, I introduced myself and Mason, telling them that we were from Arizona, but in town for the summer. I so wanted to get Mason a date. Maybe if he started spending more time with girls his age, my mother wouldn’t view my teen indiscretions as all that unusual. And he probably needed to get laid. He was eighteen. I didn’t think that he was a virgin, but I didn’t know for sure. ~ ~ ~ That evening, Nick picked me up. As far as I was concerned it was our first actual date. It was going to be about us – a chance to get to know each other one on one. And with that in mind, for the first time, I was planning to keep my clothes on. That seemed a bit ironic, but it made complete sense. After all, it was a first date. But the act of picking clothes to wear without a thought to how quickly I could get them off did seem unusual. Keeping my clothes on meant no Catherine – which was by design. I imagined she would be there, but out of sight, out of mind. She wouldn’t be playing a role in keeping up conversation. I’d have to do that all on my own. Nick had selected a restaurant a few towns over. With the serial murderer story breaking, he wanted to be somewhere where people didn’t recognize him as one of the local police officers. He was sure that if we went out to eat in Stonefield, he’d be subjected to a constant barrage of questions. I liked the ambiance in the restaurant, but just after we ordered Nick brought up how another set of remains had just been identified. The woman had been from Blue Hill, a coastal town quite a distance away in Maine. He started to tell me more about her, but I interrupted him. “Please, not her name. Nothing more. There is enough anguish in my life knowing what I know about Catherine and her demise.” “But you are part of this investigation. A central part.” “Correction – I was part of the investigation. Providence chose me to play a role … a specific role. I did that. Now it is up to law enforcement. Make me proud! But going forward, leave me out of it. I especially don’t want to know about the other lives this monster cut short.” “Okay,” he said. He seemed disappointed, but the look on his face told me that he understood. “Just one request. When you catch him, bring him to me … so I can spit on him.” “You no longer want to kill him?” “I’ve decided to trust the system. He’ll rot in jail or receive the death penalty. That’s fine. I just want to spit on the bastard.” He had a funny look on his face. “What?” I asked. “Jessa, you’re unlike any woman I’ve ever known.” With my lips pressed tightly together, I nodded. I wasn’t sure it was a compliment, but I’d always prided myself on being my own person. Fitting in had never been my priority. Later, during dinner, with a moratorium on talking about the case, I started to realize something that I hadn’t before: Nick and I didn’t have very much in common. He was a policeman in a small town. Even though he was divorced, he was relatively stable. It had been a long-term relationship and he’d ended up with the house. In contrast, I was a woman on the move and all of six years younger. I’d spent the majority of my time on college campuses in the Desert Southwest. It was an embarrassing thought, but I was starting to realize that, just possibly, I’d been drawn to him on account of always being naked in his presence. Had my nudity led to a heightened libido which in turn had resulted in this? And, if so, what was this? Infatuation? Merely a case of a horny female experiencing the inbred need to propagate the species? Sadly, I imagined that Nick was also sensing that we didn’t have much in the way of chemistry. He didn’t seem as interested in me as when I was naked. I laughed at myself for that thought. Did I really think that clothed-me would be as fun to be around as naked-me? I decided not to get hung up on that. In a way, we were starting over. Driving back, Nick invited me to spend the night. I thought about doing so, knowing full well that I’d strip and that it would again be the three of us. I knew I’d enjoy that, but I decided against it. On the one hand, I wanted to find out if Nick and I had a chance as a couple. Bringing Catherine back into the mix would interrupt my exploration of that important topic. And, on the other hand, because we still hadn’t gotten the STD tests, I thought that it might be awkward to again spend the night without giving ourselves over to anything physical. And so, Nick took me home, promising to pick me up at 7:30am for our hike. He asked me what I had for hiking boots as the trail he’d selected was rocky and steep in places. I told him I had just the thing. They weren’t full-blown hiking boots, but they weren’t tennis shoes either. They offered full ankle support. Nick said he had lunch as well as trail snacks taken care of – that all I needed to bring was myself and maybe a bottle of water or whatever I wanted to drink. That was nice, but it surprised me. When had he found the time to do any shopping? And yet, a lunch for two people would be quick and easy to throw together. ~ ~ ~ The next morning, Nick was on time, and we headed out, both of us hoping to find a temporary respite from a summer that had gotten crazy beyond anything we might have imagined. I was also thinking about my interest in pursuing a relationship with him. Possibly hiking would be a better environment for me to consider just what he and I might have in common. Nick was in a great mood, and so was I. The weather was certainly cooperating. He told me that it was at least a ninety-minute drive. That surprised me as there was a lot of great hiking in the vicinity of Stonefield. About an hour from Stonefield, Nick turned off the pavement and headed down an unmarked gravel road. Maybe there had been a post with a number on it, but nothing more. The road was wide, surprisingly wide, but not well maintained, tall weeds everywhere. Eventually, we came to a substantial looking steel gate complete with several ominous ‘No Trespassing’ signs. “Are you sure about the directions?” I asked as we came to a stop. “I’m sure,” he said, reaching over. Grabbing a key ring from the glove compartment, he climbed out. A minute or two later, we were again underway. “Just where are we?” I asked, looking around, suddenly paying more attention to our surroundings than I had been. “I’ve got connections,” he said with a grin. “I can see that. Care to explain?” “This area is part of a military compound. Vermont had two missile silos in the early sixties. ICBM missile silos.” “There are missiles here?” “No. No silos, no missiles. This land was set aside for expansion. Expansion that never happened. Even the two original silos were decommissioned.” “So, of all places, why are we hiking here?” “I was going to wait until we parked.” “For what?” “To tell you.” “You need to tell me now.” “Okay. I set this up so that you would be able to hike naked.” I coughed out a laugh. “Hike naked? Me? Today?” I was more surprised than anything. I wasn’t going to hike naked. He should know that. I’d gotten used to being nude around him, but… And we hadn’t sealed the deal. Even though I considered him my boyfriend. Even though I’d let him photograph me in the nude. My thoughts were all over the place, but the idea was ludicrous. “Just think about it. You don’t have to, but I’m sure it would be fun … for both of us.” “But…” I said, intending to list off a series of objections. The only problem was that they were crumbling on the way to my lips. “Just think about it,” he repeated calmly. I sat there, not looking at him, staring straight ahead through the windshield as we made our way into the mountains. I was trying to find the problem with his plan. It just sounded too scary, and certainly way too risky. “So, tell me again about this area.” He did, repeating what he’d said, but adding information about the size of the tract of land and how far we were from any communities. He was quite certain that we had the area all to ourselves, that we wouldn’t run into any other hikers or military personnel, for that matter. Given the locked gate and the unused look of the road, I imagined that he knew what he was talking about. But hiking nude? I was still at ‘no fucking way.’ However, there were butterflies in my stomach. As I imagined it, they were only there because I was picturing myself doing it. If I’d dismissed the idea, I’d be laughing. Instead, I was experiencing anxiety, my heart racing. Did my churning tummy mean that I was actually considering it? What I needed to do was tell Nick ‘NO!’ As soon as I shut his crazy idea down, my insides could start returning to normal. “But hiking … I’d have to keep my boots on, so no Catherine.” “Yes, rugged terrain. That’s why I asked you last night what you had for boots. These trails aren’t maintained. Even if they were, they’d still be rocky. I might have been able to find a trail that would be okay barefoot, but there would be people.” “Yeah. I wouldn’t be able to do that.” “But you can take your shoes off during breaks … like when we have lunch. Is Catherine with us?” “I’m sure she is.” “But you’re guessing.” I threw my head back against the headrest in exasperation. “There you go again. Trying to trick me out of my clothes.” “Give me a little credit. I’m not trying to trick anyone out of their clothes. I’m being very upfront. No subterfuge, just a delicious option. You seem so happy naked, that’s all.” “That’s because of Catherine.” “I suppose so, but are you sure? I mean, is she the only reason?” “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked. Of course, I wasn’t sure. Initially, there had been no doubt in my mind. But I was no longer at square one. And then it occurred to me – maybe this was the perfect opportunity. Wearing my boots – because trail conditions required them – would allow me the chance to consider the question I’d been grappling with during dinner the night before. Maybe I would be able to arrive at a conclusion. I’d experienced nudity with Nick, but Catherine had always been present. And Nick and I had been alone together, but only when I’d been dressed. This would be new and different – just the two of us – but I would be naked. It would be a most interesting data point. The butterflies intensified. Was I actually considering it? I glanced over at Nick. He was staring far down the road as he drove. His expression told me that he knew that I was thinking about it. But why not? It was hard to imagine a spot devoid of people, especially in Vermont, but Nick seemed to have found it. We came to a fork in the road. Nick stopped to consult a map. A moment later, we were again underway. If I did this, it was going to be a first. Always in the past, my reason for stripping had been to communicate with Catherine. But this time, if I went through with it, it would have nothing to do with Catherine or the investigation. It would be just the two of us. Nick parked the Jeep and we got out. “So, it’s up to you,” he said. “We’ll have a great day either way.” “You’re not even going to twist my arm.” “I could, but that would get me nowhere. You’re too strong willed.” “I guess that’s true,” I sighed, wishing he would think up a way to force me. I was on the verge of agreeing to his plan. I just didn’t want to admit it. “Okay, this is how it’s going to work,” he said, opening the rear of the Jeep. “Come here.” I hesitated, but he wasn’t asking for much. I went to him. “Kiss me,” he said. I smiled. I liked this Nick. This Nick was much more fun than Restaurant Nick. While he was kissing me, I felt him untucking my shirt. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my lips still in contact with his. “Arms up,” he said. There was little doubt where this was going. My arms went up – almost as if they were doing their own thinking. A second later, my shirt slid up and off. “Kiss me again,” he said. I threw my arms around his neck, leaning into him and tilting my face up. If it was kisses he wanted, it was kisses he was getting – wet sloppy kisses. As our tongues danced, I felt his hands on my bra strap. It went taught as he pulled. I almost started laughing, it took him so long to get it undone, but a moment later, it went slack. I felt my breasts drop slightly as the support fell away. The bra joined my shirt in the back of the Jeep. “Kiss me,” he said. I knew the drill. I flung my arms around his neck, pressing my face into his. Maybe we did have chemistry. As expected, his fingers went right to the button on my shorts. The zipper was next – it too put up little resistance. And then my shorts were sliding down my legs. I managed to step out of them without letting them hit the ground. The next thing I knew, they too were in the Jeep. “Look at you!” he said approvingly. Blushing, I looked down. More than ninety-percent of what I was wearing was on my feet. I was down to just my light-weight, brown hiking boots, a pair of argyle socks, and my pink panties. And they didn’t look at all like what one would wear hiking. They were more of a bedroom pair – a cheeky cut and oh so sheer – a painted-on second skin. All edges, legs and waistband, were trimmed with a delicate strip of white lace. Truth be told, I’d worn them because of how sexy they were – just in case. And now my secret was out. “Turn around,” he said, twirling a finger. That caused my blushing to intensify. My butt was bare. Could I turn and let him see? But then I decided not to be ridiculous. I’d spent hours upon hours naked around him. Even with my buns in full view, I was still wearing more than all the other times. “Nice,” he said softly. “You like?” I asked with a smile, looking back over my shoulder. “That right there is one hell of an ass,” he remarked, pointing at it. “So, with panties or without?” I asked. The next thing I knew, I was biting my lip. Had I really just said that? “Definitely without. This is a bare-naked Jessa hike.” I sucked in a breath and glared at him. It wasn’t his choice. “Kiss me, Nick,” I said, closing the distance between us. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my chest up into the bottom of his ribcage, angling my lips up to meet his. Barely a second later, I felt his hands on my hips. Smashing my face passionately into his, I opened my mouth, licking across his lips. They parted to admit my tongue as I felt fingers, lots of them, slipping down into my waistband.

Jenny Misadventures By Gao Chapter 1: The Dip’N Donut After an eventful sophomore year, Jenny was home from college in suburban New York. Desperate for a job, Jenny searched high and low, but the best she could find was a job as a cashier at a Dip’N Donut off the interstate. When Mr. Kelly, the general manager took one look at the busty young blonde, all smiles and bubbly energy, he knew he had to hire her. He knew he didn’t need any more cashiers; the joint was struggling to pay the bills as it was. But he also knew a hot young woman behind the register would inspire a certain loyalty among his clientele of truckers and commuters. The Dip’N Donut uniform was simple; black Dickies slacks, a white and pink polo shirt, and a pink visor. On Jenny’s first day on the job, she dressed in the ladies room with the polo shirt Mr. Kelly provided. Unfortunately, it was a size too small. The shirt didn’t even reach the waistband of her pants, and left her pale belly and bellybutton on continuous display. The work slacks weren’t helping either. Jenny picked them up for cheap at a local discount store, and they fit well enough in the dressing room, but it seems a trip through the wash shrank them a bit. It took a mighty effort just to button them, and they rode her peach-colored panties up her tush and private spot relentlessly. Jenny tied her hair into pigtails and inspected herself in the mirror. Despite the small shirt calling a bit too much attention to her well-developed chest, she thought she looked quite cute! And the customers seemed to agree! By lunchtime, the Dip’N Donut had done more business than it usually did all day! Some men came back to the register two or three times, each visit sending Jenny reaching for napkins, bouncing to and fro, or bending over for more donuts. Every time Jenny reached for the upper shelves, her shirt rode up, exposing her flat tummy, all the way up to her ribs. No matter how she tugged or pulled at the undersized shirt, it just could cover her modestly! Every time she reached for the donuts on the bottom shelves (and they always seemed to want the donuts on the bottom shelf) she could either squat down, revealing the lacy trim of her panties and giving herself an intrusive wedgie. Or she could bend at the waist, not only making a lewd display of her behind, giving the occasional lucky gentleman a glimpse of her firm, youthful breasts, wrapped in her matching peach-colored bra. Even though it was a sweltering June outside, Mr. Kelly kept the AC cranked. Her thin shirt and designer bra were ill-prepared to hide her taut nipples. Aside from Mr. Kelly, the only other employee was Jessica, a tiny, demure little thing. She was intimidated by Jenny’s beauty, but soon warmed to her good-natured charm. Jessica was too short to refill the ice dispenser at the soda fountain, and asked Jenny for assistance. It seemed simple enough; climb a few steps up the stepstool and dump a large bucket of ice into the hopper. Jessica held the stepstool as Jenny climbed up, precariously balancing the bucket of sloshing ice. The entire dining room was silent, every eye on her, somehow anticipating what surely must come next. Jenny hoisted the bucket up high and began to lose her balance! She wobbled and swayed, crying out in distress! Jessica grabbed Jenny by the thighs and squeezed, trying to steady the blonde… “No no no! I-I’m TICKLISH! Eeek!” It was too late. Jessica’s well-meaning gesture sent Jenny into spasms, dropping the bucket. Ice and melt water washed over Jenny’s body and she tumbled down on top of Jessica. Jenny scrambled to her feet, mortified she may have hurt Jessica. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz! Are you okay?” Jessica pulled herself up, still dazed. “I’m okay. I shouldn’t have—“ Jessica fell silent, mesmerized by the same spell now compelling every eyeball in the place; Jenny in a wet shirt. The wet material almost vanished, revealing every single detail and lacy frill of her bra. It was glued to her like a second skin, sucking right up under her round, defiant breasts, culminating in her rock-hard nipples. It was a long, delicious moment before Jenny relished what everyone was staring at. She cupped her breasts, squealing in humiliation and ran for the ladies room. When Jenny emerged an hour later, she seemed more sheepish and embarrassed than when she ran in, for one simple fact; she was no longer wearing panties! All that icy water ran right down her pants, soaking her undies completely. In the privacy of the locked backroom, Jenny stripped off her pants and panties, giving her underwear a good wringing to help dry them faster. Unfortunately, all that wringing stretched her panties out. When Jenny slipped her panties back on, they just slid down her legs, plopping on the cold floor. All she could do was slide on her work pants and stuff her panties into her back pocket. Thin protection though they may have been, Jenny’s panties stopped her tight pants from riding up too far. Now, with nothing but her bare flesh against the tight pants, they squirmed and squeezed into her most private places. The mirror confirmed her fear; she was sporting a shameless camel toe. At long last, Jenny emerged form the bathroom, arms demurely crossed over her impressive chest and perky nipples. She was dismayed to see many of the same customers were still here, waiting for her encore. Shameful over her vulgar display, she begged Mr. Kelly to let her work drive thru instead. He reluctantly agreed, her big blue eyes impossible to deny. Drive thru was easy enough. The only tricky part was actually handing the customers their purchases. The larger trucks that came through forced Jenny to reach way up high on her tippy toes. Her clingy shirt rode up with every reach, displaying her tummy and the small of her back. Her pants continued to ride up and slip deeper and deeper into her. It was making her all fidgety and antsy. She was shaving trouble focusing on anything but that constant pressure and rubbing. Jenny glanced around… Jessica was busy with customers up front. Mr. Kelly was busy in the stock room. No one in the drive thru… this was her chance. She thrust her right hand down the front of her pants, and tried to push her fly and inseam out of her naughty place. It was moist down there… surely just water leftover from the ice accident? The relief from the pressure was instant and gratifying. Jenny pulled her hand free—and heard an distinct “pop”. She just blew the button off the front of her pants! The pants yawned open, holding only by the friction of the zipper. Jenny’s heart jumped in her throat at the sight oh her own neatly trimmed blond muff peeking out into the daylight. Her mind raced… “what do I do? What do I do?!” DING! Someone pulled into the drive thru. Jenny took the order in a state of shock. Luckily it wasn’t one of those trucks. Just a little Mini Cooper. Jenny carefully gathered the order, keeping her tush facing towards the front and the dining room. Four coffees, one decaf, two creams, three sugars… Jenny leaned out the drive thru window with four coffees in a cardboard rack. The customer was an older woman, more interested in her cell phone call than accepting the coffees. Plus she pulled in too far from the window. Jenny leaned out further and further… She could feel her pants slide down just a little. She was anxiously wondering if her butt crack was starting to show, when-- Her sneaker slipped on the tile floor! Jenny fell forward, her legs flying up into the air! It was only by spreading her legs that she stopped herself from falling out the window completely. Jenny clutched at the coffees, somehow not dropping them. She was dangling upside down, half out the window, struggling to not fall. With all the wiggling and struggling her shirt was falling down, exposing her peach bra to the world. Unfortunately, that lacy bra wasn’t made for extreme sports, and Jenny’s plump breasts slipped out of their DD cups, resting on her chin. The only thing Jenny’s poor polo shirt was covering now was her beet red face. “Don’t worry! I got you!” It was Jessica! The smaller girl grabbed Jenny by her—by her waistband—and pulled! “No! No no no!” It was too late! Jessica tried to pull Jenny back inside, but inside, shucked Jenny’s black pants all the way to her ankles! Jenny’s bare behind and neatly manicured bush were on display, front and center, and the drive thru window. The customer was mortified. Passing traffic screeched to a halt. The only thing moving was Jenny’s quivering butt and thighs and she struggled to right herself. “Oh my god! Jenny, where’s your underwear!?” “I-I.. in my pocket. Help meeee!” Jessica’s face was mere inches from Jenny’s exposed, pristine sex. Shocked by the weirdness of the predicament, she had no choice but to grab Jenny by her toned naked thighs and pull her back with all her might. Jenny was slowly wiggled her way inside… Until her bra snagged on the window. Her polo shirt still draped over her head, Jenny had no idea what was happening, not until she felt the tug on her bra and the SNAP as it gave way. Jenny’s full perfect breast exploded out of the lacy bra, trembling and jiggling and she struggled to stand up. She had be stripped completely and utterly nude form her ankles to her neck Every person in the place drank in the sublime form of her goddess-like physique, and the tingling humiliation and her accidental exposure. Jenny at last handed over the coffee to Jessica, and attempted to flee the Dip’n Donuts. The flawless flesh of her breasts and buttocks trembled and danced with her mincing steps, her ankles still tangled in her pants. Fumbling, she tugged down her polo shirt and broken bra, and hiked back up her work pants. As much as they would allow. And she dashed away from her stunned audience. Jessica looking down, realizing she was clutching something—a small wad of satin fabric. Jenny’s panties, from her back pocket. Face flushed and body shaking, Jenny fled to the sanctuary of her car, never looking back. Once again, she had managed to completely humiliate herself in public. For all her modesty and chastity, she had gone and paraded herself, revealed her most private places in spite of herself. Chapter 2 – Ice Creamed The shameful humiliation at the Dip’N Donuts confined Jenny to the modest solace of her bedroom for a few days, but the shame soon became eclipsed by her need for money. She found an ad for ice cream truck drivers in the local Pennysaver. It didn’t sound like a great job, but it meant fresh air and it paid cash. Jenny arrived at the truck depot bright and early for her interview. It was chilly that morning, so she wore a baggy old pair of jeans and a hockey jersey over a green tank top. After a curt interview with a disinterested old crone, Jenny found herself behind the wheel of a gaudy ice cream truck older than she was. It had a creaking suspension, , antiquated freezers, and loud, tinny music. The temperamental gear shift, topped with a 8 ball, took every ounce of Jenny’s strength to shift. Jenny’s “beat” was Pinelawn, a middle of the middle class development. As Jenny came cruising into the development late morning, the day was getting hot. Really hot. And humid. The ice cream freezers may have kept the treats cold, but it made the rest of the truck even hotter. She was starting to sweat like a pig. Jenny pulled down a side street and parked. She stripped off the hockey jersey and threw it in hew handbag. She found a pair of tiny scissors in her bag, and contemplated her jeans. They were old and comfy, but right now they were making her feel all gross and stuffy. The might make a cute pair of cut-offs. Jenny considered taking the jeans off to make it easier to cut them, but the idea of being in this truck in just her panties and a tank top… so soon after the very public clothing mishap –er, mishaps at the Dip‘N Donut… Jenny gingerly made the first cut, at mid-thigh, and worked her way around the leg. “There, not so hard.” She moved to her left leg and repeated the process. She was pretty satisfied until she realized, “Rats! The left leg is shorter!” She set to work hemming the right leg to match, but it was tricky from the angle, especially in the back. Too late she realized, “Dang it! Now the right is shorter!” More snipping, tugging, hemming, but still, “Ah come on! Still uneven!?”: Snip snip snip… It was only when Jenny noticed her pockets hanging out the hems of her tattered cutoffs did she realize, “Oh no! I cut them too much!” Indeed, what had, mere minutes ago, been modest cutoffs, now were becoming scandalously short. Standing up, her butt cheeks were only just barely covered. “Oh NO! What did I do?!” Jenny tugged at the cutoffs, but the truth was unavoidable; she had just turned her modest, unflattering jeans into itty bitty short shorts. “Well, at least they’re not too tight,” she sighed. Indeed, the cutoffs didn’t hug her tushie like true Daisy Dukes, but what she failed to appreciate was that her leg holes were very very loose, and they hung low on her hips. Her bikini-cut hot pink Victoria’s Secret panties peeked out the top just a bit if she leaned a certain way. Not that she realized that. Undeterred, she quickly cleaned up the mess and hopped back in the driver’s seat. Time to sell some ice cream! Stanley hated that damn ice cream man. Lousy kids always dragging him out of the air conditioning to spend way to much for what the already had in the freezer. At least it was a moment of peace from his harpy of a wife, Gertrude. He sulked over to the truck, ready to empty his wallet to whatever greasy troll was driving today, when a most astounding sight befell him. A gorgeous young blonde, with the face of an angel and the body of a temptress appeared in the window of that ice cream truck. “What can I get for you?” she said, all perky. She scrunched her nose when she said it, and raised her shoulders, just a bit, making her wondrous, gravity-defying breasts jiggle just a bit. His son and daughter chirped out their orders, and she turned around and bent over to fish the ice cream out of the freezer. That ass, that round, perfect ass! Scarcely covered in those shorts, and just a foot from Stanley’s bulging eyes. And when she bent over… oh dear Lord! The little ribbon of denim between her legs did almost nothing to hide her bright pink silky panties from his lusting eyes! He could see everything, down to the fine lace detailing, the subtle bulge of her most treasure, most private place. Were those a few curls of blonde hair peeking out? My God! A Natural! She turned around and handed his kids their treats with a wide, wholesome smile. Stanley got his own treat; a perfect view down her tank top. Round, youthful breasts, trembling at her every vivacious gesture, wrapped in a matching hot pink bra. Perfect cleavage, flawless, creamy skin. A dozen or so neighborhood kids had gathered around the truck. They had no money, of course, but their lust for ice cream matched his lust for sweet blonde perfection. “Uh, hey kids! Ice cream is on me!” A chorus of cheers went up. It was a small price for Stanley to pay to watch this goddess bend, stretch, and arch that stunning body of hers. “Aren’t you a sweetheart! Buying those kids ice cream!” She purred. Stanley was too awestruck to speak. Too bad his wife wasn’t… “STANLEY!” howled Gertrude, knocking him out of his spell. That miserable harpy must have sensed he was having a rare moment of happiness. He slinked back to his miserable life. Jenny sorted all the cashed and took stock, blissfully unaware at how much that “sweet” gentleman had seen of her natural charms. She actually just sold out of a few items! Jenny stepped out of the ice cream truck with a grease pencil to X out the sold-out items. Stanley escaped his wife’s soul-crushing grip long enough to take one last longing peak out his living room window. The blonde beauty was now standing on his lawn, marking the menu. A wicked idea popped into his head… The sun was just brutal, beating down on Jenny. What a scorcher! There was a peculiar hissing sound behind Jenny, and then a jet of ICE COLD WATER blasted her right in the butt! “Eeeeek!” Jenny spun around to discover the lawn’s automatic sprinkler system just kicked on. At first she leapt out of the way of the water, but she realized that water actually felt pretty nice! Her tank top way dark, too, so she wasn’t in any risk of repeating her wet T shirt show form the Dip’N Donut. Jenny timidly stepped in the way of the next stream of water. “Ooooh, that feels so GOOD!” She pranced between the jets, childlike and oblivious to the erotic display she was putting on. Yes, her tank top didn’t become transparent, but it did cling to her now like it was painted on. The water also made her cutoffs heavier, forcing them to ride lower, leaving the lacy waistband of her pink panties on display. Stanley watched the dreamlike display, dizzy with lust. That sprinkler system was worth every penny. “Stanley! There’s some bimbo on the lawn! Get her outta my yard!” Damn that woman. Jenny was drenched but refreshed, but the inside of that truck was hotter and stuffier than ever. She climbed back into the ice cream truck, ready to resume her route, when that nice dad came up to her window again. “Hi! Come back for more?” “Y-yes!” Stanley’s mind raced for a plan. “Uh, I see you’re out of Chipwiches. Are you sure you don’t have any more.” “No, we sold out.” “Are you sure? My son really really wants one. Another one.” His son wasn’t even out there with him any more, but this girl didn’t seem too shrewd. “Maybe there’s one more? Hiding down at the bottom? My poor son, he really wants it!” She was falling for it! He could see it in her eyes! She opened the freezer and reached in… reached way in. All the way to the bottom, sorting through the heaps of frozen treats. The cold air in the freezer felt sooo refreshing. Her tummy and breasts pressed against the frosty freezer wall, sending shivers down her body. She took her time, letting the refrigerated air cool her wet skin. Meanwhile, Stanley was leaning in close, his nose mere inches from her unturned backside. As before, the cutoffs offered little coverage of Jenny’s panties and her most intimate spot, but now… oh but now, those panties were soaking wet. They clung to the delicate blossom of Jenny’s pussy, revealing every detail, even the faint shadow of a cleft right down the middle, and the tiny bud of her clitoris. Why didn’t he bring a camera?! He leaned in even closer, and inhaled deeply… “Oh! I found one!” Jenny exclaimed, from inside the freezer. She leaned back to stand up—but couldn’t! She tried again, but nothing. She was stuck fast, and Jenny realized; her shirt was frozen to the wall of the freezer! Jenny began to fidget and squirm. She reached a arm out and handed Stanley the cookiewich. “Um, there ya go!” “What do I owe you?” Stanley was still hypnotized by Jenny’s shifting butt and rubbing thighs. “Oh, it’s on the house! Have a nice day!” The blonde bombshell called from inside the freezer. Something was wrong… why wasn’t she standing up? “But, please! Let me pay you!” “No no no! You’re such a good customer! It’s free!” Jenny was getting desperate—and cold! “Please! I insist—“ “STANLEY!” Gertrude howled from the house. Damn that woman! He reluctantly pried his horny gaze from the Most Perfect Ass in the world to go placate that harpy. It seemed like he left, but Jenny wasn’t sure. Deep breath, now or never… Jenny yanked the tank top up and over her head… Her bra was frozen too! In full panic now, she reached back and unhooked her bra, at last pulling free. Jenny stood up, free but now completely topless. She rubbed some warmth back into her chilly boobs, and peered around, making sure she was alone. She wasn’t! One little kid was watching her, peeking in the window wide-eyed. “HEY!” She cupped her breast, crimson faced. The boy scurried away, giggling. Jenny had bigger problems… Gertrude was stomping towards the ice cream truck, scowl on her face and rolling pin in hand. “Oh my GOSH!” Jenny recoiled in pure terror, right into the gear shift. It goosed her right between the butt checks, shocking her off her feet. She fell backwards, and the nosey gearshift slipped right up her shorts. Jenny landed squarely on her tush, with the gearshift sticking up from the waistband of her cutoffs. If there was one way to look more lewd and perverted while topless in a family neighborhood, she just found it. She struggled and fought to stand back up, but the gear shift kept her from getting her footing. Time was running short… Jenny unbuttoned her cutoffs, and swiftly wiggled her way out of them. She leapt to her feet, now completely naked except for a pair of sopping-wet hot pink bikini-cut panties. And there was Gertrude— “You filthy SLUT!” the witch screamed! Jenny nearly jumped out of her very exposed skin! Gertrude leaned in the truck window and clawed at Jenny, catching a fistful of wet panty. “No! Let go! That’s my underwear!!” Jenny squealed. Gertrude yanked and tugged like an angry dog, exposing Jenny’s elegant little tuft of honey blonde bush. “You nasty skank! What are you, a prostitute?!” Gertrude yanked harder and harder. “Stop it! You’re going to rip it!” Jenny clutched and tugged, clenching her nude thighs in a effort to hold on to her last stitch of clothing. “Oh yeah?!” Gertrude yanked with all her might, and RIIIIP! Jenny’s poor pink panties tore apart! Nude, mortified and terrified, Jenny tumbled into the driver’s seat. The hot vinyl burned her bare tushie. She started the engine and slammed it into gear. The ice cream truck peeled out and raced down the block at its top sped; 20 miles per hour. The winding suburban streets forced Jenny to keep shifting, which mean no hand free to cover her naked tits as they jiggled and bobbed. And she had no idea how to shut off that damn music, so after a block or two, she had a dozen ravenous children chasing her! “Ice cream! Ice cream! ICE CREAM!!!” “Oh NO!” There was a stop sign coming up! She had no choice but to slow down. The children were gaining on her! I freckle-faced boy appeared in the window next to her! “She’s NAKED! She’s naked! She’s naked!” Jenny scooped up her tits defensively, but that meant she couldn’t shift out of first gear. With her legs clenched so tightly, she could barely work the pedals. By now there was a pack of screaming laughing children trailing behind her, chanting “Naked! Naked! Naked!” And the chanting meant that soon there were teenage boys and young men on bicycles joining the chase! “Eeeek! No!” Jenny squealed. The streets behind her were swarmed with gawking young boys, eagerly catching glimpses of the nude beauty behind the wheel. She uncapped her firm round breasts to finally get the clunky ice cream truck into second gear. She vainly tried to snatch back her cutoff shorts, but doing so let the truck slow down, and gave the horny horde behind her more peeps at her nude body. The boys held up cell phones, hoping to snap pictures of the Godiva-esque beauty behind the wheel. “Go away! Go away you awful boys!” At last Jenny saw her salvation; a highway on ramp. She took the turn on squealing tires, and sighed in relief as the mobs of leering men fell away. When she regained her wits, she found a quiet empty parking lot, reclaimed her shorts, and scraped her poor from bra and short from the freezer. Jenny returned the ice cream truck without telling her supervisor, and slinked away, once again humiliated and jobless. Chapter 3 – Fun & Games A few days later, Jenny managed to find a job at a local amusement center called the Funplex. Mostly arcade games, skeeball, batting cages and that sort of thing. She had been there once or twice on dates… although one occasion did end with her bottomless on the miniature golf course. But that was a while ago. Surely no one would remember her! Jenny’s supervisor was a nerdy little kid named Doug, a year young and head shorter than her. Doug was socially awkward at the best of times, but in front of this buxom blonde sweetheart, he was positively gob-smacked. He set her up with the standard issue uniform; a referee shirt and shorts made from jersey material. Jenny slipped into the small ladies room to change and locked the door. Unlike the tragic uniform at the donut shop, these clothes weren’t too small. The shorts were loose and breezy and came down to her knees. The V-neck referee shirt was nice and loose. Jenny was happy for the added material to hide her eye-catching bosoms. Jenny took a look at herself in the mirror. Her lime green shirt looked tacky under the ref shirt, so she slipped it off. She had on a sports bra underneath, which somehow felt more modest than her usual lacy bras. White knee socks and a pony tail completed the look. The referee jersey was so loose, it sorta made Jenny look frumpy. As shy as she was about her curvaceous body, Jenny was proud of her svelt waist and flat tummy. She tucked the jersey into the waistband of her shorts. Much better! The job was easy enough. Pick up random litter around the arcade. Keep kids from cheating at skeeball. Cash in tickets for cheap prizes. Doug told her Jenny could take one free snack from the snack bar per shift, so on her break, Jenny helped herself to a fruit Popsicle. Jenny relaxed in the corner of the snack bar, nibbling, licking and sucking on her pink fruity treat. So naïve, so innocent, she had no idea the spectacle she was performing. Every father and teenage boy was slyly keeping an eye on young Jenny, fellating the pop with earnest enthusiasm. And every one of those eyes popped from its socket when the Popsicle broke from the stick and plopped down the V-neck of Jenny’s jersey. “Oooooh!” she cried, feeling the sugary melt water wash between her tits. Jenny shoved her hand down the neck of her jersey, into her sports bra. She was completely oblivious to where she was, and all the horny eyes locked on her performance. All she cared about was retrieving that rascally chunk of ice. Jenny’s cleavage wobbled and swelled as she grasped for the Popsicle. It slipped through her fingers, out the bottom of her bra, and down her belly, caught at the elastic waistband of her shorts. “Ahh! So cold!!” she shivered. Jenny pulled her hand out from between her wet breasts and fumbled with her waistband. Once again the Popsicle eluded her, plummeting right into her crotch! She squirmed in her seat, the Popsicle melting between her thighs. “Darn it! Come here, you!” Clueless to her display, she brusquely thrust her hand up the leg of her shorts, revealing an expanse of bare thigh, and finally, the virginal white crotch of her panties. Jenny fumbled and fished around her crotch and butt, unaware of the dozens of gawking men and boys. At last she plucked out the offending icy treat, and held it up victoriously. Doug, one of Jenny’s audience, snapped out of his spell and shyly approached her. “Jenny, I need you to clear a jam in the ball pitcher on cage 7.” “Okay! …uh, how do I do that?” “Well, uh, you just unplug the machine, pull out the ball, and um, plug the machine back in.” “Okay, no problem, boss!” Jenny bounced off. Doug was starting to realize he knew this girl. She was a senior when he was a freshman in high school, and she was something of a legend. She was as smoking hot back then as she was now, but she was a klutz, and always falling out of clothes and embarrassing herself. The girls always complained that she was a slut or some kind of deviant exhibitionist, but Doug wasn’t so sure. While he had admired this gorgeous goddess in the hallways, and even caught a well-remembered view of her green panties up her skirt when she tripped up some stairs, Doug never got to see one of her legendary wardrobe malfunctions. He had heard about her losing her bottoms during a cheerleading routine at homecoming, and flashing the whole audience at graduation, and losing her gown right down to her panties and garters at senior prom, but he never got to see any of that. If this bombshell was who he though she was, today might be his chance to change all that. He quietly followed her out to the batting cages to see… Jenny found a handful of teenage boys impatiently waiting for her to get the pitching machine back up and running. They watched, mouths watering, as this busty hottie unplugged the pitching machine and inspected it. The boys watched wordlessly as Jenny unwittingly gave then a long linger peek down her jersey at her cleavage and overstuffed bra. “Ah! There’s a ball jammed in there! I see it!” Jenny laid down on the ground and scooted underneath the machine. Her baggy shorts fell away, giving the boys glimpses of her white panties and bubble-shaped ass cheeks. Doug watches from afar as Jenny liberated the jammed ball, wiggled out from under the machine, and plugged it back in. Damn! Maybe this wasn’t the Jenny of legend after all… Jenny cheerfully bounced her way back to the main arcade when she sort of… jumped. And twitched. She clutched her tushy and her boobies, her face awash in panic. She broke into a spastic yet somehow sexy dash for the ladies room. Jenny flew inside and locked the door. She lifted her jersey to see half a dozen ants zigzagging across her bare tummy. “Oh no! Th-they must be attracted to the sugar from that popsicle!” Jenny double checked the door was locked, then stripped all the way down, nude but for her socks and sneakers. She felt the all-too familiar butterflies in her tummy, embarrassed beyond words that someone might burst in and catch her bare nude in a public ladies room! Jenny quickly hand washed her panties and bra first, and placed them on the hand dryer to dry. She quickly brushed away the last of the frisky ants, and turned her attention to washing the jersey and shorts. Then she smelled… smoke? Her bra and panties were on FIRE! She screamed and quickly whisked her flaming undergarments to the sink before they set of the smoke alarms. But it was too late; her bra and panties were destroyed! “Jenny? A-are you okay in there?” It was Doug, her boss! “Y-yes sir. I’ll be right out!” What could she do? Jenny disposed of her destroyed underwear and put back on the shorts and jersey, still wet from washing. Looking in the mirror, it seemed okay. The top seemed baggy enough, although the cool wet cloth made her nipples all pokey. The shorts were heavier wet, and sunk lower on her hips. And she couldn’t help but feel every draft against her naked kitty. Jenny gulped, took a deep breath, and headed back to the arcade. Doug watched Jenny emerge from the ladies room and walk out onto the floor. Oh my god! He thought. Her tits! They’re bouncing all over the place! And her nipples! Just sticking out like that! S-she’s not wearing a bra! Doug deftly snuck into the ladies room. The smell of smoke still lingered. He checked the trash and found the burned bra and panties. Dear lord, she’s not wearing panties either?! A father watched, half-interested as his son and his pal played air hockey, then something caught his eye. A vision of pure, innocent sexuality, poured into the hourglass curves of a blonde goddess, came strolling his way. Flawless skin, pouty lips and warm, vulnerable eyes. Her breasts, her spectacular, gravity-defying breasts swayed and bounced, unhindered by any bra, and capped by two excited nipples. His mind raced, and a plan formed. He took out his cell phone and shoved it into the goal on the air hockey table. The game ground to a halt. “Dad, what the hell?” “Shut up son. Oh miss! Miss?” “Yes? What can I do for you, sir?” “Darndest thing, my cell phone just fell into the goal here and I can’t reach it.” “Oh, no problem. I have very small hands” Jenny leaned over the air hockey table peering into the goal. The boys were annoyed at having their game interrupted, but for dad, the game had just started. He angled himself for the best view down that top. The light passed right through the thin jersey, backlighting the most perfect breast God had ever created. The taut nipple, no bra indeed! The breast moved as only a young, natural breast could. “Got it!” Jenny pulled the cell phone free, and the table whirred back to life. The sudden blast of air whipped her jersey right up to her armpits, exposing her mesmerizing DD breasts to the entire arcade! “Boobies!” the boys laughed. Jenny shrieked in horror and pulled her uniform back into place. She handed the grinning father his phone and fled, humiliated. Doug’s eyes went wide at the sudden display. It IS her! And today he’s finally going to get to see one of her legendary mishaps up close and personal. Jenny had gone and done it again! She’s so sensitive, so self-conscious about those big boobs of hers. She doesn’t even like wearing a swimsuit in public, but now Jenny has gone and flashed her bare boobies to the world. How humiliating! Jenny tried her best to support her jiggling breasts as she dashed away, but the jersey material was merciless against her sensitive nipples. The feeling of the cool air conditioning against her nude body, hidden only by this thin pair of shorts and shirt. She wore more clothing than this to bed! She stumbled her way in a flushed daze to the Junior park, where it seemed mostly like moms and grandmas with their kids. An elderly woman approached Jenny. “My grandson lots his shoe in those tunnel thingamajigs. Could you get it back for me?” She gestured to a twisting, curling maze of plastic tunnels, like a hamster run for kids. Jenny got down on all fours and wormed her way into the nearest entrance. It was a cramped fit, especially around her chest and hips, but she was quite glad for the moment of privacy from the crowds. The jersey continued to tease and rub her poor, tingling nipples. After many twists and confusing turns, she at last retrieved the missing sneaker. “Now, to find my way out!” The first exit she came upon was a slide. It was far too narrow for he to turn around, so head first it was. Just as she took the plunge, something snagged Jenny’s shorts! A loose bolt, a crack in the plastic, she would never know for sure, but whatever it was, it shucked her shorts down to her ankles in a flash! “Oh my gosh!” She bucked and twisted, trying to reach back to unsnag her shorts, but the tunnel was just too narrow. Her naked ass pressed and rubbed against the walls of the tube. Her boss Doug appeared at the mouth of the slide. “Jenny, are you okay in there?” “I… yes. I’m okay” she said meekly. If she asked Doug for help, he would just crawl up behind her and see her bare naked private parts, not even a pair of panties to protect her modesty. Jenny had no choice. She knew the jersey was long enough to cover her tushie and trimmed blonde bush. Maybe she could get to her street clothes in the employee lounge…. With great anxiety and reluctance, Jenny pulled her feet free of her shorts, and slid down. She crashed right into Doug, knocked his legs out from under him. The young man was stunned by the sensation of full breasts pressed against his legs. Jenny quickly jumped to her feet, tugging down her jersey. She felt so naked, so vulnerable. Every breeze over her innocent sex was a sobering reminder that she was a hair’s breadth away from public humiliation. While the jersey was long enough to cover her pussy and butt, the long lovely expanse of thigh she was now displaying told Doug her shorts were missing! “Doug, um, sir? Can I take a quick break? I—“ “Jenny, you just had a break 40 minutes ago. Why do you need another one now?” Jenny shyly tugged at her jersey, anxiously rubbing her bare thighs together. What could she say? That in those 40 minutes, she had lost her bra, her panties, her shorts, and had just flashed her bare boobies to some strange man and countless others? The truth may have gotten her mercy from her boss, but she was just too humiliated to say it. “No reason, I guess” she whimpered. Jenny just prayed she could keep her modesty long enough to sneak back to the break room to slip into some clothes. “Good. Um, cage 7 has another stuck ball. You did a great job with it last time. Think you can handle it again?” “Yes sir.” Jenny minced away, taking short, nervous strides. As she nervously tugged at her jersey, it hugged the round contours of her bare ass. Doug followed her discretely, marveling that this goddess of a blonde really could be naked under that simple jersey. It was a gorgeous sunny day outside, and the place was more crowded than ever. Although Jenny’s state of undress may have gone unnoticed inside, in the sunlight her jersey became translucent. Doug was having a hard time keeping up, with his growing erection. The sun was showing every detail and curve of her flawless silhouette. The flexing of her cheeks as she walked. The gentle sway of her breasts, the shadows they cast over her belly. Even the shadows of her excited pink nipples. Doug knew the effect sunlight had on these uniforms. Jenny wasn’t the first girl at the Funplex to show off more than she intended when she stepped out into the sunshine. However, she was the first girl at Funplex to walk out in the sunshine in nothing but the jersey! Jenny crept along timidly. If people didn’t know she was bottomless under that jersey, her body language said it all. Hunched over, back arched, hands clutching at the shirt tails against the mischievous wind. Doug wasn’t the only person to notice. Hushed whispers and snickers washed through the crowds of teenagers and young men. A couple got their camera phones out. If poor spacy Jenny had any clue how many people were scrutinizing and lusting every gesture of her nigh-naked body, she would have fled the scene there and then. Batting cage 7 was empty at the moment, which Doug knew. He also knew there was nothing wrong with the pitching machine; he just wanted to get Jenny outside. Jenny approached the machine, peering in the chute, careful to keep the jersey tugged down over her tush. But Doug realized- she never unplugged the machine! Exposing her body was one thing, but he certainly didn’t want her hurt! “Jenny, wait-!!” Jenny turned to see who was calling her name. The tail of her jersey caught in the spinning flywheel. In the blink of an eye, her once-billowy jersey pulled skin tight, smooching her tits into massive cleavage! “W-what’s happening?! Oh nooooo!” Jenny wiggled and squirmed in her skintight shirt and it drew tight and tighter. And then, right at the bottom of the V-neck, a RIP formed! The all-too familiar sound of tearing fabric! It split open 4 inches, letting Jenny’s young firm tits spill out! She instinctively cupped them, trying to hide her pointed nipples from the hundreds of eyes. The relentless flywheel yanked the jersey down, off her shoulders, pinning her elbows to her side. The rip slowly spread down her belly like a burning fuse, past her ribs, past her belly button. The jersey gave way, revealing the first wisp of blonde hair. Jenny defensively clutched her tits, but she couldn’t cover them and her kitty all at once. “Noo! Don’t look!” Just an inch of jersey left before Jenny was fully exposed and helpless before the gathered mob… and the flywheel stopped! Doug pulled the plug! Doug leapt in from of her, trying to shield her perfect body from a hundred ravaging eyes and cameras. In his haste to be chivalrous, Doug forgot his aching erection, tenting out his shorts. Waves of laughter swept the crowd. The only one who couldn’t see Doug’s rigid lust was Jenny herself. She clutched him close to her body, using him to shield her shameful exposure. Jenny pulled him tight against her, pressing her plump, firm breasts into the shorter man’s shoulders and neck. Her arms wrapped desperately around his stomach and chest, pulling him flush to her naked body. Her sweet breath and whimpers of utter humiliation, right in his ear. Jenny writhed and wiggled, trying to find shelter and modesty from the hundreds of lustful eyes. Her nervous hands rushed all over Doug- until she brushed against something… hard? And protruding? She gave it a quizzical squeeze… Once again, Jenny grossly underestimated the effect she has on men. Doug’s body shuddered, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his knees buckled. Jenny looked down and realized she had Doug groped Doug hard-on through his shorts! “Ewwww!” Disgusted and horrified, she pulled her hands away, releasing Doug. He slowly crumpled the ground, once again revealing Jenny’s nude titties. A wave of cheers and applause! Jenny was still stuck against the pitching machine by the remains of her jersey. It was either give up the last of her jersey, exposing her kitty to the world (again) or stay stuck there and wallow in utter humiliation. Gathering her nerve, Jenny let go of her boobs, grabbed the jersey and RIPPED it apart, at last exposing her trim little pussy to the gawking mob. Reduced to her knee socks and sneakers. She ran, ran as best she could while trying to shield her jiggling, statuesque body. The crowd was thick, and dozens of rude, exploring hands pinched, squeezed, and groped her soft, blushing flesh. Covering her tits left Jenny’s ample backside open to slaps and naughty pokes. Protecting her tushie and kitty meant her boobs were stroked and tender nipples pinched without shame or mercy. At last she broke free of the mob, her skin electrified with rude handling and humiliation. Jenny burst into through the doors of the arcade and dashed a bouncing naked streak through the video games and speechless teenagers. A crowd of horny ogling men trailed behind her. She flew through the inconspicuous door marked “Employees Only”, and rushed to the lounge. Already there was a chant of “More! More! More” from the arcade. Two wide-eyed coworkers watched, speechless as the “new girl” ran into the lounge, completely nude save for her shoes and socks, pulled on shorts and a shirt from her bag, and dashed out the fire entrance. Jenny managed to slink to her car, unnoticed by the excited crowds, and slip away from the Funplex, never to go there again.

Jenny and the Boys School Author: Bernanke41 Summary: Jenny becomes a new teacher After her problems as both a gym and sex education teacher, Jenny set out to regain her dignity while attempting to remain in the teaching field. Not only did she love dealing with children, (no matter how many times it seemed to blow up in her face), but she desperately needed the money. She was determined to gain attention for her teaching skills, not just for her pretty face and gorgeous body. Jenny finally landed a job as an aid at the Springwood Boys Middle School. This she felt was a great opportunity in that it was a well funded school, and if she were able to somehow land a full-time position she would be in great shape. Because of this, Jenny dealt with the marginal tasks she was asked to complete such as making copies and fetching coffee without complaint. She did it all with a smile on her face, trying not to ruffle any feathers. The boys in the school all loved her as well, though she didn’t realize that they felt this way due to the fact that she was the only pretty young woman they saw all day, and not for her prowess as a teacher or for her pleasant demeanor. Because many of the teachers were older, clueless and protected by tenure, the students had less and less respect for their authority. They cut classes, stayed at recess for longer than was permitted, and hung out in the bathrooms.The worst part was that the administrators at Springwood did little to curtail this behavior, thus undermining their teachers’ credibility.Instead they kept everything as quiet as possible so as to not upset the parents and the alumni.Though these groups continued to pour the money in, experience told the headmaster Mr. Pemberthy that they did not respond well to their boys being berated or punished. So students at Springwood had more liberties than ever before. One class that was continuing to spiral out of control had been Ms. Lincoln’s 7th grade class, to the point where Ms. Lincoln offered her resignation. She was a woman of nearly 60 years of age, and no longer needed the splitting headaches associated with teaching 20 mischievous boys. So being the resourceful man that he was, Mr. Pemberthy had an idea that he thought would stimulate interest again among the students, as well as give the rest of the faculty a much needed thrill or two. He offered Ms. Lincoln’s job to the pure, innocent aid known to all as Jenny. “Oh, Mr. Pemberthy, I’d love to! Thank you so much! I promise you that I’ll work hard and uphold the sanctity of this institution,” replied Jenny. “Uh… I’m sure you will Jenny. Just sign this contract, and you’ll be a full-time member of our first-class staff,” offered Mr. Pemberthy. “Be sure to get here a half hour early tomorrow morning and to come see me before school begins.” Jenny awoke the following morning as excited as could be. She was finally on her way to being taken seriously as a teacher. She dressed modestly as usual, wearing a neatly tailored gray pants suit, black pantyhose and modest heels. She wore her hair up as well. “Good morning Mr. Pemberthy,” exclaimed Jenny, as she entered the front office. “Hiya Jenny. You’re right on time. Don’t you look nice today.Why don’t you go in the other room and change into the uniform I have for you laying on the desk, and I’ll be along shortly,” said Mr. Pemberthy. “UUUniform? But I’m already dressed? Can’t I just wear what I have on?” “Sorry Jenny. Part of the contract you signed was the agreement to wear a uniform.” “It was? I guess I didn’t read the whole thing,” replied Jenny, now convincing herself that wearing a uniform wasn’t the worst thing in the world. But as she stepped into Mr. Pemberthy’s office, her thoughts changed immediately. There was no way she was going to wear what was laying on that table. All she saw was a tiny pink thong, black thigh-high stockings, pink opera gloves, black strappy heels, and some white nylon rope which she deciphered had been misplaced. “Jenny, do you like your outfit? I picked it out myself,” said middle school president Mr. James upon entering the office. “Um, not really Mr. James. I don’t understand why I have to wear this. All of the other teachers dress professionally. Why do I have to dress like a lap dancer?” asked Jenny. “Just think of yourself as helping shape young minds, Jenny. We feel you’re the key to the future of this school, and the new direction that we’re headed in the new millenium. The other teachers don’t have your talent. This is a new program, and we want you to be at the center of it. Besides, you said you do need the money, and the job market doesn’t exactly provide too many alternatives. By signing the contract, you’ve agreed to do what is stated. Please don’t make this into a legal battle. Our institution is highly respected,” replied Mr. Pemberthy. “But all I see is underwear on the table. Isn’t there a dress to go along with it? I don’t even see a bra!” complained Jenny. “Unfortunately, that’s all there is. Why don’t you get changed. Class is going to begin soon,” answered Mr. James. “The boys in Ms. Lincoln’s class have been disinterested in learning all year. We have been given carte blanche to do what is necessary to make learning a priority in this school. Right now hanging out in the bathroom and disrupting class has been the priority for most of our students. And until that changes, we’d like to continue to implement this program. Now, we’ll give you some privacy, and you just give us a holler when you’re done,” added Mr. Pemberthy. With that, Jenny reluctantly began disrobing. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind in her pursuit of teaching excellence, but for some reason Mr. Pemberthy and Mr. James had made her to feel important and part of a cause. And of course, her weakness for kids weighed on her mind. “Mr. Pemberthy, I’m dressed, or at least wearing everything that was provided,” offered Jenny, clearly shaken at her near nakedness in front of the men. “Well, everything but this rope. I obviously didn’t think that was part of the uniform.” “Oh, but it is Jenny,” said Mr. Pemberthy, nearly keeling over as he entered to find a stunning woman wearing nothing but a thong, opera gloves, stockings and heels. “The rope must be used to tie your arms. We don’t want you covering up. That could cause this whole program to fail, as well as you to lose your job. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?” “Of course not. But isn’t there some other way? I mean, I promise I won’t cover up,” answered Jenny, now unknowingly covering both of her unclothed globes. “But you’re hiding yourself right now! I’m afraid we’ll have to proceed as planned. But not to worry- we’re going to monitor the success of this program based on how it was initially worked up. Then we’ll make adjustments where applicable later. Now, let’s get you fixed up. School starts in 10 minutes.” Jenny’s arms were then quickly bound tightly behind her at the wrist and elbow. Her flexibility allowed her elbows to touch behind her back, and in doing so further accented her full, soft breasts. She was now in ‘uniform’. After Mr. Pemberthy tied off the last knot, he allowed his hands to wander a bit over Jenny’s helpless body, but retreated before Jenny grew suspicious. She was too busy testing her bonds to notice anyway. Mr. Pemberthy then took Jenny’s arm and lead her to her classroom. Students began to travel to their classes, when they dispersed to opposite sides of the hallway and stared at Jenny and Mr. Pemberthy, (actually only at Jenny), as the pair made their way down the corridor. Boys immediately noticed Jenny’s sultry outfit, but also the fact that it appeared she had no arms as the ropes applied by Mr. Pemberthy served to pull them out of view behind her. A number of hands reached out from either side of Jenny and grabbed a handful of breast, thigh, or ass, thus causing Jenny to wince and Mr. Pemberthy to smile. He made no effort to reprimand anyone. He only wished he could do the same. Finally, Jenny had reached her classroom, only to enter and find 20 boys seated and waiting to learn like they had never before. “Oh, Mr. Pemberthy, I can’t do this,” whispered Jenny. “You saw those boys in the hall. They’re just going to try to touch me, and it’s going to interfere with the lesson.” “Don’t worry Jenny. Just set aside some time at the end of the day for them to touch you.” “But I don’t want them to touch me at all! I only want to teach!!” “Jenny, relax. This is the opportunity you’ve always wanted. Now just let your leadership skills take over and you’ll be fine…” Mr. Pemberthy then abruptly closed the door behind Jenny, and she was now forced to preside over a class of unruly boys while dressed in ridiculously little clothing and tied up…again. “Nice tits teach,” yelled one boy. “Boys, boys. Settle down. My name is Ms. Richards, and I’d like to be treated with the utmost respect, regardless of what I’m wearing,” scolded Jenny. “Can I please have a volunteer to come to the board and help me with today’s exercise?” “Sure, I’ll help you. But first we thought you could come around and introduce yourself to us one at a time. We’d like to get off on the right foot after what happened with Ms. Lincoln,” stated a boy seated in the back wearing a baseball cap backwards, which was of course not part of the school’s dress code! “What a lovely idea,” said Jenny, now figuring that maybe her situation wasn’t all that bad. “Why don’t each of you tell me something about yourself? Won’t that be fun? So what’s your name?” asked Jenny upon approaching the first boy’s desk. “My name is Jeffrey, and I like to collect baseball cards. Ms. Richards, why are you all tied up?” “Because your headmaster thought it would help you to learn. Let’s try to forget about that and focus on everyone getting to know each other. Unless, Jeffrey, you’d like to untie me?” “Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea, especially if the headmaster says it’s alright,” said Jeffrey. “That’s what I figured.” Jenny made her way to the next boy’s desk, and proceeded to lean against it, apparently growing tired of standing with her arms bound. His eyes widened to the point of nearly popping out, ogling every line of Jenny’s figure, which was now only inches from his seat. “I’m Danny, and I like sports cars.” As Danny finished his introduction, he intentionally separated the wobbly front right leg of his desk from the main structure. Jenny, seated against the back left corner, was unable to maintain her balance, and slid directly into Danny’s lap, as well as his outstretched hands! Ostensibly, she was now more than just dressed as a lap dancer. All the other boys began cheering wildly, with Danny seizing the opportunity by running his fingers from Jenny’s shoulder down to her monstrous right breast. With Jenny still unable to recover, Danny continued to trace her stomach as well as the thin silk band that held her tiny pink thong in place.He then caressed her creamy white thighs, to the heavenly crevice where her stocking top and bare thigh met. He marveled at the smoothness of her skin, and at how curvaceous her body was. So curvy that if Jenny’s figure were a road, he figured that even the highest performing car he fancied would be unable to avoid plummeting off a cliff. As Jenny grew more and more frustrated, the fire bell began to blare. Jenny lamented as she couldn’t quite shift her weight to regain her balance with Danny’s hands still pawing away at her. Jenny screamed for Danny to release her, but he appeared to be content to perish in a blaze for the chance to touch her a little more. A couple of boys seated in the back made their way to Danny’s chair to assist Jenny, but she found out their motivation was more out of desire to end Danny’s monopoly of Jenny.They helped Jenny to her feet while they felt her up and stroked her thong-clad ass. Jenny then desperately tried to organize a straight line for the class to make their way out to the courtyard and out of harm’s way. But the class insisted on ‘ladies first’, asking Jenny to lead them outside. Every student groped Jenny on her way to the front of the line. One student even wrapped her up at the waist to aid her in keeping her balance down the stairs with her arms still bound. For this Jenny was grateful, until of course she descended a couple of stairs in advance of the boy and the flimsy material of her thong strained as he gripped her with his hand inside the waistband. It finally gave way and ripped apart, and as the doors to the courtyard were opened, the entire school was treated to a vision that they all thought had to be a dream. Here was a buxom blonde with two visible hairdos, clad in only stockings, heels and gloves, with her arms tied inescapably behind her back, a distressed look on her face, accompanied by 20 giddy 7th graders- one of which still heroically guiding her to safety. “Jenny, nicely done! This is the quickest this class has been organized in quite some time for a fire drill,” exclaimed Mr. Pemberthy. “I knew you could do it!” “Fire drill? Fire drill? I humiliated myself in front of the entire school for a fire drill?” replied Jenny, still in shock over her predicament. “That’s it. I quit. Now if you’ll excuse me…” “Ms. Richards, please don’t leave us!” said a melancholy Jeffrey, peering up into Jenny’s forgiving eyes. “We promise we’ll behave.” “Oh, Jeffrey. I can’t say no to that face. Okay, I’ll stay…” answered Jenny, unable to finish her statement. “Great! Jenny, this is great. We’ve got the local fire department coming in a few minutes, and I told them that you would volunteer and help them communicate fire safety techniques to the school,” interrupted Mr. Pemberthy. “Why am I not surprised?” asked Jenny, conceivably having gained some measure of respect as a teacher through the unlikeliest of ways. Now, if she could only get a similar measure of clothing. Jenny and the Boys School- Part 2 Author: Bernanke41 Summary: Jenny continues in her unusual teaching environment (cont’d from Jenny and the Boys School) Now, if she could only get a similar measure of clothing, Jenny thought. “Teachers, please take your students back inside to your respective classrooms. The fire department will be here soon, and a firefighter will be assigned to each class,” shouted Mr. Pemberthy. “Mr. Pemberthy, perhaps I could get something else to wear before they get here? I don’t want the firemen to see me like this,” whispered Jenny. “Jenny, don’t worry about that. Besides, I’m afraid I don’t have anything additional. I thought you’d at least be able to keep the brief amount of clothing I gave you on your body!” “Well, for some reason that is always a problem for me. Do you think you could at least untie me? You tied my arms so tight, they are starting to go numb...” “Ms. Richards, there you are! Let’s go back inside. C’mon, I’ll help you,” interrupted a fast approaching Jeffrey, now wrapping his right arm around Jenny’s torso and resting his hand across her toned stomach. “Jenny, I’ll catch up to you later,” smiled Mr. Pemberthy as he walked off for some quiet time alone in his office. “But, but…” Jeffrey continued to lead Jenny back into the school, but stopped her abruptly as they reached the base of the stairs. This was the same dreaded staircase that earlier claimed Jenny’s last and only layer of protection from hundreds of pairs of prying eyes. “Ms. Richards, be careful. Why don’t you go in front of me, and I’ll make sure you don’t lose your balance,” offered a sincere Jeffrey. Jenny smiled in approval and began her journey by placing her black three-inch strappy heel on the concrete surface of the first stair. As a result, her long, lithe leg extended outward- revealing the feminine muscles in her right calf created from wearing heels so often.Jeffrey ogled the backs of her thighs, as they slowly yet confidently ascended stair by stair.Jenny then paused two stairs from the top, and Jeffrey, being the caring boy he was, placed his left hand squarely on Jenny’s now bare ass which served to stabilize her body, (or so he rationalized to himself). Surprisingly, Jenny did not seem to mind, until of course Jeffrey’s hand slid down inside her right thigh, which she thought was initiated little in the way of helping her! “I can manage there buster,” scolded Jenny, as she hurdled the final two stairs in rapid succession, leaving her breasts bouncing and swaying from side to side. Jeffrey opened the door to the classroom, and in gentlemanly fashion allowed Jenny to pass through first. She was appalled as she found the rest of the boys either play fighting, tossing paper airplanes, or writing lewd phrases on the blackboard, one of which read, “Miss has got big tits.” Jenny scrambled over to the blackboard with a forlorn look on her face. She nagged the boys to return to their seats, but they were more interested in staring at her than listening. Jenny struggled to grab for an eraser, but with her wrists tied together behind her, she only managed to knock it to the floor. She did, however, succeed in clutching a second eraser, but was unable to wipe away anything on the board because the tight ropes encircling her elbows severely limited her movement. The boys laughed hysterically, which apparently provided them just enough entertainment to agree to return to their seats. Jenny angrily hobbled around her desk, propped herself up, and sat cross-legged in the hopes of hiding some of her nakedness. Although the boys sat mesmerized by her body, Jenny took solace in the fact that they remained calm. “Excuse me, Miss? I’m Lieutenant Joe Douglas, from the Springwood Fire Department,” exclaimed a stocky, gray-bearded man slowly entering Jenny’s classroom. “I’m here to discuss fire safety with the boys. I was told you would be very helpful.” “Hello Lt. Douglas. I’m Jenny Richards. I don’t know how much help I’ll be,…” “Excuse me, Jenny? Can you come out to the hall for a moment,” asked Mr. Pemberthy, peeking his head into the room just behind Lt. Douglas. “I’ve got some good news.” Jenny made her way out to the hallway, and was surprised to see that Mr. Pemberthy had found her some clothing, albeit not much.He unfurled a miniscule white apron that appeared only large enough for a six-year old. It looked more like something worn with a naughty French maid uniform than during home economics class. It covered her pussy, but did not extend south enough to even reach her stocking tops. It did nothing to cover her breasts, or for that matter her ass, unless you count the small knot Mr. Pemberthy tied in back to affix it to her body. In any case, Jenny accepted it and returned to the fire safety discussion. “Okay boys. Let’s get started. It looks like you have a very nice teacher here,” stated Lt. Douglas, trying hard to focus on getting the boys’ attention and not on Jenny and her little apron. “Fires are chemical reactions involving rapid oxidation or burning of fuel. For fire to occur it needs three things- fuel, oxygen and big breasts, er, uh, I mean heat. A chain reaction can then take place when each of these elements is present. If they aren’t then the fire cannot take place, or it will be extinguished if it was previously burning. Yes, young man, you have a question?” “So you’re saying that Ms. Richards’ breasts can start a fire?” asked one boy, resulting in chuckles amongst the class, and a dirty look from Jenny. “How can that happen? Like when you reach out and squeeze them?” added another boy, as well as providing a ‘hands on’ illustration of his question by feeling her globes, sparking a mixture of arousal and disgust in Jenny. “No, haha, you misunderstood me guys. Ms. Richards’ breasts can start fires, just not ones that burn down things,” replied Lt. Douglas. “I beg your pardon? Lieutenant, I don’t think I like how this is going!” said Jenny. “Can we get back to talking about fires?” “Sure, sure. Boys, let me skip ahead a bit and demonstrate to you a very important element in fire safety- the evacuation of elderly and disabled or injured people. Having a floor plan where you are aware of at least two ways out of a given room is of paramount importance. You’ll notice in this room we have the door, and since we are only on the second floor, a window escape is also an alternative. Now Ms. Richards, since you are already in somewhat of a helpless position being all tied-up, I’d like you to volunteer. Now, if you’ll please sit on the desk like you were when I came in, we’ll get started.” “Alright Lt. Douglas.” “Now, boys, what you want to do is approach the person cautiously. Stay as low to the ground as possible, since smoke rises. It is usually dark as well, so you want to kind of feel around in front of you to make certain of your safety, like this.” Lt. Douglas could not help himself, as he proceeded to fondle Jenny from head to toe. As she whimpered erotically and writhed against her ropes, he lifted her with one arm and slung her over his shoulder while supporting her weight with a large hand on her naked, upturned ass. He set her down near the door, (or safety as he called it), but not before he grabbed her innocent flesh a few more times. The students enjoyed this tutorial, but roared in approval when Lt. Douglas suggested that each boy duplicate the technique he just explained. He understood that the boys would not be able to carry her individually, but advised that they should break into groups of two or three to complete the task successfully. This concept was not lost on Jenny. “No they will not! I will not be subjected to any more of this humiliation. They’ll have to make do with what you showed them,” yelled Jenny. “Ms. Richards, I have to say that I’m a bit disappointed. Mr. Pemberthy told me that you’d do anything to help these kids. He said you were a special teacher. Now, why won’t you help us out?” “Help you out? Help you out? This is only my first day as their regular teacher, and already I’ve been either naked, or nearly naked wearing one ridiculous outfit after another. I’ve been tied-up all day, and my arms are aching, but no one seems to care. Instead, every boy in this class, as well as you Lieutenant, has taken the opportunity to touch me. So, I ask you, don’t you think I’ve helped enough for one day?” As Jenny fumed, Mr. Pemberthy returned to the room thanking Lt. Douglas and dismissing the class for the day. He had heard Jenny’s rant, and immediately yet reluctantly cut the ropes that held her arms so tightly behind her for the entire day. Jenny was so relieved to regain use of her hands. He also offered her the business suit she had originally worn that morning, and consoled her for going through so much for the Springwood Boys School. “Jenny, I really, truly appreciate everything you did today. Will you please continue with us tomorrow?” asked Mr. Pemberthy. “Well….I guess so. I don’t really have much choice, but…” answered Jenny. “Remember, come to my office a little early before school starts.” “You mean I’m going to have to dress like this again? I’m going to be tied-up and all that?? I don’t think I want to go through this all over again!” “Jenny, you did great today. And as they say, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I saw some real improvement in the class, which I attribute solely to your presence. I think we’re ahead of schedule. And I’ll try to make sure that the students and other men here don’t take liberties with you like they did today.” “Okay, thanks Mr. Pemberthy. That does make me feel a lot better.” “Oh, and Jenny,” continued Mr. Pemberthy as he began to depart. “I’d like you to start the day tomorrow with that fire evacuation technique that Lt. Douglas wanted the boys to try. See you bright and early!” Jenny and the Boys School- Part 3 Author: Bernanke41 Summary: Jenny continues in her unusual teaching environment (cont’d from Jenny and the Boys School- Part 2) Jenny returned to Springwood after a very eventful first day. Stepping out from her car, Jenny fastened the top button of her black blazer before approaching the front of the building. Again she was dressed very professionally in a black pants suit, but Jenny had a feeling that wouldn’t last long. Arriving a half-hour early per Mr. Pemberthy’s request, Jenny found a seat outside his office to wait for him. She was uneasy- she had hoped she wouldn’t be subjected to more of what she thought was humiliation even though she took the whole ordeal very well. She needed the work, but was forever unable to comprehend the oil-and-water characteristics that she carried with her and that were primarily the cause for her losing her clothing. Those qualities, of course, were her beauty and trusting attitude towards others. “Why hello there Jenny. Good morning to you. Thanks for coming in early again. Why don’t you step inside? I’ve got something new for you to wear today,” stated Mr. Pemberthy, carrying an oversize mug filled with his morning coffee. “Good morning Mr. Pemberthy. Great, I was hoping I wasn’t going to have to be dressed like that again. What is it?” “It’s over on the table in the corner. Let me just send this email, and I’ll take a walk and let you get dressed.” Jenny was again appalled at what Mr. Pemberthy expected her to wear in front of a class full of unruly boys. She saw a pair of black heels, white knee socks, and a red thong shaped like a heart in front. Before Jenny could protest, Mr. Pemberthy quickly exited expecting Jenny to slip into this ‘outfit’. Jenny did so reluctantly- she had done so the day before, so why not continue with what she started? Mr. Pemberthy was extremely aroused as he caught his first glimpse of Jenny. She looked like a school girl with the knee socks, although sans plaid skirt and white blouse. He thought she looked better under the ‘less is more’ theory, and who in their right mind other than Jenny herself would argue that? “Alright, I guess I’m off to my class. I’d like to get there before all the boys have a chance to ogle me,” said Jenny, her breasts bouncing every which way in her haste to leave Mr. Pemberthy’s office. “Oh, Jenny. Wait a moment. Aren’t you forgetting something?” asked Mr. Pemberthy, holding a length of white rope in his hands. “Oh please, not again. I promise I won’t cover up!” “Jenny, you know the deal. Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” explained Mr. Pemberthy, as he strictly tied Jenny’s thin arms behind her. Her tiny forearms swayed from side to side trying to mitigate the effects of the knots, but to no avail. Mr. Pemberthy tried to convince her that her predicament wasn’t all that bad, but Jenny departed before he could finish. She didn’t want to hear it. “Hi Ms. Richards. You look very nice today,” said Brian, looking up at his teacher as she negotiated her way into the classroom. “Can I give you a good morning hug?” “Uh, I’d prefer that you didn’t, but only if you agree to be my assistant for the day helping me with the lesson and in writing on the board. Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind, please erase those naughty phrases you boys wrote about me yesterday.” “Sure no problem,” answered Brian, as he expeditiously did as Jenny asked so he could enjoy his hug as soon as possible. Jenny was startled though, as Brian wrapped his arms around her body, while simultaneously resting his head on Jenny’s ample chest. After a long embrace he slid his fingers down to Jenny’s ass, causing her to feverishly tap at his hands with her bound arms indicating she was not in approval. He obliged and fixed them on her smooth hips, while he started to gently nuzzle her nipples. Jenny let him continue for longer than he expected, but broke free of his clutches as the rest of the boys began filing into class. “Good morning everyone. Brian here will be helping me today. Brian, why don’t you pull down that map of the United States and we can start with some geography,” asked Jenny. “Okay, but Mr. Pemberthy told me to make sure that we started by practicing that fire safety technique from yesterday,” answered Brian as he flashed a sly smile. Not surprisingly, all of the boys were in agreement with Brian’s suggestion. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I’ll make you boys a deal. What, within reason, would you like to do that Ms. Lincoln wouldn’t let you?” offered Jenny. “Well, for one, she wouldn’t let us go on our field trip to Safety Town. She said because we were bad and wouldn’t listen to her,” said Brian. “Okay, then I’ll discuss with Mr. James and Mr. Pemberthy a reinstatement of that trip. Will that be agreeable to all of you?” With that, the boys were satisfied, at least for the time being. Safety Town was something everyone had looked forward to, where they had the opportunity to operate cars the size of golf carts in a miniature city with lifelike roads and traffic signals. It was a controlled environment that stressed driving care and understanding of street signs, but all 12-year old boys were concerned about was being able to drive the little cars. If Jenny could make that happen for them, they would even pass up the chance to evacuate her delicious body from a make believe fire. Day number two progressed nicely for Jenny. She had the class immersed in busy work for most of the day, so as to minimize her time standing in front of them with their prying eyes and curious hands. She figured her mention of a possible future trip to Safety Town combined with their outrageous behavior from the day before had served to calm them down. One of the boys even asked if she could come by his house after school to tutor him on her geography lesson! Jenny immediately agreed, thinking she was starting to get through to them. On their way out, the boys handed in their written assignments. Jenny perused a couple of the papers, and was dismayed to see elaborate drawings of her body, and not the answers to the capitals of the 50 States as she had hoped. She saw Jason’s paper, (the one who had asked to be tutored), and although it mostly contained errors, Jenny realized a concerted effort on his part to complete the assignment. “Well, hiya Jenny. How was your second day?” asked a wide-eyed Mr. Pemberthy. “It actually went pretty well. I think I’m really reaching these kids,” said Jenny, moving towards Mr. Pemberthy to be freed from the ropes binding her arms. “Any plans for tonight?” “Yes. In fact, I’m just about to head over to tutor one of the students in my class. He’s really trying hard, but needs extra instruction.” “Wait, you’re going to tutor right now? That’s great, but unfortunately you’re going to have to remain tied up and wearing what you have on. It’s technically still part of the school day, and that’s the policy we have in place,” said Mr. Pemberthy, as he tossed his scissors back into his desk. “What?? How can that be? I can’t go dressed like this? I thought I’d be able to wear some regular clothes. And just how do you expect me to get there?” “I’ll call you a cab. We have a car service for situations just like this. They are very good. And they’ll drop you back off at the school afterwards.” “You’ve had to call cabs for teachers that are tied-up and wearing next to nothing?” “Well, actually you’ll be the first under that heading, but we have the service for people with car trouble, or for teachers that are dropped off in the morning- that sort of thing. Why don’t you wait out in the front lobby, and I’ll call them right away.” Now Jenny began to worry. She made a commitment to tutor Jason, but now she’d be going to a strange house dressed erotically to say the least. She tried to reassure herself thinking that maybe his parents will realize the hilarity of the situation, and untie her as soon as she gets there. But knowing Jenny’s luck, anything was possible. “Uh, yeah, is there a Jenny Richardson here? I’m supposed to take her over to Sycamore and Redhook,” asked a portly gentleman wearing a tee shirt and baggy jeans that looked to be stained with spaghetti sauce. “Yes, that’s me- Jenny Richards.” “Well, heeelllo! I’m Gus, Gus Verplank. Why don’t you come with me? My cab’s right out front. Looks like you may need a hand,” added Gus as he cupped Jenny’s left ass cheek in helping her out the front door. “Thanks, but I can manage without your hand on my behind.” “Sorry babe. Listen, why don’t you sit up front, and I’ll belt you in. There are no functional seat belts in the back, and I don’t want you tumbling around back there! Let me just clear away some of this junk,” said Gus, as Jenny watched him empty the front bench seat of a plethora of unsightly and foul smelling items. As it was, an unpleasant odor still lingered, making Jenny all the more excited about this upcoming ride. “There you go. I think we’ll belt you in the middle seat here so I can make sure you’re okay,” continued Gus, as he stretched his soiled right hand around Jenny and affixed it across her right shoulder, just inches from her mountainous breast. “Um, thanks, I guess. Will it be that long a ride?” “Shouldn’t be. You know, I don’t have too many women like you in my cab. You’re very attractive. Can you tell me why you’re dressed like this?” “It’s a long story. Would you mind watching the road? I’d feel a little safer,” asked Jenny, squirming against Gus’ hand and trying to deflect his attention from her chest. Gus snapped out of his trance just in time as he slammed the breaks and came to a screeching halt- narrowly colliding with the car stopped at the light directly in front of him. As a reflex, he grabbed for anything he could, and since some things are larger than others, Jenny’s firm breasts were the selection.He pressed her body against his to prevent her from falling forward. Jenny screamed, and tried to wriggle free of his clutches. His hands left a remnant of what appeared to be chocolate on her flawless body. “Let go of me! Look at what you did! You smeared chocolate all over me.” “Oh, yeah sorry. I was eating a few chocolate bars before. Here, let me lick it off,” offered Gus, as he repositioned himself with his face in Jenny’s tits, and his left hand firmly planted on Jenny’s bare right knee, slowly drifting north up her thigh. As he continued to suck away at her breasts, his hand worked up toward her heart-shaped thong, causing Jenny to struggle even mightier. “Get your hands off me you pervert,” said Jenny as she raised her right knee and buried it in Gus’ pudgy stomach, causing him to crumple accordian-style back into the driver’s seat. “Please just take me to the house!” “Okay, okay. Calm down. It’s right here around the corner”, answered Gus, desperately trying to catch his breath as he pulled up right next to the driveway. He unbelted Jenny and assisted her out to the car- this time touching her only where and when was necessary. “I didn’t mean to get carried away like I did. I wanted to make sure I got all of the chocolate off of you. Listen, I’ll just wait out front here for you to be done. I was told you’d be here for an hour.” “Let’s forget it. And don’t bother waiting for me. I’ll get another ride later.” With that Gus sped off, leaving Jenny on the front stoop of Jason’s house. She knocked as best she could, and before long she was greeted by a beaming Jason. “Oh, Miss Richards. Please come in. I didn’t expect you to still be dressed in your work clothes,” said a sarcastic Jason. “Very funny. Are you parents home? I’d like to speak with them for a minute.” “Umm, no they aren’t. They both work late tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I invited a few of the other guys from class who needed some tutoring too. They’re all waiting in the kitchen.” Jenny and the Boys School- Part 4 Author: Bernanke41 Summary: Jenny continues in her unusual teaching environment (cont’d from Jenny and the Boys School- Part 3) Jenny hobbled into Jason’s kitchen to find Kevin, Sammy and Danny sitting at the table engrossed in their textbooks. This befuddled Jenny as she targeted these boys as the problem kids that did little more than sit in the back of the class and enjoy the scenery. “Oh, my, I didn’t expect all of you boys to be here. Sammy, I saw the paper you handed in, and all you did was doodle pictures of me! What would make me think you want to learn now?” asked an annoyed Jenny. “Because I really want to go to Safety Town, and also want to do well in school. I can’t get into the stuff we do in class though,” answered Sammy. “It’s just too boring.” “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way, but that’s the material we have to cover. And you’ll be expected to learn it like everyone else. Now, let’s get started.” As Jenny began her discussion, she couldn’t help but notice the boys salivating at the way she bounced across the kitchen. Their eyes were focused directly and solely on her cleavage. She knew she had to do something fast before she wasted the entire hour. “Okay, boys, listen to me. And look up here at my face,” pleaded Jenny. “Here’s what we’re…” “Miss Richards, I’ve got an idea! How about we play a game where you can quiz us on the capitals, and if we get the right answers you can let us do stuff!” offered Jason. “That sounds like a good idea, if that would make it more enjoyable for you. But what ‘stuff’ would you want to do?” asked a hesitant Jenny. “How about you let us touch you for every question we get right?” said Kevin. “Wouldn’t that be fair?” “Yeah, that’s a great idea!” agreed Sammy. “That’s like in that Adam Sandler movie ‘Billy Madison’, except Miss Richards is already naked!” “Very funny,” scolded Jenny, silencing the boys’ laughter. “Actually, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t think it would be fair at all- mostly because I saw your papers today, and they were miserable!But assuming we play, what if you get the answers wrong? What will you do for me?” “We could still touch you if you want,” giggled Danny, hoping that their motives matched hers. “I don’t think so. How about you untie me, AND tell Mr. Pemberthy tomorrow that you don’t need me to be dressed like this anymore! I’d be willing to play if you’ll do that,” exclaimed Jenny, dreaming that she could get her way for a change. The boys huddled up and nodded in agreement of Jenny’s demands. They felt the extra studying they did before Jenny arrived would pay off. Of course, they held hostage the whole class’ semester based on their knowledge of the capitals. Since Jenny became their teacher two days earlier, it had been pure heaven for all of them. “Okay, let’s begin. I’ll ask each of you three questions,” explained Jenny, shivering at the thought of the game not going her way. “Now, Kevin, the first question is for you. What is the capital of Idaho?” “Figures. Why do you have to give me the hard ones? I don’t know- Potato City?” said a facetious Kevin. “Sorry, that’s incorrect. The correct answer is Boise”, answered a relieved Jenny. “Sammy, what is the capital of Montana?” “Let’s see- Helena? Am I right? Is it Helena?” said Sammy, eagerly awaiting confirmation from Jenny. “Why, yes! It is! I’m very proud of you Sammy!” “Yeah, yeah, thanks. Now, you said we could touch you?” continued Sammy. Jenny begrudgingly complied, and stood over Sammy telling him he could rub her legs for getting the right answer. She purposely began with what she thought were the harder capitals, but it was beginning to backfire on her. She underestimated the boys’ focus when given some extra motivation. “Okay Sammy, that’s enough,” said an annoyed Jenny, trying to get back to the quiz. “Now, Danny, what is the capital of Wyoming?” “That’s an easy one. It’s Cheyenne. My uncle lives there!” said a bold Danny. “Wow, that’s right too! Very good. I can’t believe this. Danny, you can rub my legs just as Sammy did,” offered Jenny, now wondering to herself how one of her students could possibly have a relative living in Wyoming! She was convinced that nothing could go her way. “Danny, I said only my legs,” scolded Jenny, as Danny could not contain himself from tweaking her nipples too. “Please, let’s play the game by the rules. You have to keep getting right answers! Now Jason, what’s the capital of Louisiana?” “Lemme see. The Saints play in the Louisiana Superdome, so is it New Orleans?” “No, I’m sorry, but that was a good try. It’s Baton Rouge. So now that’s two wrong and two right. Not too shabby. Kevin, back to you. What is the capital of Mississippi?” asked Jenny. “Fuck, I don’t know that one either. You’re giving me all the hard ones!” said Kevin. “Watch your language young man!! I’m not giving you anything tougher than I’m giving the others. And the correct answer is Jackson. Sammy, how about Nevada?” “Nevada, Nevada. I think that’s Las Vegas, yeah it’s Las Vegas.Oh wait…it’s Carson City, ” said Sammy, correcting himself. “Sorry Sammy. I’m going to have to accept your first answer of Las Vegas-which was incorrect. Carson City was right however,” said a frightened Jenny, attempting to get away unscathed. “That’s not fair! I got the right answer,” cried Sammy. “Alright fine. You’re right. You can touch my stomach,” said a deflated Jenny. “And just a little bit! Don’t get too comfortable!” Jenny was starting to reevaluate her plans to introduce this game, as the boys had fared much better than she had anticipated. While Sammy readied himself, Jenny caught a glimpse of Danny and Jason looking on and warming up their hands, hoping to have the same opportunity as Sammy. “Ahhh, okay,” said Jenny, wiggling free of Sammy’s embrace. “Now then, Danny, how about Phoenix?” “That’s not a state! You tried to cheat again!” accused a pugnacious Danny. “Oh, I apologize. I made a…” said a frazzled Jenny. “Too late,” interrupted Danny, now rising out of his chair and grabbing two handfuls of Jenny’s inviting tits. Her nipples grew very hard, as the constant handling of her body had finally worn her down. Jason recognized that Jenny was not protesting Danny’s actions, and quickly took advantage by kneeling behind Jenny and caressing the backs of her feminine thighs. Kevin, who had been shut out up to this point joined in the fun as well by removing Jenny’s miniscule knickers and exploring her trimmed mound and moist slit . Sammy, who was exhausted from his earlier experience, was content to collapse into his seat and watch his buddies. As Jenny decided to surrender, she closed her eyes, but was instantly awakened by a loud slam of the door. “Hey! What in God’s name is going on in here? Why is this woman undressed?” shouted Jason’s mother, as she strode into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries, causing the boys to scatter in all directions from the helpless Jenny. “Um, hi mom, this is our new teacher, Miss Richards. She just came by to tutor us…” said Jason. “In what, human anatomy? This session is over. You’re in big trouble young man, and you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. Danny, Sammy, Kevin- I suggest you go home. And Miss, I don’t know why you’re all trussed up, but I don’t really care at this point. I want you out of my home. A car is waiting outside for you in the driveway to take you back to the school. I spoke with the driver a minute ago- I think he said his name was Gus?” said Jason’s mom, causing the tiny hairs on Jenny’s bound forearms to stand on end. “But, but…” replied a struggling Jenny, as Danny, Sammy and Kevin escorted her out of the house and assisted her back into the stench that was Gus’ cab. Jenny and the Boys School- Part 5 Author: Bernanke41 Summary: Jenny continues in her unusual teaching environment (cont’d from Jenny and the Boys School- Part 4) Weeks had now passed, and Jenny was becoming as comfortable as possible with her role at Springwood. Today, however would be different as the night before Mr. Pemberthy informed Jenny that she was finally permitted to be completely dressed.Jenny figured it had to be as a result of the students’ scores on the last test which had skyrocketed when compared to those earned earlier in the semester.In any case, Jenny wasn’t about to argue the rationale. Jenny’s glee caused discouragement amongst her twenty eager young students, (who again arrived promptly, a usual occurrence ever since she took over as their teacher), as they found her dressed in jeans, tennis shoes and an oversized sweater. She smiled as she witnessed their collective sigh. “Now, now boys. You’ve had your fun. Can’t I be dressed for once?” contended Jenny. “Mr. Pemberthy has requested that the whole class meet him in the lobby this morning, although I can’t imagine why. It seems that I’ve left some materials in the faculty room, so once I’ve retrieved them we can be on our way…” The boys were beginning to get restless as Jenny had been gone for almost 10 minutes. Many of them were comtemplating cutting class, especially since Jenny had a newfound clothing allowance! But as Jenny returned to class, every boy thanked his lucky stars that they stuck around for a few extra minutes. This was because she was dressed very differently now. The jeans, tennis shoes and sweater had been deposited in a large shopping bag which she carried in her left hand- the jeans now crumpled and peeking out from the top of the bag. They were replaced by a satin lavender–colored thong, as well as a sexy pair of white, three-inch, open-toed sandals. That was it! Jenny had voluntarily gone topless for the class! The boys greeted her with a series of whistles and shouts, as they were even more excited than usual due to her willingness to dress this way for them. “Do you like this outfit better? I thought you would, but don’t get used to it! I’m only doing it because of your last test scores. I’m very proud of you all!” explained Jenny. “Boys, please proceed to the lobby. Sammy, Daniel, I’d like you to stay behind for a moment so that I might have a word with you. We’ll join the rest of the class shortly.” A giddy bunch quickly filed out as Sammy and Daniel remained, staring with mouths agape at Jenny’s heaving breasts. “Since you boys scored highest on the last test, I wanted to reward you for all of your hard work. Go into my shopping bag over there and I’m sure you’ll find something of interest,” offered Jenny. The two quickly rifled through her bag, finding what Jenny was referring to immediately. They peered back at her with puzzled looks on their faces. “Ms. Richards, all we see here is this bundle of rope. You really want us to tie you up with it?” asked Daniel. “No, I’m going to use it to tie the two of you! Of course it’s to tie me with, silly! Don’t you want to?” “Hell, yeah!” the boys shouted in unison. “It’s just that we didn’t expect you to let us do it,” continued Sammy. “Well, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m sort of used to it by now. As long as it’s just during class time, I guess it is alright,” answered Jenny, now clearly believing she was losing her mind. “Now let’s hurry up so that we don’t keep Mr. Pemberthy waiting.” The boys nearly fainted, but were able to compose themselves enough to begin gathering the rope. Meanwhile, Jenny made some last minute adjustments to her thong and heels, (her only clothing) as well as her hair before her hands were immobilized for the day. Sammy and Daniel made sure to concentrate the knots much like Mr. Pemberthy did, tying Jenny’s arms behind her in several areas both above and below her elbows in addition to her wrists. This caused her hands and arms to once again disappear from sight when she was viewed from straight on. Her soft breasts swayed while her hair covered her eyes as she tested her bonds. She surmised that they were even tighter and more restrictive than ever before, and thus had terrible trouble balancing her body. “Boys, you will make sure I don’t fall, won’t you?” pleaded Jenny, basically inviting the boys to place their hands on her. “You made the ropes so tight, I don’t think I’ll be able to travel to the lobby on my own, especially with these heels being so difficult to walk in.” “Sure Ms. Richards!” exclaimed Danny, as he approached her from behind placing both hands on either side of her tiny waist, aiding her through the doorway and out into the hall. Several minutes later Mr. Pemberthy looked like he had been electrocuted upon seeing Jenny bound and topless making her way to the front of the building. Mr. Pemberthy asked that Jenny step into his office for a moment, but not before Sammy loosened his grip on her left breast that he had cupped for dear life. Jenny politely asked him to let go, and Sammy obeyed. “Jenny, you do know that I didn’t require you to be dressed like this today, right?” asked Mr. Pemberthy.“Today is their trip to Safety Town, and you’re their only chaperone!” “The trip is today! Then I can’t be dressed like this! No one told me about the trip!” replied a frantic Jenny. “Didn’t you notice the students all dressed in jeans and sneakers today?” answered Mr. Pemberthy. “Not really. They rarely follow the school dress code! How was I to know?” said Jenny. “Mr. Pemberthy, you’ll have to untie me! I can’t go like this!” “I’m sorry Jenny. You’ll have to work that out with the boys. I wasn’t involved in this one…” said Mr. Pemberthy as Sammy interrupted by poking his head in to alert them that the bus had arrived. “Oh, okay. Have a great time!” As Jenny was escorted by Sammy and Daniel up the stairs and into the bus, she couldn’t help but realize her fate. Even when she voluntarily put herself in a position to be humiliated and embarrassed, there was always more to come. As if her predicament within the school wasn’t enough, now total strangers were going to see her this way. Jenny took her seat in the fourth row between Sammy and Daniel, who rapidly became the envy of the rest of their classmates. To Jenny’s dismay, the bus was equipped with decrepit shocks, causing her to bounce uncontrollably with each pothole the bus encountered. Luckily for Jenny, the two made sure they held her in place by wrapping an arm around her waist while offering a second hand to strategically cover the breast nearest them. As Jenny sat cross-legged, she studied Sammy and Daniel, and came to understand her role. She was the only woman among twenty hormone-crazed boys, which many women, (including Jenny at first), would view as a death sentence. Both boys were dressed in baggy cargo pants, sneakers and tee shirts, but Jenny only wore the barest of essentials. Her discomfort extended to her arms being horribly wrenched together behind her back, while the boys had complete use of their limbs as was currently demonstrated by four hands resting comfortably on her smooth, feminine, curvaceous body. For some reason, after all of Jenny’s past experiences, she was able to deal with it. Maybe it was because after all was said and done, the students listened to her and genuinely tried in school. Or maybe it was because her being in a near-naked state wasn’t one hundred percent gratuitous. She wasn’t entirely sure. She was, however, sure that she would continue to toil at Springwood Boys School if she could make a difference. The End…

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 2, The Stairway (Chapter 2) After deciding that I wasn’t going to stick my head in the sand and shirk what suddenly seemed to be my responsibility – attempting to find Catherine’s killer – I concluded that the next step was for me to meet Dirk. Making a mental note to buy a security latch for my door so that I wouldn’t have to keep sliding the bed across the floor, I stripped off to discuss strategy with Catherine. As it was Saturday, we’d wait until Monday. In the meantime, I’d research what it took to be allowed in to see a patient. Catherine had been there innumerable times, but she had no idea what might be required of a mortal to gain admittance. As I was imagining it, I’d be driving alone and once there, I’d be going in alone. Catherine would be with me, but we’d have no ability to communicate. “One request,” Catherine said. “Dirk knows I was killed. No way to keep that from him. But I could never bring myself to tell him that I was raped. So if you please…” “Sure … no problem. That doesn’t need to come up. After all, this is just a trip to meet him and see what he knows. Which probably isn’t that much. But maybe he recalls things that you told him early on, things that you’ve since forgotten.” ~ ~ ~ The drive to Montpelier was uneventful. I would have enjoyed the company, but I wasn’t about to strip off. I didn’t know if they’d let me in to see Dirk, but the easiest way to find out was to walk in the front door and ask. Signing in was surprisingly easy and a short time later, I was wandering down an impossibly long corridor looking for a four-digit room number. Finding it, I knocked. “Dirk Landers,” I said, stepping warily through the doorway. He greeted me with a smile and a nod, but then his eyes shifted to the side. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his words clearly not directed at me. “More visitors than I’ve had in ages.” I introduced myself while he set up a couple of folding chairs. I could tell right away which one was mine as Dirk’s eyes made it easy for me to keep track of Catherine’s location in the room. “Yep. Like you said. Looks just like you,” he remarked. I did my best to get to know Dirk, but it was difficult. He was a man of few words, and half of what he said was little more than, “Umhmm,” typically directed at the chair where Catherine had to be. “What did she say?” I asked. “Oh, she’s talking about that night. You know, the night…” I knew which night. “What do you remember about that night?” I asked. “Nothing really … other than what she told me.” He returned his attention to her. After listening for a moment, he nodded. “Umhmm.” A moment later he added, “Really? You never told me that.” “What?” I asked. “Which stairs?” he asked. The evening of the murder was being discussed, but it was clear that Catherine was doing most of the talking. I was getting frustrated. Dirk didn’t seem to understand that I couldn’t hear her – possibly he didn’t care. His nodding and his partial replies added up to nothing. Standing up, I went to the open door and looked up and down the corridor. It was empty. I made my decision. Closing the door, I started undressing. “What do you think you’re doing?” Catherine asked when my panties hit the floor. “Better not be trying to steal my man,” she said with the hint of a chuckle. Hiding my body the little bit that I could behind my arms, I glanced over at Dirk. He was gaunt and his almost-white hair was scraggly – too long for a man with a good-sized bald spot. “Don’t worry,” I said, not wanting to say anything about how I was not at all attracted to him. There wasn’t really anything wrong with his appearance. It was mostly just that he was so much older – quite a bit older than my father. “Stand next to me,” Catherine instructed. “So Dirk can see just how alike we look … especially since you had your hair done.” Reluctantly, I did as suggested, even dropping my arms to my sides after she slapped at them a few times. I, of course, couldn’t feel it; I could only see her hand hitting mine. Dirk was indeed studying our hair – or lack of it – his gaze alternating between my crotch and hers, lingering on each for a few seconds before shifting over. “Enough of this,” I said, sitting down and clamping my legs together while crossing my wrists over the center of my chest, a breast concealed in each hand. Catherine steered the conversation back to what they had been discussing. “Dirk mostly knows just what I told him. And it got him in a lot of trouble. During interrogation, he mentioned when I’d gotten up and where I’d gone that night … even though he’d been asleep.” “Yeah,” Dirk said. “If you want the police to believe you’re innocent, don’t talk to the murder victim before they question you.” I smiled. That was exactly the reason I thought I had a chance at succeeding where the police had failed. They’d never had the chance to interview the victim. “So which stairs?” I asked, wanting to hear that part. “Oh, I can show you,” Catherine replied. I nodded, wondering where they were. Wouldn’t her showing them to me require nudity? Just then the door banged open. Spinning in my seat, I saw a heavy-set woman stride into the room. “Dirk, you know the rules. The door stays…” she said, stopping mid-sentence. Her mouth fell open as her eyes landed on me. She stepped back and pushed a button on the wall. Panicking, I’d barely gotten my feet into my shorts when the sound of running feet reached my ears. I yanked them up, fumbling with the zipper. I’d just started buttoning my blouse when two male orderlies burst into the room. “I’ll take those,” the woman said, snatching my bra and panties from my hand before I could cram them into a pocket. “Just what was going on here?” she demanded, her face so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of her breath. I was doing my best to gather my wits. Trying not to hyperventilate, I sat down and started working with my socks and shoes. I was suddenly aware of the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. A minute later, the three staff members were marching me down the hall. As we walked, I was trying to think up a story that might limit the damage. Nothing was coming to mind. The truth wasn’t an option. They surely knew exactly how to handle people who talked about seeing ghosts. They’d be injecting an antipsychotic before I could count to ten. Having no better idea, I decided to take the fifth. After all, what could they do? No crime had been committed – two consenting adults in a closed room, but not even touching. Considering that, I started wondering if a patient in a mental hospital qualified as a ‘consenting adult.’ “Wait here,” the woman said, depositing me in a small area just off the hall. I took a seat, the orderlies remaining on their feet, vigilantly keeping their eyes on me. A few minutes later, I was ushered into a brightly lit room. It might have been an office, but the interrogation vibes were strong. A matronly woman entered. “I’m the director here,” she announced, not bothering to give a name. “Kara has told me what she observed. It seems that you were fully naked. With one of our older residents. The door closed. I suggest you tell me what was going on.” “Nothing was going on,” I mumbled, looking at the floor. Shifting my eyes down caused me to catch a glimpse of my nipples. There was a reason I wore a nude bra with that particular light-weight top. Not only were my nipples evident because of their pointy shape, but the contrast of my areolas against the untanned skin of my breasts also stood out. Feeling the heat rise in my face, I folded my arms across my chest to hide them. “Modest, huh?” the woman asked in a condescending tone. I didn’t look up. “So … just how do you know Mr. Landers?” she continued when I didn’t reply. I decided not to respond. I’d shown my Arizona driver’s license upon entering and my name had been recorded. I hadn’t been paying that much attention, but I vaguely remembered the woman scanning the license as well. So they had that, but my last name was Wilson – from my father’s side – a relatively common name. They probably wouldn’t be able to make the connection if I said nothing. I had to do what I could to keep this from getting back to my family. After giving me an eternity to respond, the woman continued, “Kara thinks you’re a prostitute. A craigslist prostitute. Are you a hooker, Ms. Jessa Wilson?” I cringed. “No!” I felt as if I had just been punched in the gut. “Okay then. Tell us what you were doing. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for why a young woman, such as yourself, would visit an older man and take off her clothes.” I took a deep breath, but remained silent. I couldn’t think of a logical explanation. The circumstances were incriminating. I knew that. “Okay, Ms. Jessa Prostitute. Tell us how Mr. Landers contacted you.” “I’m not a prostitute!” I imagined Dirk being questioned in an adjoining room. If so, I found myself hoping he was talking ghosts. That might deflect their suspicions. Hopefully, he wouldn’t say anything connecting me back to Stonefield. It was horrific enough being caught naked with a sixty-five year old mental patient. I couldn’t deal with having family and friends find out. “How was he going to pay you, or did he do that already?” the woman asked. “I’m not a prostitute!” I muttered under my breath. It wasn’t quite taking the fifth, but I couldn’t stand idly by and let her call me that. I started wondering if they had called the police. I didn’t imagine they had enough evidence to charge me with anything, but the police might find a way to get in contact with my parents. It was the most uncomfortable hour of my life. I really didn’t like being called ‘Ms. Jessa Prostitute,’ and the woman’s tone – so demeaning. But after learning that I wasn’t going to talk, they did eventually decide to let me go. The director lady explained that under no circumstances was I to come back – ever. That if I did, I’d be locked up on the premises and the police would be called – but maybe not right away. I gulped, picturing padded, windowless cells with exposed toilets – probably in the basement. The whole time they were grilling me, I’d been eyeing my underwear. They were on the desk in the middle of the room. I was hoping to find a way to grab them and discreetly stuff them into a pocket on the way out. That opportunity did not materialize. The two orderlies, one on each side of me, escorted me from the room. I probably could have rushed the desk and gotten them, but I didn’t know how they might react. Getting myself out of that God-forsaken place seemed more important than anything else at that point in time. Losing my bra and panties seemed like a small price to pay. The orderlies walked me directly to my car, one of them photographing our Arizona license plate. A few miles from the institution, I pulled into an empty parking lot. I was still shaking. I sat there for upwards of an hour trying to get my nerves to calm down. I’d never imagined that it would be so traumatic to be accused of being a hooker, but I’d also never pictured it happening under caught-in-the-act circumstances. Parking in front of the house, I sat behind the wheel, again trying to gather my wits. I needed to act normal – so that my mom didn’t start interrogating me. I saw Mazzie. She was peeking around the corner of the house. Climbing out of the car, I said, “Cathers, can you give me some space. I need some Mazzie time.” I sat down on the bottom step and waited. A few minutes later, Mazzie came over. I picked her up and held her on my lap. I wanted to erase the day from my memory. I spent an hour with Mazzie. Eventually my mom came out with a glass of lemonade. “What, no bra?” she asked. “It’s summer. I didn’t think it would show.” “You had one on when you left this morning. Is something going on that I should know about?” I got up and went inside without replying. It wasn’t at all surprising that she had noticed, but I didn’t like that it was the second time she’d caught me coming home without one. It was more than forty-eight hours later, and under the cover of darkness at the pond, that I finally undressed to clear the air with Catherine. “You didn’t need to get naked,” were the first words out of her mouth. “I would have told you everything later.” “I know, my bad,” I replied. I’d even been thinking that at the time. “It’s just that I wanted to hear it first-hand … and I wanted to be able to ask questions as we went.” “But now you’re banned. You can’t go back.” A shiver ran down my spine. It didn’t matter to me that I was banned. I couldn’t imagine going within fifty miles of the place. “No reason to visit Dirk again,” I said. “I mean, he’s nice enough, but he doesn’t know anything. Or is there something I’m missing?” “You’re right,” she agreed. “And I can’t have you waving your shaved 2025 vagina in his face.” “It’s not a vagina. That’s the inside part. It can’t be shaved. Call it a pussy.” “Don’t you mean, it cunt be shaved?” I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. “See. I can be just as nasty as you,” she said, a smug look on her face. I gave her a nod of approval. “Touché.” I did like Cathers. She and I had chemistry. “So how’s Dirk? Not being punished, I hope.” “Well, he did lose his computer privileges. He was mostly worried about what they were going to do to you.” “I guess I have a new name. I’m now Ms. Jessa Prostitute. Do you think that woman really believes that I’m a whore?” “I suppose so, but we both know you’re not. However, before you again do something stupid … like getting dressed and staying that way for days … I remembered something while we were talking to Dirk. The night I was murdered, I wrote in my diary. It’s been forty years, so I can’t tell you what’s there, but you might be able to find it.” “Your diary? Where?” “My room wasn’t carpeted until later. There was a loose board. I pulled a nail or two, and made use of the space below. My secret stash! Maybe they found it when the carpet went down, but maybe not.” A short time later, we were in my room – our room. I was walking back and forth near the wall where she was pointing. There was a squeaky board, but there were a lot of squeaky boards. I was so excited. I dressed and went downstairs to ask my dad about the carpet. He was planning to replace it. He said it would be fine if I tore it out, but that I didn’t have to. The carpet installers would take care of that – after the walls were painted. But I’d heard all I needed to know. The next morning I was busy pulling up the carpet. Mason came in to see what I was doing. Destruction spoke to him, so he joined right in. With the two of us working, it took less than an hour. I was eyeing a certain board as it came into view. It blended in color wise, but I could see where a nail had been removed. Mason wanted to keep going – to do the rest of the upstairs. I told him to ‘go for it’ – which he did, immediately starting on the carpet in the hall just outside my room. I could hardly contain myself. I wanted so bad to look under the board, but I wasn’t going to do that until I could do it with Catherine. After putting my suitcase over it, I borrowed the car and drove to the hardware store. It was finally time to get a security latch for my door. That afternoon, my mom went grocery shopping, taking Mason with her. That gave me the chance I needed. My dad, figuring out what I was doing, helped me install the latch. He didn’t even ask why I wanted it. I guess he knew what brothers were like, especially my brother. That evening, Catherine and I, two butt-naked blondes, one of us a bit more see-thru than the other, got down on our hands and knees. With Catherine showing me what to do, I pried the board loose with a screwdriver. There was more than one diary. “Multiple volumes,” she explained. Before reaching in to lift them out, I paused to consider what we were doing. Might I destroy forensic evidence – fingerprints or DNA – by touching what was there? I decided that wasn’t a concern. Any such evidence would only tie Catherine to the items in her stash. The murderer had surely never been in her room. There was quite a lot of stuff in with the diaries. One item, a rose, disintegrated as I attempted to pick it up. Catherine shrugged. “From my high school prom. I can’t even remember who I went with.” “Concert tickets!” I exclaimed, looking through a number of stubs. “Aerosmith, ZZ Top, Rush! My God, Cathers! All these concerts?” “Yep.” She pointed at a pair of tickets that were unused. “Mötley Crüe. Theater of Pain Tour, July 31, 1985, Glens Falls, NY,” I read. “Dirk and I were planning to go. Didn’t live long enough. I went anyway, but it was sad. Hard to enjoy a concert when you’re alone … and dead.” I chuckled at her morbid humor, but started sniffling, then sobbing. Her murder really did a number on me. I’d developed a few coping mechanisms, but at times they failed me. I leaned into her and we hugged. It seemed odd to be holding a nude woman, but especially strange since I couldn’t feel her. At first, I thought her skin felt cold, but I decided that it might be just the absence of the anticipated warmth of a human body. Also in her hiding place was a small bag that contained three packs of pills along with a prescription from Planned Parenthood. “I’d forgotten about those,” she said. I looked at them. One of them was open and partway empty. I was surprised by how similar my own modern pill packs looked, but a menstrual cycle was the same length, then as now. Catherine pointed out a few of her other mementos, but none of them seemed relevant to the murder we were investigating. I opened the diary and read the final entry aloud, but in a hushed voice. June 24, 1985 I’m so excited. Going to sneak out after midnight. Dirk doesn’t know, but I started on the pill this cycle. No more condoms! Lucky him! And what he also doesn’t know is that last week when I borrowed his car, I made a copy of the key to his apartment. So he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and find a naked girl in bed with him. Tee-hee! It was short and sweet, bringing yet another tear to my eye – because it never happened. “I wish the police would have found this,” I said. “Think how much grief it would have saved Dirk. It doesn’t prove that he didn’t murder you, but almost. It says where you were going and why. It paints a picture of a happy couple, deeply in love.” “I didn’t think of that,” she replied. “But Dirk was the only one I could talk to. If I’d told him, and he’d told the police, they would have been suspicious. Everything he said made them suspicious. Innocent until proven guilty, right?” She laughed. “But if the police had seen this, they might have spent more time following up other leads,” I argued. Catherine looked unconvinced. I glanced through a few more journal entries, but they didn’t seem especially helpful. They’d all been written earlier, during similarly happy times. The next day, I went back to painting, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew what was next, but the very thought gave me butterflies. I spent two full days painting, finishing my bedroom and then moving downstairs and starting on the living room. My dad had hired a company to redo the roof, so during breaks, I went outside to watch them, telling my unseen ghost friend to go for a walk so that I could hold Mazzie. One of the roofers was really hot, broad shoulders and washboard abs. He worked with his shirt off and I worked at not getting caught staring. Fortunately, being from Arizona, I owned the perfect pair of sunglasses for ogling members of the opposite sex. I imagined he probably had a girlfriend. I’d given him ample opportunity to approach me, but it wasn’t happening. I regretted that we were losing a couple of days, but it was time that I had budgeted. I was continuing to recover from the visit to the institution, but more importantly, I was psyching myself up for our next adventure. Catherine’s memories of that night were returning. Each little thing, such as seeing the birth control pills, seemed to shake something loose in her brain. She’d told me about the stairs. That was where she had encountered her murderer. She couldn’t describe him, but it seemed as if she might get there. Our plan, once I was mentally up for it, was to recreate that night. We’d head out late, just as she had. Catherine would lead the way, telling me her thoughts as they came to her. I’d spent a lot of time trying to figure out a plan that did not involve nudity – my nudity. Nothing had come to me. Nudity had to be a key component. I started my own diary, writing down everything that had happened that summer – everything. And, while waiting for midnight, I made a final – I hoped it wouldn’t be final – entry, describing our plan in detail. I left the diary on the dresser where it would be found – in case my evening ended as hers had forty years prior. I didn’t expect that. Her rapist, her murderer, had surely moved on. Fortunately, there weren’t many like him. But even so, going out into the night went against my grain. It certainly involved risk, but at least I wouldn’t be alone. I’d be with Catherine. And if I got into trouble – she’d be able to go and … what? Tell Dirk? And then Dirk would be able to… Okay, it was hardly a foolproof plan – that’s where my diary came in – for the postmortem. Catherine and I sat in my room waiting, talking in hushed voices. Shortly after midnight, I slipped on a T-shirt dress, one that I was able to put on or take off in just seconds. When my head emerged from the neckline, Catherine was gone. I then put my arms through the straps of a small backpack that contained a pair of slip-on shoes. I opened the door and peeked out. All was quiet. I stepped out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind me. Tiptoeing as silently as possible, I made my way past Mason’s door. I assumed he was still awake, likely watching something on his laptop. Actually, that was what I hoped he was doing because, if so, he’d have his earphones in. Moments later, I padded cautiously down the stairs, quickly exiting out the front door. From there I made my way to the mailbox. I was regrettably sober. I’d wanted some wine – some liquid courage. Catherine had talked me out of it. She was right. This wasn’t skinny dipping or streaking. It was a night for serious investigative work. Fortunately, I didn’t feel alone. I couldn’t see or hear her, but Catherine was with me. At the road, I took off the backpack. I then slipped off the dress, stuffing it inside. Suddenly Catherine was there, watching me. My fingers crossed, I picked up the backpack. She disappeared. Cursing my misfortune, I tried putting the backpack on. Still no Catherine. Setting the backpack down, I tried one more thing, holding just the dress in one of my hands. Even that was too much. I’d never actually tested it – I’d just been telling myself that it would work – that if I was carrying clothes, not wearing them, that I’d be able to see and talk with her. That assumption now lay in tatters. I decided to bite the bullet. Stonefield was one of those towns that rolled up the sidewalks at 8pm. It was almost 1am. Leaving the backpack next to the mailbox, we started walking. It was unnerving to say the least. There were two of us – two naked blondes. I didn’t feel alone, but in a way, I was. If someone were to see us they’d only see me. My insides were doing somersaults. But after a short distance, I had yet another problem. My feet couldn’t take the gravel. “Dammit,” I said. “Cathers, why naked? Couldn’t you at least have been wearing your fucking shoes?” “Excuse me? I’ll have you know, I went out fully dressed. It’s not like I stripped myself.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “Jessa, you don’t have to do this.” “No. I do. You paid the ultimate price. It’s the least I can do. We’ve got an asshole to catch. Doing it together. I only hope he’s alive … so that he can fry in the electric chair. Or whatever they do to violent criminals in this state.” “Go back and get the dress. Put it on. You can slip it off whenever you like, and we’ll be able to talk.” Even though that was appealing, I’d made up my mind. The risk seemed minimal and what I had in mind required constant contact. We continued on. Fortunately, the weeds on the shoulder were much easier on the feet. “Now Cathers, back to that night. It’s June, 1985. Tell me everything, everything you saw, everything you did. Maybe pretend we are making a vlog.” “A what?” “Never mind. Just talk to me. Take the exact same route. We’re looking for clues, and they’re probably not out here. They are in the recesses of your memory.” She assured me that she was on board. We’d already talked about this. We were on our way to the stairs – the place where she had met Mr. X. Hopefully by doing this, we’d learn his identity. It was a small town, then as now, just two thousand inhabitants – same as Mayberry. It seemed likely that she’d known her attacker – possibly the reason he’d killed her – because she could identify him. I’d never felt more naked, the cool air touching things that were not accustomed to the exposure. And what was much more unsettling, my nearest clothes were back by the mailbox, already a quarter mile away – a distance which increased with each step. The country road wasn’t especially scary, but we were going to Stonefield. Hopefully, everyone was asleep, but there would be streetlights. A car passed, but there had been plenty of warning. I’d stepped over into the ditch squatting down low enough to disappear. “So far, so good,” I said, standing back up. “Anything coming to you?” “I’m trying. I really am.” “I know you are,” I said. I knew I was asking a lot of her, but it was my ass on the line. She couldn’t get seen or caught, but I could. I didn’t want to think about what might happen. I couldn’t take being called a prostitute again. And this time, I wouldn’t be able to get dressed. As we rounded the bend, the first lights of Stonefield came into view. I slowed down, my feet telling my brain that this was a bad idea. “Pretend you’re invisible,” Catherine suggested. “Easy for you to say.” “No, really. It works.” “Duh. Because you ARE invisible.” “When I first became a ghost, I had trouble going anywhere … because I was naked. So I learned to pretend that people couldn’t see me. That made it easier. And now, I don’t give it a second thought.” “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” “Just try it.” As odd as it seemed, it did help. I wasn’t being seen, but that was because there was no one to see me. But somehow, pretending I was invisible made it easier. In the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn’t keep me from being seen. As we came to the intersection at the edge of town, I glanced back. I had a shadow. I hated seeing that. “Should I pretend that I don’t have a shadow?” I asked. “Good idea.” I chuckled. “It’s not a good idea. I need to avoid having a shadow. Like maybe we should walk over there,” I said, pointing down a side street. “But you said to take the exact same route that I took in 1985.” “I did, didn’t I?” “You’re going to hate me, but I went right down Main Street … on the sidewalk. Walking alone at night is scary. Less so on a well-lit street.” “I’m not feeling it.” “So what do you want to do? Back streets or Main Street?” “Don’t give me a choice. We’re taking the route you took.” She walked on ahead, stepping into the light in front of the drug store. My feet didn’t budge. They were smarter than I was. Somehow I got them moving, also stepping up onto the sidewalk. A moment later, I ducked into the alcove where the store’s front door was. There was a bit of a shadow there. But then it occurred to me that they might have CCTV. Instead of looking for it, I stepped out, hurrying on after Catherine. Keeping up with her would mean less time on the street. I also didn’t want to be a distraction. I wanted Catherine’s mind to be on 1985, not the chicken-shit naked woman walking down the street with her, hopping from shadow to shadow. Rather than imagining that I was invisible, I started focusing on my feet. Stepping on a piece of glass would be disastrous. “I don’t remember anything about this portion of the walk,” Catherine said. “But that probably means that nothing happened.” “That’s fine, but stay focused, keep trying. Maybe you were being followed.” Suddenly, up ahead, I noticed the front end of a car appear at a stop sign. The businesses were all even and flush against the sidewalk right there – no place to duck in. But there was a telephone pole. I skipped over to it. Turning sideways, facing the street, I stood bolt upright, my right shoulder against it. I was slender, so if anything was visible, it would be my ass, but also possibly my nipples protruding out in front. I waited, scarcely daring to breathe. “The coast is clear,” Catherine announced a few moments later. I let out a gasp of relief, leaning forward to look. “Where did he go?” “Straight across. It was a police car.” “Oh, great. Just a police car,” I said, imagining it circling around. “Probably heading back to the police station. It’s over there.” Looking over at Catherine, I saw where she was pointing. From there, hurrying along, I felt my breasts wibble-wobbling around on my chest. For some reason, I had always been more conscious of bras when I wasn’t wearing one than when I was. Supporting my boobs in my hands, I pressed on. I wanted to get through that well-lit section as fast as possible. Those were scary blocks, but they passed uneventfully. Leaving the business section of town, the road took a dogleg turn to the left and then angled up to an overpass that crossed above several railway lines. Beyond that, the road stayed high, continuing on to a bridge over the river. We’d crossed the overpass and were heading toward the bridge, when Catherine stopped. “Right here,” she announced. Looking to my right, I saw the stairway. There was a narrow section of town sandwiched in between the rail lines and a sweeping bend in the river. It was a mixed neighborhood, nice houses on the river, but smaller, less well-maintained houses backing up to the railroad. I shuddered. The thought of her encounter on that spot forty years earlier gave me the creeps. This was where she had met the psycho who had raped her before taking her life. “So, best as you can, describe for me what happened,” I said, attempting to corral my thoughts to get important information from her. I’d tried before, but she hadn’t been able to come up with anything more than the location. “I was just going past. He jumped at me from below. Down there,” she said pointing. “No greeting, just grabbed me. I tried to scream, but his hand was over my mouth. I felt cold metal on my neck. ‘If you want to bleed, go ahead and scream,’ he said into my ear. A moment later, he removed his hand from my mouth. I didn’t scream. Whatever it was, surely a knife … still against my neck.” I was delighted she was remembering things, but it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end – to be hearing about her attack right where it happened – and when it happened – after midnight. And my nudity didn’t help. I felt so vulnerable. As horrific as it was, this was exactly the breakthrough I had been hoping for. “And then what?” I asked. “We went down the stairs. He was half-carrying, half-manhandling, me. Always the blade – it was pressing into my throat. I had no choice but to cooperate. His car was down there. He forced me into the trunk.” “Is that the trunk your remains are in?” “No. A different trunk. One in a junkyard.” Just then, a car drove by. I hadn’t been watching the road. I saw brake lights, and then it angled into a three-point turn. “Oh, shit,” I yelled, my muscles clenching. It was a police car. A moment later, I was sprinting back toward town. “Not that way,” Catherine called out. “The stairs. The car can’t follow. He’d have to take the long way around.” She was right, but I didn’t like those stairs and I was already running – faster than I’d ever run barefoot. It was surely impossible, but I’d have to try and outrun the car. A moment later, Catherine passed me. “Follow me!” “Thank God for Cathers,” I mumbled to myself, committing myself fully into her care. If anyone could get me out of this mess, it was her. Rather than taking the first turn, she took the second. I saw why. It was an angled merge lane for the other direction, an acute turn with concrete curbs – easy for us, but probably impossible for a car heading downhill. As Catherine must have expected, the police cruiser sped by. “Okay, back the other way,” she shouted, turning on a dime. I did my best to keep up, and a moment later, we were racing back up the arterial, running toward the turn we had passed. We took it, dropping down onto the surface streets. “Now we can hide. And wait,” I called out. “Not yet. They’ll search this area. Let’s go a few blocks.” I followed and we did just that. My feet didn’t like what I was doing to them, but I was prepared to sacrifice them to avoid getting caught. One intersection later, the police car was in front of us, screeching to a halt to block the road. Somehow, they’d anticipated our moves. Or maybe it was just that it was a small town. We wheeled around, but just as we were turning into the closest side street, I felt arms encircle me. “Gotcha,” a male voice called out. I fell, but the man held onto me as we rolled, miraculously managing to get his body between mine and the pavement. A second later, the car again pulled to a stop just a short distance away. As I struggled to my feet, I saw Catherine standing there, a look of consternation on her face. Our eyes met. “I’m so sorry. I tried,” she said. I knew not to reply – not in the presence of someone else. But in that moment, I felt cold steel against one of my wrists. “Handcuffs? Really?” I complained. The second one went on such that my hands were in front. With both hands over my pussy, I turned to look at the officer who had a firm grip on my upper arm. He had a relaxed look about him, especially considering that we’d just been running. “Yep, handcuffs,” he replied. “A naked woman. My first thought is victim, especially if she runs toward me. You didn’t.” His partner got out and walked toward us. The next thing I knew, he was circling, his eyes sweeping up and down my body. “Stop it,” I yelled, causing them both to laugh. I shifted an arm up to my breasts, but it lifted the other hand away from my pussy. Making my choice, I returned both hands to my crotch. My nipples were painfully hard, but with no good option, I left them jutting out into the cool night air. “Our lucky night,” the officer from the car said, staring at my ass. “What should we do with this one?” “The usual,” replied the officer who had tackled me. I studied him. He was younger than his partner – early thirties. He had a rugged-looking face, a mustache, and eyes that were attempting to bore into my soul. That bothered me, but it was preferable to what the other cop was boring into with his eyes. “The usual? I don’t think I want to know what that means.” I was doing my best to sound unfazed by my predicament. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you,” Catherine remarked. I’d almost forgotten she was there. “To serve and to protect,” the young officer replied. “I’m Officer Harris. This is Officer Bixler. Now why don’t you tell us what brings you out tonight … so that we can figure out how best to serve and protect you.” “Umm. Umm,” I mumbled, racking my brain for a believable excuse. Just as had happened at the institution, my wits failed me. “And before you go there, I’m not a prostitute.” Officer Harris chuckled. “No one’s accusing you of that. Furthest thing from my mind, actually. I’ve seen and arrested prostitutes.” “Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” At least Harris had a congenial manner about him. I started considering telling him the truth. Maybe he’d help me. “Just how big is the police force here in Stonefield?” I asked. “First, you have to answer my questions,” he said, staring into my eyes. But as I looked at him, his eyes slid down to my chest. To test him, I turned my body, shifting my nipples to the left. His eyes followed. “This isn’t a crime. This isn’t a dare. So why don’t you tell me why you’re out running around in the middle of the night.” “Will you promise to take me home if I tell you?” “No promises, and certainly not in that order.” “What do you mean?” “First, you tell me. Then, I decide what to do. We take you home only if it’s appropriate.” “Okay, but it’s a long story. Who investigates murders in Stonefield?” “Why is this so hard to understand. My questions first. What brings a pretty girl like you out in the middle of the night – without a stitch of clothing – not even shoes?” “Don’t tell him Jessa,” Catherine interjected. I glanced over at her, but then back at Officer Harris. “Parts of this are going to be hard to believe. It’s about a crime. Forty years ago, a family member was raped and then murdered. She was attacked at the top of that stairway – right where you saw me. Forty years ago, so 1985.” “You’re serious? That’s how you answer my question?” “Forty years ago. Look it up. Catherine Marshall. She was my grandmother’s kid sister. Died long before I was born. I have her diary, so I know things that the police didn’t. Want to help me solve a cold case?” He smirked. “First, I’d like to solve a warm case. The case of the naked woman. What’s your name?” “Jessa Wilson.” “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Jessa?” “Yes. Jessica without the ick.” “I can see that.” “Now don’t get nasty on me.” “And where are you from, Jessica without the ick?” “From Arizona, but I’m spending the summer here, in my grandmother’s house. I’ll show you, if you give me a ride.” I thought it was worth a shot. I certainly didn’t want to see the inside of the police station – not in the middle of the night – certainly not naked. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any ID on you,” he said, tilting his neck to the side and looking down at my bare hip. “Not on me,” I replied, imagining that it was obvious. “Well, then we’ve got a problem,” he said, his eyes tracing up my body.

Cheerleader Jenna by Daring Burlinski “Wow, Miss Burlinski, it was, like, really cool of you to help us out with our cheerleading routine!” Suzie Meyers was the captain of the squad, and she greeted me with a broad smile as I entered the high school gymnasium. “Let me just get changed,” I answered the teenager, “and I will be ready for you girls.” They directed me to the ladies locker room. Once inside, I stripped off my casual clothes and pulled on the special cheerleader uniform they provided for me. It wasn’t the one I had worn back when I was a student, of course. At twenty-five years old, that was a while ago, and I had filled out with a curvy womanly form since then. It was a little silly to be wearing this outfit, but I guess the girls seemed excited about it. If it helped them increase their enthusiasm, then it would be worth it. That was the key… they needed to put a lot more energy and spirit into their cheers. The red and white sweater was a little too tight, and only came down so far. My belly button was completely exposed. The red pleated skirt reached to just the middle of my tanned thighs. At first I was nervous, but then I giggled. This getup did make me feel a little naughty! “Hey, you look like one of us now!” one of the cheerleaders called out as I returned to the gym. I blushed at the remark, thinking I might be able to pass as a peer of these young ladies. They were also checking out my body, and I imagined them wondering about what was underneath. Females can be so critical of each other, you know, but I only saw gleams of approval in their eager eyes. “OK, then,” I cleared my throat and tried to establish my authority. “I suggest we get started with your basic formation.” As Suzie passed by on her way to the center of the court, she playfully slapped my skirt-covered ass! “Thanks again for doing this, Miss Burliski…” “Oh, um, it’s my pleasure!” I stammered. “I have fond memories of this school, and happy to do anything to help out, and beat our rival!” “Anything?” a brunette girl in the back of the line asked mischievously. She kind of reminded me of a younger version of myself. “Yeah, I guess. I really want to help the team win.” “Yes, but you said ANYTHING,” the slim teenager persisted. “Well, I…” my face turned red as I squirmed a little, standing in front of these cheerleaders. “So would you, I don’t know, maybe streak the football game?” “What!” I exclaimed, and uncomfortably plucked at my skimpy uniform. Another girl chimed in, “Yeah, like a distraction, and then we can score the winning touchdown!” Now all the girls started laughing out loud, and I had to chuckle myself. It was a silly idea, and they were just playing around. Still, the thought did get me kind of excited. I turned around to try to compose myself. Much to my embarrassment, I could tell my nipples were starting to poke out and make indentations in the sweater. “All right, that’s enough fooling around,” Suzie said, taking charge as the captain. “Let’s see what Miss Burlinski can show us!” Oh the words these girls used, and their double meanings! I know she meant what I could teach them, or different routines and combinations that I could show them. But I found being the center of attention among a dozen high-school girls had a certain affect on me. Thankfully the girls were soon lining up and going through their standard cheers, so I could see what needed improvement. As the late morning continued, I was feeling more relaxed and getting into the whole thing. When the girls asked me to demonstrate some of my suggested moves, I found myself bouncing around the gym and doing all sorts of daring maneuvers. They really appreciated my efforts, and I could see some of the more advanced cheerleaders catching on quick. I was having a great time, and I could tell they were going to be red hot thanks to my help! At noon, we decided to call it a day, since it was the weekend and I had other things to take care of. But when I headed off to the locker room, the squad decided they were going to stay out in the gym a little longer to practice the new cheers I had taught them. So I entered the changing room, wondering if I should use this opportunity for a quick shower. I was just about to start getting undressed, when suddenly three girls approached me. They were about seventeen or eighteen-years-old, but they were not members of the cheerleading squad. In fact, I didn’t think they went to this school. “So you’re the ringer they’ve been talking about?” one with ginger-colored hair snapped her gum at me. “Ringer? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “I’m not going to be part of the team… I’m just showing them some stuff.” A blonde girl stepped behind me and flipped the back of my sort cheerleading skirt. “I’ll bet you are!” “I mean, honestly! A woman of your age running around in an outfit like that,” The other teenager with long black hair teased me. “What are you trying to prove?” I blushed under their scrutiny, and I did feel a little foolish. “I’m… I’m not trying to prove anything.” Suddenly, two of the girls grabbed me by my arms, each one gripping me above the elbow. The black-haired teen pushed me in the back to get my feet moving. I didn’t think to call out for help or anything. Truthfully, I was too startled to put up much of a struggle. There was an exit in the back of the locker room that opened up outside the school. It was through this door that these young ladies took me. I looked between the two girls on either side of me, but they only smiled smugly. They squeezed my arm, making sure my footsteps moved in time with theirs. In no time at all, we were outside the school building, hurrying across the parking lot in front of the athletic fields. “Get her into the van,” the blonde girl said indicating the large vehicle sitting before us. I felt like the school mascot being kidnapped! What kind of cheerleading rivalry prank was this? I mean, so what if I was helping the students of my former high school. But apparently these girls took great exception to me being involved at all. They kept teasing me, and pinched my butt a few times as they slid open the side panel door and shoved me inside. The girl with ginger-colored hair shut the door behind the other two, and then went around to hop in the driver's seat. It was pretty bare, the interior of the van. A couple of padded benches lined both sides, while I was left to sit on the shaggy carpeted floor. I looked around unsure of what would happen next, and crossed my legs. “Introductions,” the black-haired teen said as we started rolling out of the parking lot. “My name is Melissa. That is Christiana is behind the wheel, and this is Barbie...” I looked over at the bubble-gum chewing blonde and almost laughed. Thinking this all might be a big misunderstanding, I smiled and said, “My name is Jenna...” “Yes, we know who you are,” Barbie snapped at me. “We heard you can be quite Daring. Didn't you graduate, like, ten years ago?” Melissa frowned at her friend and corrected, “She doesn't look 28 to me. In fact, in that outfit, I would have thought she only graduated high school last year!” “Um, thank you,” I mumbled, blushing and not sure of what to say. “The point is,” Melissa continued, “You've returned to help your school's pathetic cheerleaders, and we think that's unfair. So now, you're going to help our team get motivated!” As the girls laughed, I said in disbelief, “But I don't want to help our rival cheerleaders!” “Well you won't have much choice,” Barbie informed me. “Your ours now!” “Get your clothes off,” Melissa instructed me. “What?” I couldn't believe my ears. These high school girls had gotten me into their van, and now they expected me to strip? “What for...” Barbie knelt down on the floor and started to run her fingers up my leg. “It's, like, all part of the plan, Jenna. Now we could tie you up and gag you, and cut off your little cheerleader uniform...” “All right, I get it. You want to humiliate me,” I tried to sound brave even as I nervously undid the buttons on my cheerleader top. The girls just grinned at me. I was a little amazed at how easily I complied with the demand. I suppose I had been anxious to get out of these clothes anyway. And the things the girls had been discussing with me earlier in the day did have me feeling loose and daring. I supposed taking a ride in the back of a van in just my underwear would not be so bad. But as soon as I had the sweater completely off and discarded, Melissa said, “Remove your bra, too.” “Why!” I asked, blushing at the thought. Barbie only laughed, “Yeah, like, show us your tits!” Greatly embarrassed, still, I didn't feel like I could put up a fight. I was trapped. Sitting straight up with my back against the upholstered front seat, I shyly reached around to unclasp the hook on my flimsy bra. When the straps fell off my shoulders, I simply tossed the delicate undergarment at the two girls, and then placed my hands in my lap. I was bare-chested and my nipples were sticking straight out! “Christiana, do you have the air-conditioning on high back here?” Melissa called out to her friend. “Someone looks pretty chilly!” “Well, she's going to get even more chilly,” Barbie laughed. “Skirt next, Jenna!” I had just started to lift up my hands to cover my breasts and hide my erect nipples, but now I found that would need my fingers to undo the button and zipper on the remainder of my outfit. For a moment I pleaded with my captors, only to have them smile wickedly at me. I lowered my eyes and concentrated on popping open the button. As soon as I pulled down the small zipper, Barbie reached out and whipped the fabric right off my body! I was left sitting there in my little red panties. First I tried to cover my crotch, then I just raised my arms and crossed them over my boobs. “Nice undies!” Melissa pointed and laughed. “OK, so you've had your fun,” I replied. “Now I think you had better take me back to the school...” “Oh, we will,” Barbie said as she slid herself up against the passenger side front seat, right next to me. The blonde teenager casually placed her hand on my bare stomach, and started to trace circles around my navel. I was breathless. It tickled at first, but also felt really good! She let her fingers wander, until they came into contact with my panties. Playfully, she tugged the elastic away from my skin and snapped it back against my body. And then she actually slid her hand inside the front of the red silky material! “Hmmm,” the girl commented. “I think it's time to see Jenna's bush!” “Oh my,” I gasped as Barbie removed her hand, but not before she had teased her fingers through my pubic hair. Melissa watched as I shivered and blushed, then said, “You heard her, Jenna... take them off!” “But... But,” I stammered, “then you'll see me naked!” “That's the idea,” the black-haired temptress answered. “So unless you want Barb here to remove them with her teeth...” “All right, all right, I'll do it!” I whined, and straightened myself to a kneeling position. The truth was, I was getting pretty aroused, and I didn't want these girls to find out just how much this was turning me on. I shifted my body so that my back was to the girls, and I was facing the driver's headrest. I noticed Christiana glanced in the rearview mirror and winked at me. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and peeled them down my hips and thighs. By the time they reached my knees on the carpeted floor, the girls whistled at the sight of my round and curvy, fully naked behind on display. My cheeks turning bright red, I actually stood up o I could let the fabric fall gently to my feet. One by one, I lifted my legs and stepped out of my underwear. I was left wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and socks. They told me to face forward again, and I reluctantly did so with my hands clutching my body. I mean I had one arm hugging tight against my boobs, and with the other, placed a palm over my bush. The rival cheerleaders had me nude and vulnerable, and I wasn't sure what might happen next. Melissa gathered up my clothes, the uniform and bra and panties, and started moving toward the back of the van. I figured she was going to put them somewhere for safekeeping. Instead, with the bundle cradled in one arm, she popped open the lock on the back doors, and swung one of them open! “Hey!” I called out, even crawling forward a few steps on my hands and knees. But I was helpless to watch as Melissa tossed all my clothes out of the van! They tumbled to the street and scattered, and as I reached the edge of the cargo space, I saw for the first time that we were driving down a residential street. We weren't going very fast, so with the one door still hanging open, it was easy enough for the girls to stand steadily on their feet. The two cheerleaders took me by the wrists, and slowly brought me to a standing position as well. “Oncoming traffic!” Christiana called from the driver's seat. With that cue, Melissa and Barbie spun me around, so that my butt was practically hanging out of the van, They held onto me tight, and of course I didn't want to fall out, so I stood as still as I could. Then on the other side of the road, coming in the opposite direction, a car rolled past us on the left. As the driver of that car checked his mirror, my bare ass was on display, mooning him the whole time! There was a honk of appreciation, and the two younger girls laughed. “All right, ladies, we're almost home...” our driver, Christiana, announced. “Home?” I squealed as Barbie pinched my nipples and pulled me further inside the van. Melissa closed the rear door again, and then explained, “Well, it will be your new home so to speak. We certainly think you will give us a home field advantage!” I really had no idea what they were talking about. Pouting in frustration, I sat my bottom on one of the side seats, and rubbed my poor titties. Concentrating on my surroundings, I could feel the van make a turn and then start slowing down. I realized now that with my clothes gone, I pretty much had to do whatever they said. But I wondered just how far they would go with this little game. When the van came to a complete stop, the ignition was turned off, and I heard Christi open her door and hop out. A few moments passed, my heart beating faster. My legs were crossed, and in a nervous habit, I was bobbing one foot up and down furiously. I was so anxious and excited at the same time! And then the panel door slid all the way open, and the girls began to disembark from the passenger side. “Come on, Jenna, what are you waiting for?” dark-haired Melissa teased. I shyly stuck my head outside, and saw that we were in a parking lot. “Please don't make me get out... I'm totally naked!” “Well that's your fault,” Barbie said in an accusing tone of voice. “It serves you right, a grown woman dressing up in a high school cheerleader's outfit! You were showing off your tits and ass in that uniform, so now you're going to show it all, without it!” Holding my bare breasts with one arm, I hesitantly gave the blonde teenager my other hand so she could help me out onto the pavement, I was glad at least for my sneakers as I stepped onto the blacktop. But my pussy was exposed completely and I know all their eyes were fixed on my trim black bush. I tried to get my bearings as the door was shut behind me and locked. Here I was naked, in a strange parking lot with three students from our rival high school! Finally when Barbie let go of my hand, I was able to regain some modestly by placing my palm over my crotch. And then I turned around to see a large building... “Oh my gosh!” I cried. “This is your high school! I shouldn't be here... not like this!” I was so embarrassed! I never thought I would be on our rival school's property in my birthday suit. I blushed all over, thinking about those kids seeing me exposed like this. But of course, it was a weekend, so it seemed no one else was around. The girls started walking toward the building. I looked over my bare shoulder, back toward the locked van. I even thought about running away. But then I figured, maybe if I played along with them, they would take me safely back to my school where I could get dressed again. Calling out for my captors to wait up, I started jogging behind them. Although my firm breasts were held snugly in my one arm, I know my butt jiggled with my motions. Three teenage cheerleaders turned around to laugh at me. “Follow us, then, cutie!” Melissa waggled her finger as she headed up the steps toward the front doors. For the first time, I noticed that Christiana had a bulky black tote bag slung over her shoulder. Nervously I asked, “You mean we’re going in there?” “Yeah, the school is open for the janitors to clean on the weekend,” blonde Barbie stated the obvious. “If you’re lucky, they are the only ones here, and maybe they won’t see you.” “Maybe…” Christiana chuckled and made her way into the lobby. So with hands clasped over my pussy, I entered the high school of these devious girls. I was constantly looking all around, my brunette ponytail swishing as I swung my head left and right. The place truly did seem deserted. I hoped that the custodians were busy on the higher levels. But then again, I had no idea where I was being taken! We turned around a corner and began walking down the hall. The rubber bottom of my sneakers squeaked as I shuffled along the polished tile floors. This only served to heighten my awareness of my nudity, since my sneakers were the only items I was wearing! At the seem time, the idea of being in this totally unfamiliar setting, the high school of our cross-town rivals no less, had me very excited. Unfortunately, this meant my nipples were rock hard and practically sticking straight up. Before long, I realized I was being led further away from the corridors that had classrooms, and entering an entirely different wing of the building. But the further we moved away from the entrance and where the girls had parked their van, the more anxious I was growing. Finally, we stopped before the huge double doors of what appeared to be their gym. Melissa ushered me inside, and I kind of snuck in a bit hesitantly at first. I mean, I wasn’t sure if I should expect the bleachers to be packed with students, and me on display! Amazingly, that thought had me both blushing and squeezing my breasts at the same time. The gym, however, was empty. I wandered around, almost in a daze, taking in the strange sight of their sports teams’ championship flags. I was in enemy territory now, and I even lowered my arms submissively as I turned around, lost amid this unreal situation. “Listen up,” the dark-haired girl said approaching me. “There’s a couple of things we would like you to do for us, and you had best behave if you expect a ride back to your school!” I then saw that Christiana was unpacking her bag, pulling out what appeared to be a collapsible stand… like a tripod! She then took out a video camera, and I watched as she checked the components and mounted it on the stand. Swallowing a lump of fear, I asked Melissa, “What… what is it you expect me to do?” “Well this is all part of a larger plan,” the teenager chuckled. “But for starters, Jenna, you can jog a lap around the gym.” The red light on the camera went on, and I knew they were all waiting to see what I would do. I guess a quick run around the gym didn’t seem too bad. But the fact that they were capturing it on tape was horribly embarrassing. “Isn’t there some other way?” I started to protest… SMACK! Melissa palm came down on my naked ass, causing to jump a little and squeal. So finally I began bouncing forward on the toes of my sneakers, gathering up moderate speed. I pumped my arms of course as I ran along one side of the gym, which left my bare breasts heaving up and down. My ponytail streamed out behind me, rising and falling against the back of my neck. As I started to work up a sweat, I felt a bead of perspiration trickle down my stomach, but also another kind of wetness between my legs. I made the full course, and returned to these rival cheerleaders a bit winded, but not out of breath. Hearing the persistent whirl of the video camera, I self-consciously slung an arm across my boobs and covered my crotch. “What next?” Barbie asked eagerly, clapping her hands. “Oh, I know … nude jumping jacks!” My eyes went wide in shock, although maybe part of me had once fantasized about doing calisthenics back in school, totally naked. “Come on, Jenna,” Melissa urged, “Do you think you can give us twenty? Let’s see how good of shape you are really in.” Christiana made a comment that she liked the shape of my body. Blushing, all I could do was close my eyes and mentally prepare myself, as I lowered my arms to my sides. Poised on the tips of my sneakers, I made a small leap in the air and spread my legs apart. At the same time, I lifted my arms and touched my hands when they were above my head. I bounced back to the hardwood floor of the high school gymnasium, then repeated the motions. Completely exposed, my tits jiggled uncontrollably, in a symmetrical up and down circular pattern. As I continued to open and close my legs with each jump, I was afraid that my labia were hanging down, and even my clitoris might be poking out. This was so humiliating! The girls remained silent; the only sounds seemed to be the running video recorder and the squeak of my shoes rubbing off the floor. When I hit twenty (yes, I was counting in my head to keep my mind off of my nudity) I stopped and let my arms dangle at my sides. Strands of my brown hair had come loose, and I know my body was flushed. Christina bent down behind the camera and took something else out of her black tote bag. It looked like it was some kind of long, plastic object with a base that had suction cups to stick to the floor. This, she fixed to the ground and then Melissa pointed at me. “Now we would like you to squat down over there and ride that thing… you’re going to have a huge orgasm!” Well, out of curiosity, I took a couple of steps and crouched down, even running my hand along the length of the clear rubber shaft. It was pretty tempting, but I really didn’t want to pleasure myself in front of these girls. Especially on a sex toy, in the gym of our rival high school! Still, I knew I didn’t have much choice here, but I pleaded, “Please… isn’t there something else I could do?” The girls huddled together for a moment, and then Melissa asked if I would rather let Barbie give me a spanking. My body tingled at the thought, and I said, yes I would. But after these cheerleaders made me stand up again, Christina hopped back behind the camera, and I was told to really ask the blonde teenager to give me a spanking. “Please…” I started, and I could picture the camera zooming in on my full pouting lips. “I really want you to spank me, Barbie!” The blonde teenager let the request linger for a minute, so I asked again, making it sound like I was desperate for her to paddle my bare bottom. Then she told me to turn around, and get down on my hands and knees. I immediately did as I was instructed, my butt sticking up in the air and my pussy lips visible from behind. Barbie calmly walked over to my side and knelt down, staying just out of camera shot, I imagined. She did pause to place her hand on my lower back, which felt nice. And then she glided a finger up the crack of my ass… “Ooooh,” I let out a moan. SMACK! Just like that, the teen’s hand fell across my bare cheek. A few more quick swats and now my butt was really jiggling. I also felt that warm, naughty feeling growing between my legs even as she continued to spank me in front of the camera. The sensation of her palm striking my naked skin was electric, and if she kept this up, I knew I was going to cum! “Mmmmph!” I tried not to scream as my body quivered and finally shook with an orgasm. “Oh my, you bad, bad girl!” Barbie teased, emphasizing each word with one more slap of her hand. “First you try to help those nasty cheerleader friends of yours, and now you have an orgasm in our high school gym!” “Looks like we got what we wanted after all,” Melissa noted. “That’s a wrap!” Christiana added, saying how she closed on a tight shot of my reddened behind and puckered anus. The rival cheerleaders then gave me a moment to slump to the floor and let me recover, the hard polished wood cool against my overheated skin. After a few minutes, they actually gave me a hand, to lift me to my feet. When I started to regain my senses, I also tried to preserve some modesty and clasped my hands over my wet pussy. “Now here is the plan,” Melissa started while the ginger-haired teen packed up her gear. “We are now in possession of a very entertaining tape. One, which I don’t think you would want many people to see.” I gasped, raising a hand to my mouth, realizing I had just been set up. “But, why?” “Well, Jenna, we needed something pretty powerful to make you do what we are going to ask you.” The dark-haired teenager explained. “This is about school rivalry and creating a psychological advantage over own cross-town opponents. Next weekend we have a football scrimmage game against your team. It’s not official, but we really want to beat your school.” “So how do I fit into all of this?” I was truly puzzled. “Do you want me to stop working with our cheerleaders? OK, I promise, just don’t release that tape…” Barbie snuck up behind me and slowly rubbed my glowing ass. “Oh no, Jenna, we want you to cheer. But we want you to cheer for our side!” “Never!” I cried, clenching my fists at my sides. Melissa stepped forward, and flicked my now exposed nipples. “Oh, but you will. And there’s one more catch… for every touchdown that our team scores… you will remove a piece of your uniform!” “What? You want me to strip in front of everyone?” I asked in disbelief. “We don’t know how many points our guys will score.” Christiana said, patting her tote bag. “But if you don’t cooperate, then the whole team will see this video!” “So are you motivated?” Melissa traced her finger between my breasts, down my stomach and made a circle around my belly button. Defeated, trapped, I could only nod yes, and then hang my head in shame. Barbie grabbed two handfuls of my butt cheeks and squeezed, adding, “Then I know our boys will be motivated, too!” At that point, I was still stunned, still dazed by all that had happened. I followed the girls out of the gym, as we made our way back through the school. Part of me remained on alert, for any stray janitors who might be sweeping the hallways. But I was also preoccupied with this new situation I found myself in. How would I explain this to the cheerleaders from my school? I had time to think about this as we left the building, and I cautiously stepped into the parking lot while holding my hands over my pubic mound. We piled into the van again, and headed down the road, toward my former high school. At least it seemed these girls were going to hold their end of the bargain and return me to the safety of my clothes. I had no doubt they would follow through with their threat, if I failed to cooperate. All this made me chew my fingernails nervously, one leg crossed over the other, as we continued through the streets of town. They dumped me unceremoniously out in the school’s rear parking lot, practically kicking me out of the vehicle. The teenagers drove off out of sight, leaving me to hurry to the back door to the locker rooms. Fortunately, the doors weren’t locked. I figured it had been a couple of hours since I had been abducted. I jogged naked between the benches, quickly finding the spot where I had left my clothes. My good fortune continued, as the pile appeared undisturbed. Just as I was about to pull on my panties, the front door burst open and the cheerleaders from my school filed into the room. “Jenna!” the captain, Suzie, called out. “I thought you had left to go home!” Startled, I kind of just stood there, while some of the girls laughed at seeing me totally nude. “Um… well… I decided to stay behind, and watch you continue practicing in secret. You know, to see how you would do without me around?” “Oh, but why are you naked?” the slim brunette girl asked. I half-heartedly dropped my panties to the floor and answered, “I guess I thought I would take a shower before going home…” “Well you look like you just had some wild sex,” Suzie remarked. Blushing, I tried to think of an explanation, while the girls were staring at my erect nipples and juicy pussy lips puffed out. “Um… well, you know that routine you girls have been working on is really hot. You did it so good, I guess I got a little excited!” The cheerleading captain only arched her eyebrow, but as the other girls giggled among themselves, I could tell they were pleased to hear of my reaction. I guess they figured if their moves were that stimulating, they must be on the right track. Finally they let me continue stripping so I could take that shower I had mentioned. The soap and water did feel really good, but it was also embarrassing taking a shower in a room full of teenage girls. My nipples were hard the whole time, but I dare not touch myself and bring myself to another orgasm! “That was sweet of you,” Suzie said when the others finally left. “I mean building up their confidence like that. You have been such a great help to us, and to the school. Will we see you at next week’s scrimmage game?” Dressed now in only a towel, my ears turned bright red. I felt so guilty! Maybe I should have told the girl what had happened, and that their rivals from the other school were forcing me to cheer on their side… and strip for their team. But I couldn’t find the words. So with tears nearly brimming in my eyes, I simply nodded and managed a weak smile. Then Suzie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek to show her appreciation, before dashing out the door of the locker room. * * * * * * * * Next weekend arrived, and I was feeling pretty bad about what I was going to do. But I just couldn’t let those other girls show that videotape around. I think I would die of embarrassment if people saw what I had done. Not only running around a high school gym stark naked, but also doing naked jumping jacks, and being spanked on my naked ass until I had an orgasm! What if the tape was shown to people I knew, people I worked with? I just couldn’t let that happen, so I found myself driving up to the school of our rival cheerleaders. They had left one of their uniforms for me to change into. Instead of the red and white of my school, these were black, and trimmed with gold and had the lettering done in emerald green. I took a deep breath, alone in the locker room, and then got undressed. I found that the pleated skirt fit nicely around my hips, but came down to just below my crotch. And the top was a little tight, plus leaving my tummy exposed. This was going to be so humiliating… I tied my hair in a ponytail and checked myself out in the mirror one more time. With my white sneakers and ankle-high socks, I suppose I did look pretty sassy. Still, I would not be wearing this uniform for long, if my school’s team didn’t play good defense! I grabbed the pom-poms that were left for me, and headed out onto the field. By the time I reached the side where our opponents were, Melissa and Barbie and Christiana were already waiting for me dressed in similar cheerleader outfits. But there were also another dozen girls eyeing me suspiciously, as well as the high school senior boys who made up the football team. I didn’t know if I should feel awkward about being in my mid-twenties among all these teenagers, but the guys sure had some interesting comments to make about body. When I looked out across the field, I saw the team representing my school, and the cheerleaders I had helped train as well. Also, there seemed to be more people who looked like high school students gathering along the sidelines. Before I realized it, there must have been a hundred people showing up today! I turned around, and almost walked right into Suzie Meyers, come to greet me. “There you are, Jenna! What the hell do you think you are doing?” Melissa stepped to my side before I could explain, “I’m sorry, honey, but it seems your little prize helper has had a change of heart. It seems she’s willing to cheer for whichever side offers the most incentive…” “Incentive?” Suzie was shocked, still regarding me in their rival’s school colors with disgust. “Are they paying you to join their side? You greedy bitch!” “No, Suzie, it’s not like that…” I started, but the blonde cheerleader had already turned her back on me and was marching across the field. Now I wished I had talked to her about the predicament I was inclined to explain things, and started to go after her, but Melissa put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry about her. Just do your job like we discussed, and everything will be fine.” I continued to watch the young girl stalk back to her fellow cheerleaders. They would all hate me, to think I had switched sides on them. Then I thought, maybe after the game I could tell them what really happened. If only there was some way to help our school win! But for now, I turned to look at dark-haired Melissa, and simply nodded. The players managed to get themselves onto the field and in position to start the game. This was it… an unofficial contest between our rival high schools, played on a mid-summer’s Saturday afternoon. The school I was being forced to cheer for, won the coin-flip, and their team started with possession of the ball. After they made their first play, the girls broke into one of their spirited routines, and I clumsily followed along. OUR DEFFENSE IS DAZZLING, OUR OFFENSE HOT STUFF WE’RE THE MIGHTY SHAMROCKS, AND WE’RE TOUGH, TOUGH, TOUGH! WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU DOWN, SHAKE YOU UP LIKE A VOLCANO ABOUT TO ERUPT MIGHTY SHAMROCKS HERE TO STAY ROCK YOU ALL NIGHT, ROCK YOU ALL DAY! WHOAH, SHAMROCKS! When the cheers were over, I found myself getting caught up in the excitement of the game. I mean, it was wrong for me to be rooting for this team, especially knowing the consequences if they should score a touchdown. Melissa actually came over and said I did a pretty good job. “And don’t forget to smile, Jenna!” blonde-haired Barbie added. Well, I didn’t want to get these girls upset, so I tried to put on my best game face. But I guess I underestimated just how motivated the players for this school were, as they blazed down the field. Suddenly, on the next forward play, they took the ball and ran with it… passing yard after yard, and scoring the game’s first touchdown! Amid the wild cheering on this side of the grass, I stood shocked. It had happened so fast. All I could do was cover my mouth with my pom-poms. But the rival cheerleaders started to break into a victory celebration, and I knew I had to make a decision quick. Looking around, while no one was particularly paying any attention to me, I reached under my skirt and started to pull down my panties. I figured, this way, I might still make it through the game with my outer clothes in place. “Bold move,” Christiana said to me as I discreetly discarded the material on the ground. “But you’re going to have to be careful on our next cheer…” Well, the next cheer had me jumping and lifting my knee, then kicking my leg out while shaking the pom-poms in an open and shut fashion in front of my chest. I realized, I must be flashing my pussy to the other side of the field! And then the players from my school won control of the ball, and I guess my routine somehow inspired them as they started to gain some ground. I watched as the girls from my school did their cheer, one of the routines I had taught them! They did a good job with it, and I actually felt proud for them. Also, it seemed to have the appropriate affect of encouraging the team, and they soon scored a touchdown of their own. The first quarter ended with the game tied. There was a huddle on the field, and some more cheers from my rival’s school, with me conscious of my lack of any underwear. At the end of one routine, Barbie suddenly lifted my skirt, showing the football team my bush! The boys gave out an aggressive growl, and charged down the side of the field, unstoppable. It was another touchdown for them. Melissa came over to me, taking a drink from her water bottle. “So what will be next, Jenna? How about you shed your skirt, and show everybody your bare ass…” “No, not yet!” I cried, trying to sound defiant, but now I was getting really embarrassed. Turning my back to the field, I gripped the bottom of my top where it came down just beneath my boobs, and lifted the fabric up my chest and over my head. I tossed the uniform shirt to the grass at my feet. Now I hoped I could finish the came in my white halter-top. The cheerleaders then started another set of moves, and this had me jiggling around a bit. However, the warm sun did feel good on my bare shoulders. I was trying not to think of my less-than-decent outfit, when Barbie walked in front of me. “I think we should make this next cheer more interesting…” And with that, the mischievous blonde sprayed water all over my white sports-bra! “Oh!” I gasped, and watched the material turn semitransparent. Of course, all the excitement of the game and the little stripping I had done so far, made me kind of aroused. My nipples were erect and sticking out quite prominently. The sight of my wet titties must have further excited their football team, as in a matter of a few plays, they were in the end zone scoring yet another touch down! The crowd of teenagers went wild, and even I had to lick my lips in anticipation, wondering what I would do next. Well, the choice was pretty clear: either I go topless, or bottomless! I couldn’t believe it had already come to this, and we were just minutes away from half time. Finally, I decided that I did not want to spend the rest of the game with my bush and butt on display. So I took a moment to collect myself, and then slowly peeled the halter top off my body. My firm and perky breasts bounced deliciously, free of the wet clingy material. Quickly, I grabbed the pom-poms and held them in front of my chest. I tried to do the next routine with these rival cheerleaders without moving my arms out of the way. But the girls who were blackmailing me with that tape, frowned at my inhibited motions. They said I wasn’t doing it right. So for the grand finale, just before the end of the first half, I was told do the cheer out in front, while the rest of the squad formed a kick line behind me. The cheer ended with me striking a pose, fists on my hips. I listened to the crowd of students whistling and yelling all sorts of remarks, as I stood blushing in just my skirt, sneakers, and socks! As the players regrouped on their respective sides of the football field, the cheerleaders formed a loose circle around me. Some of the girls teased me about my naked breasts. Some of them laughed about my rock hard nipples. Suddenly into our midst, Suzie pushed her way through, and I could see she was enraged. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove!” she said storming up to me. “Was this your plan all along?” I tried to calm her down, but could barely get in a word, “No, please…” “Well let me tell you, Jenna, it isn’t going to work. Our team is going to beat you and your new friends! And we’ll do it with skill, not because of some nudie strip tease!” And then she reached out, and squeezed my breasts really hard! “Ahhh!” I groaned. “All right, get back to your own camp!” Melissa came to my rescue, giving Suzie a little shove. “Jenna is our property now, so hands off!” The blonde captain of my former high school’s cheerleading team shot me one last murderous glance. And then she turned on her heel and headed back across the field. The game was about to resume in a few moments. Barbie tried to soothe me by rubbing her hands up and down my bare back, and Melissa even teased her fingers around my areolas. “Aw, don’t worry,” the dark-haired teenager said. “You’re doing a great job. And the way your team is playing, I doubt we have to score any more points! But I don’t think our boys are thinking about that… one more touch down, and you have to get naked!” My face must have turned bright red, thinking about all these people who might see me. I shyly crossed my arms over my swelling breasts, while rubbing the toe of my sneaker behind one leg. But soon someone was blowing a whistle, and the third quarter had begun. Again, when it came time to run through our cheerleading routines, I tried to preserve some modesty my keeping my pom-poms over my tits. There was just no way, however, I could avoid all the jumping and stretching. And, well, I guess I was getting into the spirit, and it did feel nice to have my boobs flopping up and down and all around as I repeated the motions. Then something interesting happened. It seemed the players from my team, were just as motivated to see me topless on the sidelines, and I suppose they were a little envious too of the show their opponents were getting. This caused them to come out much more aggressive in the second half. They scored a touch down first, and moved within seven points of a tie. Secretly, I clapped my hands, but I could see Melissa’s lip curl in a sneer. Well, my old high school didn’t stop there! I watched as the other girls I had helped practice now urged them on… and in the closing moments of the third quarter, they had scored another touch down. We were all even! Now Melissa and the cheerleaders who had taken me, tried to counter with some new tactics. They had me run up and down the sideline, completely topless and arms at my sides. Everyone on that part of the field was checking me out, and my nipples pointed toward the bright sunny sky. But as the last quarter opened, my school’s team continued to press their advantage. Maybe the player’s on their rival’s team were too busy thinking about my nearly naked body, to concentrate on the game. There was a fumble… one of our players took the ball, and made a desperate run for the end zone! Another touch down! My school’s team had now taken the lead! Beaming with pride, I walked up to Melissa sitting on the bench, my tits practically in her face. “I think I’ll be keeping this skirt on, after all!” “We’ll see, Jenna. The game’s not over yet,” she replied. Unfortunately, I had spoken too soon. With only a handful of minutes remaining, the opposing team that I had been forced to cheer for, found a last reserve of adrenaline. Maybe they had a pep talk of their own, and the boys realized that my modesty was on the line. Whatever it was, they suddenly blazed past my school’s stunned defense, and scored a touch down to tie the game. I was pretty stunned myself. I think the whole crowd of students was stunned. It seemed everything went incredibly quiet, as all eyes turned to my quivering form. My hands cupped over my breasts, I turned to look at Melissa. “Please don’t make me take off the skirt… you know I’m not wearing anything beneath it!” The teen cheerleader now stood up and smiled. “A deal’s a deal, Jenna. For every touch down our team scores, you must remove a piece of your uniform. Unless you want me to have copies made of that tape, for every person at this game…” “No, no!” I cried putting out my hand. “You promised to destroy that video, if I went along with your instructions. All right, I’ll continue stripping. But you sure are tough!” I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my hips. Basically, I just needed to pop the button and I could shimmy the short skirt down my legs. This was so embarrassing… in a few seconds I would be nude in front of everybody! I felt the material fall to my ankles, and I shyly lifted my legs to step out of the uniform skirt. There was a pause, as all the spectators and players took in sight of my naked body… they could see EVERYTHING! “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…” I kept saying, before finally clasping my hands over my pussy. The crowd cheered wildly, and I was only partially aware that the game was now going into over time. The game had to continue! I spun around, showing the people on the other side of the field my totally bare butt. Unsure of how much more I could take, since I was getting horny as well as embarrassed, I just hoped one of the teams would score first. I didn’t care which side it was! But apparently my work was not done just yet. Melissa made me join the cheerleaders as we broke into a rallying cheer… and me up front, in only my socks and sneakers! Following the routine, I had to twist and gyrate my hips, bending over and lifting the pom-poms high in the air. My naked rear jiggled as I pranced through the choreographed steps, and when I stood with feet shoulder-width apart, my pink pussy lips peeked out. Well, such a brazen display of female nudity certainly emboldened the boys, and my rival high school’s football team quickly scored a sudden death touch down! Now they grouped for a huddle, likely discussing how they could run the clock. In these final moments, Melissa told me to take off my shoes and socks. “But that will leave me completely naked, from head to toe!” I cried. “Besides, you said only one item had to be removed…” Melissa crossed her arms and frowned at me. “That was for the regular game. We’re in overtime now, so the rules change. Hurry up and get them off!” Meekly, I lowered myself to one knee in the grass as I unlaced my sneaker. Pulling off the sock, I then sat my bare butt on the ground and removed the last items from my other foot. When I stood up again, I realized that I was now totally nude, not wearing a stitch of clothing in front of a hundred people! I wiggled my toes in the grass, which tickled the bottoms of my feet. Suddenly, I felt a wave of excitement flutter in my tummy and my nipples grew very erect. I just thought of a way I could help my school and the cheerleaders I had let down! The rival players were setting up for the field kick, to score that extra point. They had their place kicker sent in, and he was right about to attempt the goal. Out of nowhere, I bolted from the sidelines, and ran stark naked across the field! Not covering up or anything, my boobs bounced and undulated, and I ran at an angle so that my bush was in full view of the kicker. My bare feet flying over the grass, I streaked the high school football exhibition! The teenage boy’s eyes went wide at the sight of my unclothed body moving closer, but he was already mid-stride into his punt. Well, he was too distracted and hit the ball at a wrong angle, and the kick went off-line. No extra point! As I raced across the field, I made it to the other side and dashed over to Suzie and her cheerleaders. The fans here were already cheering at the missed field goal attempt, and now they had a naked mascot back in their camp! “Jenna, that was unbelievable!” one of the girls shouted. Another girl gave me a welcome back hug, my bare tits crushing the fabric of her sweater, and as her hands reached behind me, she squeezed my butt cheeks, lifting me up on my toes! I then stood back on the sidelines with my own school, and although I was pretty embarrassed to be seen like this, I did not hide my breasts and pussy. I wanted to give some motivation to our players! Well, once they were in possession of the ball again, one of the boys made a daring rush toward the end zone. He passed right in front of us, but there was a couple of opposing players right on his tail. I quickly started rubbing my pubic mound, and even began flicking my clitoris. When I let out a moan of pent up sexual frustration, the two tackles tripped over themselves, and our boy went on to score a game tying touch down. Unfortunately, having started to masturbate myself, I found I couldn’t stop! Being out here in the sunshine, absolutely naked… all these young people looking at my ass and watching what I was doing! I squeezed my breasts and continued to rub my clit as our team prepared for a field goal kick with seconds left to go. Seconds left before I would cum! “Aaah… Mmmmm… Oh, yes! Yes!” I couldn’t believe I was going to have an orgasm in public like this! I really didn’t know if people were paying attention to the action on the field, or what was going on between my legs. My toes curled in the grass, only adding to the sensuality of the situation, and my hands roamed all over my bare body. With my eyes closed, I lost myself to the sounds surrounding me, and the exquisite sensation of my finger slipping in and out of my pussy. I heard the punt of a football… and then a loud roar from the people around me! As I exploded with a massive orgasm, I knew our team had made the goal and won the game. The students rushed onto the field to congratulate the players, as the defeated rivals sulked off to their school’s locker rooms. The girls formed a protective circle around me, as I recovered from my climax. “Wow, Jenna… I knew you said you would do anything to help us win, but that was, like, unreal!” With my knees still weak, and leaning on one of the young ladies for support, I finally told them what had happened, and why I had started out the day on the other side. Suzie looked at me closely and asked, “But aren’t you afraid that they will show that tape now, since you helped us anyway?” “Well,” I started, and was feeling suddenly conscious of the fact that I was still naked, “I guess after what I just did out here, it really doesn’t matter. It was more important to help my school.” The girls all gathered around and gave me a group hug, which only had the affect of rubbing the soft material of their uniforms against my bare skin. Then, when the crowd had dispersed some, they led me back to my car in the parking lot. I walked with an arm across my breasts and palm over my crotch the whole way. But that didn’t prevent some playful slapping and pinching of my ass. Of course, I had to drive home naked… THE END

Jess and the Piercing by 17yearsofsex Jess gets her hood pierced while my buddy & I watch. If you have read any of the previous Jess stories you know that there are a few things that drive Jess's sexuality and our sexual relationship: Exhibitionism, big cocks, and rough sex. About 9 months into our relationship Jess moved in with me, which was like a fan to the already hot flame. Our relationship, as sexual as it was from the beginning, went to whole new levels. We indulged our fantasies and fetishes and fed our sexuality at every turn. Everything was elevated and pushed beyond any boundaries that we may have had before. Essentially, Jess was transforming into the epitome of the persona that we talked about in our fantasies. She literally strived to live out every fantasy and act on every obsession every chance she had. This was amazing but could also be destructive to our relationship and our relationships with others. Her sexiness and the no holds barred approach alienated some couples and even a neighbor. Women just could not handle their men staring at Jess or would be completely offended by her exhibitionism or all out nudity at times. She never came onto their men, but she wanted them to look, and she wanted them to desire her. I wanted the same, and that just does not fly with most other women who were very protective of their husbands or boyfriends. When it came to exhibitionism Jess was well beyond never having a bra on and her nipples poking through her shirts. In the morning, around my house she almost always only wore just a wife-beater tank top or a longer thin t-shirt and nothing else. They would come down just past her ass, but any slight movement exposed her ass and pussy to whomever was around. She knew it, and I loved it. I had the privilege of being able to look at her nude anytime I wanted, but I would still try and catch glimpses of her goodies in the morning just like a stranger would need to do. What a turn on for me. When we started to date Jess was only 20 years old and I was 32. This story takes place a little more than a year into our relationship, the summer before Jess turned 22. Jess is 5'6" tall, with long blond hair, dark eyes, and full firm breasts. Her nicely long torso, flat tight stomach, long legs, perfect ass, gorgeous tight small bald pussy with beautiful lips, and killer (almost innocent) smile top it all off. She IS the complete package, trust me. On weekend mornings we would drink coffee on our back patio. Sometimes we would sit at the table, other times we would sit in the outdoor patio chairs that faced the water. We live on the water and there are no fences between the houses and although the cul-de-sac we live on has large homes, they are pretty close together like most waterfront communities. Our neighbor Tom always found a reason to come by to chat with us on the mornings we were out there. He knew he was always going to be treated to Jess's hard nipples poking through the thin material of whatever she was wearing that morning. On the mornings she wore a white tank top he could make out her nipples through the thin fabric. Now that Jess had moved in Tom began to get more of an eyeful than ever before, and more frequently. As I said, Jess had begun to push everything to its limits, and coffee in the morning was no different. I recall two mornings where things seemed to turn a corner. On the first morning Jess was in a t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Tom had stopped by, and Jess got up to refill her coffee. She stood up from the table and turned to go in the house. We were sitting on the lower patio and in order to enter the house, Jess would have to go up 4 steps. Even as she got up and started to walk away you could just make out the bottom curves of her sexy ass as the T-shirt came just to the edge of her ass cheeks. Then as she started up the stairs to go into the house, more and more of her ass came into view with each step due to the angle of where we were sitting. With the elevated angle to the top of the stairs almost her entire ass was on display for Tom and me. Not only that, but Jess also has one of those pussies where she has nice thigh gap, so from behind, depending on how she is standing, you can make out some or most of her pussy lips. The natural posture of leaning forward as she went up the stairs, combined with the motion of climbing stairs one leg at a time, gave us brief but exceptional views of Jess's smooth and beautiful pussy lips from behind. Jess typically knows what she is doing when she is flashing or giving someone a glimpse, but later, when I told her what we had been able to see, she was surprised and said she did not realize you could see that much. When she returned with her fresh cup of coffee, we got the frontal view this time, at the same angle. The t-shirt reached a few inches past her pussy in the front but with her being elevated from our point of view we could clearly see up her t-shirt as she approached us to come down the stairs. We were both watching, and we were both treated to a quick but very clear view of her beautiful bald pussy. I love the way Jess's pussy is shaped and positioned because from the front you get this beautiful slit that shows her small lips and from behind you can see the rest of her pussy. When I glanced at Tom, I could see in his eyes that he was taking in the full splendor of her pussy. The second morning I'm recounting was like the first, but at the same time different and better. On this Saturday morning I was sitting on the upper level of the patio. Tom saw me from his dock, waved, and came by to say hello. I asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee. I think he may have been disappointed that Jess was not out there for him to stare at, but he still said yes to the coffee. I asked him to sit down, and I went inside to get him a cup. As I entered the door, I saw Jess in the kitchen getting coffee for herself. "Are you coming outside?" I asked. "Yes, I was going to," she replied. "Can you bring Tom a cup of coffee too?" "Yes of course," she replied. I went back outside and sat down at the table. Tom was sitting across from me and from our vantage point we could both turn our heads and see the door that leads into the house. As Jess opened the door, we both turned to look. Jess came out holding 2 cups of coffee. She was wearing a very thin light blue top. I believe this top might have been a nightgown of sorts, or maybe it was meant to be a thin top to wear over something else. Either way, it was very soft and very thin. You could easily make out her areoles through the material, and her nipples, which were always in some state of erection, were hard and poking through it like the shirt was not even there. It was by far the most transparent thing I remember her wearing around Tom to this point. The shirt was not tight and form fitting, but instead hung loosely draped across her firm 34C breasts. The shirt fit a bit more snuggly over her hips. Typically, the shirts she wore would come down to just below her pussy, but this shirt ended right at the bottom of her lips. It was subtle but if you looked closely, you could make out the curves of her pussy lips as they disappeared between her legs. I don't know if Tom caught a glimpse of her pussy lips or not, because he may have been staring at her nipples through the near transparent shirt. Tom nor I said a word as she approached the table. As she did, the tension of the moment made me feel that I needed to say something about how she was dressed. Tom was our neighbor after all, and I needed to make sure things did not get out of hand with someone so close to home. "Looks like someone just rolled out of bed and is still in her nightgown," I joked. Jess gave Tom his coffee and sat down at the head of the table, with one of us on either side. Nonchalantly, she replied, "Yeah I guess so. I wasn't planning on coming outside right away, but when you asked me to bring Tom a coffee it was just you two and I didn't feel like going to change. I hope you don't mind, Tom" "Not at all. It's your house. Thanks for the coffee," he said. We sipped our coffee while Tom and I enjoyed the view of Jess's nipples through her near transparent shirt. If Tom had ever wondered what Jess's nipples looked like, he clearly knew now. Looking down into Jess's lap I could see that the bottom of her shirt had ridden up and her pelvic area was exposed. She had her legs crossed so you could not make anything out other than the fact that her pussy was shaved completely bald, but it was still very erotic. Tom had the same vantage point as I did from his seat if he chose to look, and I'm sure he did. Jess sat with us for a few minutes then said she was going to take a shower. She stood up, and as she did her shirt stuck to her hips and did not slip back down into place. She casually reached for the sides of the shirt to slip it down, but for a moment Tom and I had a clear, close-up view of that beautiful pussy from the front. Even with her shirt pulled down you could still see a slight bit of her lips below it. As Jess turned to walk away, we could see the shirt did not fully cover her ass cheeks either. We could also see through her thigh gap to the bottom curves of her tight pussy lips. The glimpses were ever so brief, but I was looking and so was Tom. I am sure he enjoyed the view as much as I did. Tom finished his coffee and said he had to be going. After he left, I went inside and found Jess in the shower, "That nightgown may have been a bit much with Tom out there, babe. We live next to these people and don't need Carol getting completely pissed off. She already doesn't like how Tom stares at you. I don't think she even knows Tom comes over here every Saturday while she's at the gym." "Whatever. He's always sneaking peaks of me when I am in a t-shirt so what's the big deal? I'm hung over, and I just didn't feel like changing. It's nothing he hasn't seen before," she replied from the other side of the shower door. I stripped off my clothes, opened the door, and joined Jess in the shower. My dick was already hard from watching her in the shower through the clear glass. "Letting him get some peeks that could be seen as accidental is different than having everything on complete display. I love when you flash - it gets me hard - but I think we need to be a bit more reserved around certain people." She reached down with her soapy hands and started to stroke my dick. "Tom doesn't mind, babe. He is probably at home right now stroking his little dick thinking about it." "How do you know he has a little dick?" I asked. "You can tell. When we're boating and he gets out of the water his bathing suit makes it so obvious. There is not much going on in there. Either way, trust me, he is not unhappy about my morning coffee outfits." We finished our shower of foreplay and I got Jess dried off and onto the bed so I could lick her little pussy to orgasm. It was a great session of morning sex! This is just an example of how her attitude and boldness evolved over time. She always loved being an exhibitionist, and she really likes to flash her pussy when she gets the opportunity. That is how we ended up getting her clitoral hood pierced, without even realizing that getting her hood pierced would be the best thing someone who likes to show off her pussy could do. But we'll come back to that. Let me first tell you how getting her pussy pierced came about. I have always had a thing for a girl with her pussy pierced. Preferably through the hood, and I like a small hoop instead of a bar. Don't get me wrong, it is all hot. But my preference is a thin hoop through the hood where the tension ball will hand down in front or over their clit. Jess has what is called a tulip style pussy (Google it). It's named for how the labia minora resemble a tulip about to bloom. With the tulip shape, her labia minora is slightly visible between the labia majora all the way down her slit, but her labia minora are small and do not hang as in a curtain shaped pussy. I wish I could post a picture at this part of the story so everyone could properly see what Jess's pussy looks like, but hopefully my description helps. The point is, I always thought that if she had a hoop through her hood, it would be on display so nicely because of how her pussy is shaped. Also, her clitoris is barely hidden by her hood, and I thought that the ball of the hoop would provide stimulation to her clit with this type of piercing. I often told Jess of my desire to be with someone who had their pussy pierced, but she was always afraid of the pain of the needle going through her tender pussy. I always thought it was strange that she was afraid of a piercing as she loves the pain of hard, aggressive sex. She also likes hard spankings. I have even used a belt on her before. Not to the point that she was marked for days, but just some mild welting. While it was not her favorite thing, we both had fun with it. All of this made me think it was a little strange that she was afraid of a piercing. I think it was more the idea of the needle and blood that freaked her out. While the idea was not off the table, it was also not something that she was ready to run out the door and get done on a Saturday afternoon. That was until the right Saturday afternoon came around. One Saturday morning Jess and I took our boat across the bay to have brunch at one of our favorite waterfront restaurants. Jess had thrown on a light sundress that fit her snuggly through her breast and mid-section but was looser around her hips and legs. The top was held up with thin spaghetti straps, and it showed off her nice cleavage. No bra of course, and her nipples poked through the solid olive colored dress the way she and I both liked. She did bring a small, cropped jean jacket which she could slip on if she wanted to cover her nipples when we went into the restaurant. Depending on what we are doing Jess may, or may not, wear a thong. Her dress that day was long, coming down to her knees, so she did not wear any panties at all. This was often the norm for her unless she was wearing something very short, and we were going somewhere she should not be panty-less. We sat at a table out on the terrace overlooking the bay. As we wrapped up our meal the plan was to head out onto the water and anchor. We drank a couple mimosas during brunch and decided we wanted to get another drink before we left. After paying the tab, we headed downstairs to the restaurant's outside bar area and pulled up a couple of chairs. We each ordered a drink which then led to a second. It was just one of those days where we were relaxed, the conversation came easily, and we were enjoying what we call "day drinking". The stars were aligned! As we ordered a second drink a friend of mine, John, that I have known since high school, came in with a guy I didn't know. John saw me as he walked in and came over to say hi. I stood to shake his hand and gave him a "bro hug". I introduced him to Jess, and he introduced his friend Marco to the two of us. I invited them to sit down at the bar with us. The waitress brought their drinks as we caught up on what had been going on in his life, etc. John had moved out of the area and was home for the weekend. Mario and Jess were chatting while John and I caught up. Adding old friends to an already great day led to shots and more drinking. I had gotten into a deep discussion with John about his divorce and what he was doing in life. Jess and Mario were talking, seeming to hit it off. Jess was being her flirty fun self but nothing outlandish other than the jean jacket had come off and her cleavage and hard nipples were on display through the thin olive colored sun dress. As John and I were talking I heard Jess say, "You have got to be fucking kidding me." That caught my attention and I turned to them and asked what they were talking about. What I had not mentioned yet is that Mario was covered in tattoos, with full sleaves on each arm. He had his eyebrow and nose pierced as well. Nothing out of the ordinary with that, but then Jess explained what her sudden outburst was about. "Mario is a tattoo artist babe. Not only that, but he also does body piercings," she said. My eyes immediately lit up, "No fucking way," I said. "Yep, he does. I told him that you and I have been talking a lot about piercings and that I was considering getting a few," Jess said. "What do you want to get done?" John chimed in. "I wanted to get my nipples done, and Jim wants me to get my hood pierced. I'm still just thinking about that one though," she said. Mario's eyes immediately scanned Jess from her hard nipples poking through her dress to his eyes glancing down at her crotch area. He looked up and said, "If your nipples were pierced you would be able to see the piercings through this dress, so think about that. Some people don't realize that, and they regret that they can't hide their piercings at work or at other times." "I'm not worried about that so much. I am afraid I might lose sensitivity in my nipples though, and that scares me," Jess replied. Jess has very sensitive nipples. I swear I thought she was going to cum one time from me just licking her nipples. John chimed in, "That scares you more than getting your kitty pierced?" he said. "Getting my hood pierced is just skin. I looked it up and it would not affect the sensitivity of my clit. It might even provide stimulation of my clit from what I read online. At least that is what some women who have had their hoods pierced claim. I also think that I have really nice "kitty", as you called it, and I think it would look great." Jess knew what she was doing by providing that last little bit - making their cocks twitch at the thought of how her kitty would look. "So, Mario, do you have any advice for someone like Jess who wants to get her nipples and pussy pierced?" I asked, "You only live once, and it's better to know than to wonder, I always say. Piercings aren't like tattoos; they're not permanent. I always encourage people to be spontaneous with a piercing and just go for it. Worse thing that happens is you take it out and the hole heals up." Mario said. Then he added, "Just let me know when you want to get it done, I would be more than happy to do it for you on the house." "When will you be at your shop next? We just might have to run up there and get it done," Jess asked. "I am always there. Today this jack ass came in and wouldn't leave until I agreed to go have a drink with him. I am going back there as soon as we finish this one," he said referencing to John. "Look how that turned out, I found you a new customer," John replied. "I think I really want to do this. Babe, could we go now?" Jess asked looking at me. "Well, that is up to you and Mario, if he is up for it. He's had a few drinks," I said. "I could do a piercing with my eyes closed and a full bottle of Jack in me. Tattoos I would never have a drink before I did one, but piercings are easy. I have only had a few. If she is serious, I am happy to do it for her. I am very good at it, and you always want the best when it comes to such sensitive areas." Mario replied jokingly with a wink. "Well babe, it's time to put up or shut up. What do you want to do?" I asked her. "Let me get another shot of tequila and then let's go before I lose my nerve. How are we going to get there? We came on our boat," Jess said. "I can drive us there. It's only a few blocks away," John said. "Give me a minute to talk to Jess, guys," I said. "No worries. I need to take a piss anyway. Be back in a few," John said. Mario went with him. "You're serious, aren't you?" I asked Jess. "Yes, as long as you're ok with it. I want to do this. I know you like it when a girl is pierced, and I have to admit the thought is turning me on," Jess said. "The thought of letting Mario see your breasts and pussy and to touch them too, or the idea of having piercings?" "A little of both, but really it's about the piercings. When he said you'd be able to see my piercings through my dress it really turned me on. But I really am scared about having my nipples done. I don't want to mess up their sensitivity. My pussy I am just afraid of how bad it will hurt, but I know it will not mess up my ability to cum. You know how sensitive my nipples are and I don't want to fuck that up," she said. "I have always liked a pussy piercing and with how your pussy is shaped I thought it would be extra sexy on you. If you want to do this, I am happy that we are getting it done by someone we at least know a little instead of just walking into some strange place. I'll admit, the thought of watching you spread your legs for Mario is turning me on now too," I told her. "Is your little guy getting hard thinking of him touching my pussy?" She asked. "If it wasn't before it is now," I told her. She knows how much I like it when she talks like that. "Ok, let's do it. Maybe I should have another shot before we go." We ordered another shot and just as John and Mario got back the shots showed up. "John you're driving and Mario you need a steady hand, this is for us." Jess and I took the shots and each of us threw them back. "Common, let's go put some holes in me," Jess said. That got a laugh from everyone. We all piled into John's SUV and took the short ride to Mario's studio. John said he would drop us off and just wait out in the truck and make a few calls. Jess said from the backseat, "I don't mind if you come and watch. Were kind of all in this together now." Jess gave me a look and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah right, I can just wait in the car. It's no big deal," John said and looked at me to reassure me that he was not going to come in. "Jess is right John, I kind of assumed you would be there anyway, and I know Jess does not mind and neither do I. Come in with us. It will be fun if Mario doesn't mind," I said. "I don't care, the room is not very big, but we can all fit. If Jess wants you to come in its fine with me," he said. "I am going to need all of the moral support I can get to go through with this. I probably should have had another 10 shots first, but what the fuck. This is going to either be a great story or a big mistake," Jess said. In a matter of minutes, we were at Mario's shop, and we all piled out of the SUV and headed inside. The place was not very big. It had 3 seats up front and a small table that looked like someone could lay down on to get a tattoo or piercing. There were a two people in chairs getting tattoos and a few people waiting. At first, I got nervous that the piercing would take place on the table in front of all these people, but Mario led us towards the back to a room. "You guys can go in there while I get the stuff we need. Jess, come with me and pick out the studs or rings you want." Jess and Mario went over to a small display of jewelry, and John and I went into the room. "Are you sure you don't care if I am in here man? I feel kind of creepy," John said. "I don't mind at all. Jess wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you in here," I told him. "Dude, she is gorgeous. I'm not going to lie. When she said I could come in I really didn't want to pass that invitation up. But I did want to make sure you were okay with it first," John replied. "I am totally ok with it. Jess is not shy about her body." "Is she a stripper or something?" John asked. It was a fair question, considering the circumstances. "No, not at all. She works at my company. She's a med tech. She wears scrubs to work every day. Nobody there really even realizes what an amazing body she has, but outside of work it's a different story," I told him. "So that's how you met her. I was wondering. She looks like she's only 18. How old is she?" "She'll be 22 next month. We started dating a few months before she turned 21. Perfect set of circumstances for how that happened," I told him. Jess came back in and sat on the small table in the middle of the room. The table was a medical table of sorts, but was setup more like a seat, with a step at the front and the other end of the table locked upright, angled back to serve as a backrest. Mario came in carrying a small tray that had an alcohol bottle, cotton balls, sterilized needle packages, and 2 studs and one ring. I assumed the studs were for her nipples and the ring for her pussy. He sat the tray on a small rolling table that was against the wall. Next to the small table was a stool, also on casters. He pulled the stool and the small table to the foot of the table where Jess sat quietly waiting, then sat on the stool in front of her. "Where do you want to start first?" he asked her. "Oh man this is really happening. I just got all flushed. Feel my hands, they are all sweaty," she said to me, looking into my eyes. I reached out and took her hands in mine. She was right, her palms were sweaty. After just a moment she gave me a sexy, little smile of excitement, then reached up and slipped the straps off her shoulders. She pulled her arms up through the straps and pulled her top down, exposing her amazing breasts to Mario, John, and I. She was so gorgeous. I am sure Mario has done this hundreds of times and seen many breasts in his shop, but this was the first time he was seeing Jess' breasts and that was a huge turn on for me. I think Jess was a bit too nervous to enjoy any exhibitionist thrills in the moment. John was standing behind Jess like I was, so he could only see her breasts from behind, over her shoulder. I looked over at him and I gave a nudging motion with my head to tell him to move around in front where he could see better. I lead the way, moving around slightly off to one side behind Mario while John eagerly took the other. Now we could both see everything clearly. Jess was focused completely on Mario, obviously nervous, but clearly excited too. "First thing I'm going to do is clean your nipples with some alcohol. This is going to be a little cold," Mario said. He poured some alcohol on a cotton ball and starting with her left breast swabbed the wet cotton around every bit of Jess's already rock-hard nipple. She flinched a bit from the cold, but I was also sure that she found it stimulating because of how incredibly sensitive her nipples were. When Mario was satisfied that her left nipple had been thoroughly cleansed, he moved to her right and did the same. As before, Jess flinched a little as he first contacted her very hard nipple. Soon, it too was ready. Next, Mario opened the small sterile-packaged needle and set it aside. He carefully sterilized each nipple stud with alcohol and set them on a stainless-steel tray. He then looked up at Jess and saw a fearful look on her face. Mario gently asked her, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jess reached up and held her breasts in each hand and said, "I'm just so nervous about my nipples is all. Can we wait and do them last? I'm just not sure about them. Maybe just do one, I don't know... I know I want to get my hood done for sure, but I'm just nervous about my nipples." Mario replied, "Sure, no problem. We can do it however you want. We don't have to do anything if you don't want either. You're in charge here." "I want to do it. I'm just nervous about my nipples is all. Let's do my hood first then I'll decide on my nipples." "Sure, we can do that. Let me adjust the table, stand up for a second." Jess stood up to the side closest to me, not bothering to pull her dress back up, leaving her breasts out for us to enjoy. John just ogled her shamelessly while Mario adjusted the table. He moved the back of the table down to about a 45-degree angle and pulled out an extension from the front, lengthening the portion where Jess had been sitting. I assumed it was to put her feet on. Quietly, Jess said to me, "Sorry, I just got so nervous. I don't know about my nipples. Maybe I could do just my right one for now and see how that goes." I stepped closer, touched her shoulder and looked into her eyes as I said, "Don't apologize, baby. I totally get it; you do what you want and nothing more." "Ok,", Mario said to Jess, "You can get back on the table now. Take off your underwear and pull up your dress, or I can get you a paper gown if you prefer," Mario said. Jess stood up on the step at the front of the table and pulled up her dress up around her waist, exposing her pussy at eye level to Mario seated in front of her. "No panties to take off," Jess said flippantly. Then she sat down on the table and scooted herself back. She had not bothered to pull her dress up to cover her breasts, so she was sitting there essentially nude wearing only the dress bunched around her waist. Mario did not miss a beat and remained professional, but John had a pleased look on his face as Jess's beautiful bald pussy came into view. "Go ahead and lean back," Mario instructed. "That's it," as Jess laid back against the backrest. Now put your feet up here with the bottom of your feet touching each other." Jess complied. "Yep, perfect," Mario went on. "Now pull your feet up towards your butt like a butterfly stretch. Yep, there you go. Now just relax, and just let your legs fall the rest of the way open." Jess was laying back, propped up at a 45-degree angle. This was like laying back in bed but on 3 pillows. This allowed her to look down and see what was happening, but also stretched out her torso enough to not interfere with what Mario was doing. Her feet were together, with the soles of her feet touching and pulled almost all the way up to her bottom. Jess is quite flexible, so when she let her lex relax they opened almost completely down to the table on either side. What a sight! Jess's pussy was on full display for two men who were almost strangers to her, one of whom I had known for more than 20 years. I could see why Mario put her in this position. It gave him full access to her pussy, allowing him to roll his chair up close so he could easily reach where he needed to work. Jess has a beautiful pussy. As I described earlier, she has a tulip shaped pussy with small inner lips. Being a natural blond, the little pubic hair she has naturally is very fine. And she shaves completely smooth every day. Because she is so fair her pussy shaves baby smooth, as if there was no hair there to shave at all. The seating position Jess was in resulted in her pussy being spread completely open, creating separation between her inner and outer lips. Her inner lips were parted too, so that we could see the opening of her vagina, which was very obviously wet. My girlfriend's beautiful pussy was on complete display for these two men. I don't think that I have ever seen her pussy as open and vulnerable as it appeared at that moment. "Ok," Mario said to Jess. "Here is your hood. Can you see it from that angle?" He used his pinky finger to point out her hood, and he touched it ever so slightly, moving it from side to side. As I said before, her hood barely covers her clit, and from where I was standing, I could see her clit poking out slightly from underneath her hood. Her clit is not large. It's actually normal sized, or maybe a bit on the small size, but the way her hood is shaped when she's the least bit excited it pokes out nicely, as if begging for attention. "Yes, I can see. Where will you pierce it?" Jess asked. Mario used his thumb to pull her hood up and to inspect it. This caused Jess to flinch as his thumb brushed her clit. I could clearly see her clit exposed now, and Mario's thumb rested on top of it for a brief moment. When he moved his thumb Jess let out a slow breath. Mario took another few seconds, examining her hood to determine the proper placement of the piercing. "Your hood is fairly long," he told her, "So we have some flexibility on where we put it. Here let me show you." Mario turned to the instrument table and grabbed a long medical grade Q-tip - the kind a doctor might use to swap your throat. He turned back to Jess and placed his left hand on her lower stomach, just above her wide-spread pussy. Using his thumb, he pulled up the top of her slit, gently pulling it towards her stomach. This caused her hood to pull back, fully exposing her clit. It also created a gap between her clit and her hood which allowed Mario took insert the small head of the Q-tip underneath her hood. He then let go with his thumb which allowed her hood to rest around the Q-tip. "See, your hood actually extends from here to the end," he said indicating with his pinky again. We were all intently looking at Jess's pussy at this point, including Jess who was peering down between her legs. Her breasts were still exposed, and her nipples were even harder than they usually are. I think all of us had completely forgotten about her exposed breasts at this point, with full focus on her fully exposed and spread pussy. Mario continued, "We could pierce it up here near the top and the compression ball will hang down against your hood about midway. We could put it in the middle and it will hang to just about at the end of the hood. Or we could put it lower, and it would hang down past your hood and might lay or rub against your clit. There is a slight risk to putting it lower, with an increased possibility of tearing, as the skin there is thinner. But either position will work fine if you're not too rough with it," Mario advised. "I was thinking lower so it would hang against my clit, but now you have me worried. What do you think, babe?" Jess asked me. "What if you positioned it so it just hung to the end of her hood?" I asked Mario. "Not really hanging down, but right to the end so she could still have it resting by her clit, but pierced higher up so it's more protected?" Again, we're all studying Jess's exposed spread pussy while we discussed this. "We could use a slightly larger hoop. Then it would hang down where you want but still be secured higher. Is that something you'd want to consider?" Mario asked. "Yeah, that could work. I do want it to hang around my clit, so maybe that is the best way to do it." Jess said. Mario removed the Q-Tip from Jess's hood, and he left the room. That left Jess spread eagle in front of us while we waited. She reached down and touched her pussy lips, lightly dragging a finger across her hood feeling what he was describing. She then pulled up on the skin above her pussy and moved her hood around imagining how it could be positioned. The eroticism of her touching her pussy while we watched was more than I could take. I had to adjust myself, as my hardon needed more room in my pants. John was just staring at her pussy, almost drooling, as he watched I could clearly make out his hard cock pointing to the left in his shorts, and it looked formidable. Mario returned with 2 different sized rings; each a bit larger than the first. He placed the medium ring over her hood, showing Jess (and us) where the piercing would be for the ring to hang with the ball against her clit. Then he did the same with the larger one. After some careful consideration Jess decided on the medium ring. Mario turned to his table and picked up another cotton pad. He dabbed it in some alcohol and started wiping down the area at the top of Jess's slit, then down each side of her hood. He used his left thumb to pull her lips to the left as he wiped down the outside of her hood and then halfway down the outside of her labia minora, inside of her labia majora. So essentially, he wiped down the whole right side of her pussy lips, stopping before he got to the entrance to her vagina. Then, using a new cotton pad, he did the same on the left side of her pussy, pulling her lips to the right so he could swab the damp cotton down the left side of her hot little pussy. He put some alcohol on a new Q-tip and used his left thumb to pull back the top of Jess's slit and hood, exposing her clit again. "This is going to feel cold," he told Jess. He slid the Q-tip under her hood again to clean inside it. She jumped a little as the cold touched her clit under her hood. Without letting go of her upper slit with his left thumb, he kept her hood pulled back and her clit exposed Then he took one of the cotton pads and used it to gently wipe down across her clit. Jess jumped. "Wow," she exclaimed. I'm not sure if that was really needed, or if it was simply gratuitous on Mario's part, but either way it sure was fun to watch. I wanted to pull my dick out and jack off while watching him clean her pussy. In some ways it was more erotic than almost anything I've ever done. Here I was, willingly letting this guy play with Jess's pussy while another man and I watched. It was so incredibly hot! Discarding the cotton pad, Mario selected a clamp his instrument table that looked like forceps but with horseshoe shaped openings on the business end. He used his finger and thumb to position Jess's hood within the forceps. "You're going to feel a little pinch," he said as he clamped them onto Jess's hood. Jess winced a little but didn't make a sound or look away. The opening of the forceps was now locked in place, centered where the piercing was to be. Mario carefully removed the sterilized needle from the package. He looked at Jess and solemnly instructed her, "Ok, lean back now and look away. You need to remain very still. Do not flinch, or jump. If you do, I could miss my spot and hurt you, or hurt myself. So please remain very still." "Come here and hold my hand," Jess said to me. I stepped next to her and took her hand in both of mine. She grabbed on tightly and closed her eyes tight. Mario moved into position holding the forceps with his left hand and the needle with his right. "Ok, I am going to have you take a deep breath and when I tell you, let it out slowly. As you let it out you are going to feel a quick pinch. It will be very quick. The forceps have been attached now for over a minute, so your hood is going to be a little numb and it won't hurt as much. "Relax your legs," he told her. "Yep, just like that. Ok, now take your deep breath." As Jess was in the middle of the deep breath, Mario put the needle through her hood. Jess jumped and let out a little scream, her eyes open wide with shock and pain. "Mother fucker! Oh, shit that hurt. Fuck, you are a lying bastard! Fuck, it still hurts! It's throbbing!" As Jess was talking, she wasn't looking, but Mario had the hoop in his left hand and put it on the end of the needle. Then he backed the hoop through the hole as he removed the needle. "Well, it seems to work better that way, and I've been called worse. Have a look," Mario told her. "Oh, you already put the ring in. I didn't even feel that part," she said. As she was talking Mario removed the forceps and grabbed a pair of what appeared to be skinny needle nosed pliers. He took the ball that goes at the bottom of the hoop and placed it into the pliers. Then he placed the needle nose pliers in the center of the hoop and spread it slightly as he placed the ball in between the two ends of the hoop. When he released the need nose pliers the tension of the spread ring held the ball in place. The hoop was perfectly placed, and the ball was hanging at the end of her hood exactly where she wanted it, basically touching her clit when her hood is pulled back. Mario used a new cotton pad to wipe off a little blood that was on the side of her hood and then gently wiped down each side of her slit. He then took a little tube of Neosporin, opened it, and applied some on her hood, with more around the ring, and more along each side of the top of her slit. "All done down here. Do you still want to do your nipples?" Mario asked her. "I totally forgot," she said, then she grabbed her bare breasts again with both hands, looked at me and said, "No, I changed my mind. Sorry," she told Mario. "No need to be sorry," Mario said. "Well, babe, what do you think? Do you like it?" I asked her. She was still sitting there with her breasts uncovered and her legs spread wide in front of me and two other men. I guess at this point did it really matter? "I think it looks really cool," she replied. "I want to stand up and look at it." Jess slid forward to get off the table. She put her arms through the straps and then pulled her dress up over her beautiful breasts. As she stood, her dress fell naturally over her hips and down into place just above her knees. She stepped in front of the full-length mirror on one wall of the room, then pulled her dress up exposing her pussy so she could see the ring and how it looked while she was standing. John, Mario, and I simply stared at her beautiful pussy with its new piece of jewelry. The ring was the perfect size, not real large but easily visible. With the shape of her pussy the ring was visible on its own, and it looked like it hung down and sat against her clit perfectly. You couldn't see her clit with her hood in its relaxed position, but I know how her pussy is shaped and the ring appeared to be aligned perfectly. Jess pulled up on the skin above her slit, which caused her lips to pull up, and that made the ring pivot and stand outwards like a magnet was trying to pull it away from her body. It was so sexy to see her do that to her pussy and the ring made it so fucking hot. I wanted to get down on my knees and lick her pussy right then and there. "Ouch, it's still really sore right now. It's throbbing with every beat of my heart, it feels like. I love it though. It's exactly how I imagined. Thank you, Mario!" she said as she dropped her dress down and turned to hug him. Mario happily accepted her hug, then Jess turned and hugged John too. Not sure why, but I guess that since he was there for moral support, he had earned a hug too. "How much do I owe you, Mario?" I asked. "No charge my friend. I am just happy she likes it." "Well at least come back to the restaurant so we can go hang out on the boat and have a drink." "No, I'm going to stay here," he replied. "We're shorthanded and it's pretty backed up. I'm going to help out for a few hours until we get caught up." "Well, we owe you. Let's figure out a way to meet up soon. At a minimum we owe you drinks, but we'd love to have you out on the boat one day, and maybe go to dinner," I told him, shaking his hand. Then I turned to John, "Lets head back to the restaurant and have a drink or two on the boat, if you have time." "Sure, sounds great," John said. Mario handed Jess a glossy folded paper and told her, "It is very important that you keep the piercing clean. This pamphlet has all the instructions for the proper care and cleaning of your piercing. No hot tubs or anything like that for 5 days. You should abstain from sex, but if you do have sex, nothing rough or anything that puts pressure on the piercing. Make sure you clean it well afterwards too for the next few weeks. Any sign of infection and you should see your doctor right away. It is all in the pamphlet," Mario told her. "Can I go in the ocean? We were going to go anchor for a while and probably swim," she asked. "Yeah, you can do that. The saltwater is actually good for it. Just be careful with your bottoms and panties for a few days when putting them on and taking them off. It is going to be tender for a few days, and you don't want to aggravate it by accidentally snagging it on anything," he said. "That won't be a problem, I usually swim nude when we anchor, and I rarely wear panties," she said with devious smile. John took us back to the boat and we all hung out and had some drinks. I forgot how much fun John is to hang out with, and we all had a really good time. I also noticed that Jess was quite flirty with John, not just in her teasing ways, but also verbally. We all had fun and ordered some food delivered out to the boat, enjoying a late lunch of assorted appetizers. John had a date later that evening and needed to go. We dropped him off at the restaurant dock, saying our goodbyes and sending him on his way. Now Jess had a brand-new toy, and after a few days of healing she was just like everyone else with a brand-new toy; She wanted to show it off. And that is where the story continues…

Julia Goes Down To The Sea! By LuckyDave1066 But not in a ship; actually not in much of anything at all! In comparison with the handful of regrets Julia Whitcock had accumulated over the 44 years and 2 days which had passed since she was born, the current day's choices which had combined to throw her off schedule were no big deal, but in the moment she was pretty annoyed at what they had ended up costing her. Allowing herself to sleep in at her hotel had set her back a couple of hours. The extraordinarily slow service at the diner where she stopped for lunch wasn't something she could have predicted, nor was the 20 mile detour because of an accident blocking a tunnel on her route, but the hour they cost her vexed her just as much as if they were her fault. She still had one option available to make up lost time as she drove along the often spectacular US101 Pacific Coast highway along a portion of the Oregon coast from Eugene north to Astoria. She decided not to skip a tour of an unbelievably vast hangar she'd read about in Tillamook, somehow still surviving 80 years after being built to house a fleet of blimps in the early days of WWII. Reasoning that before she ever got back this way the gigantic wood framed structure could meet the same fiery fate as its twin on the same site had, she regretfully decided to prioritize the tour over her other goal for the day -- watching the sun setting while she bobbed in the Pacific ocean. The main purpose of her trip had been accomplished before she woke up that morning; Julia's daughter Cara had settled into her dorm room two days earlier, and they had explored the campus and town together the next day. When she'd dropped off her two cats with him, Julia had told George, her soon-to-be ex-husband, that as long as she was going across the country it made sense to spend an extra day or two sightseeing after helping Cara get herself set up in what was likely to be her home most of the next four years. Deep down Julia realized she'd been postponing the inevitable moment when she would leave Cara to begin this new chapter of her life. As proud as she was that her baby seemed ready to take on the world, Julia was already dreading seeing Cara's empty bedroom when she made it home! Arriving a frustrating 20 minutes after sunset at the state park where she'd reserved a yurt for the night, Julia checked in. She took a copy of a map the park Ranger handed her with her yurt's location circled. Thinking she'd need to venture out to find somewhere to have dinner, Julia asked her, "Are there any restrictions on the park's hours?" Thinking her request was more general, the Ranger replied, "There's nobody here to check people in after 10 PM, but you're all set that way already. You can come and go as you like, but 11PM to 7AM are designated quiet hours. The bathhouses are open 24/7, with towels and washcloths already in your yurt. There's no lifeguards on duty until 8 AM, but all the normal posted rules apply at the beach." Julia thanked the park Ranger and asked if there were any good places nearby to get dinner. After a brief stop to drop her bags off at her yurt she drove a few miles north, finding a barbecue joint and a convenience store right where the Ranger had described. Grudgingly accepting that her imagined goal of floating in the Pacific as the sun set was simply not going to happen, she enjoyed a fine dinner of ribs, sweet potato fries and coleslaw. She began to relax and looked forward to a nice quiet night without the temptation to zone out to a hotel television. Tipping well in recognition of the good service, better food and the fact that she had been the last customer there most of her visit, she moved on from dinner to the convenience store next door to pick up a few snacks and a pack of single serve bottles of red wine. Returning to her yurt just after 10PM, Julia was greeted by a couple hanging out at a picnic table outside their yurt, just beyond hers. The man offered her a beer, but she turned his offer down, holding up her carton full of wine and saying, "I came prepared!" The couple, Jesse and Barb, and Julia introduced themselves to each other, and were surprised to find out that they all lived in suburbs relatively close to Atlanta. After a long day without any real conversation, Julia enjoyed sipping her wine and chatting with Jesse and Barb, but excused herself a bit more than 40 minutes after arriving, saying she was desperate to have a shower after a long day on the road. They exchanged contact information and said goodnight. Back in her yurt, Julia set out her extra long t-shirt, her usual choice for pajamas when traveling, and her clothes for the following day. She checked in for her flights home with her phone. Having nothing left to do to prepare for the morning, she cracked open a second tiny bottle before realizing she didn't have even a cheapie hotel room cup like the one Jesse had handed her to drink her wine. She sipped the surprisingly good Merlot and laughed as she thought, "drinking alone, straight from the bottle! Probably not something I should make a habit of!" As she nursed her drink she made a couple of quick phone calls, one to Cara and one to George, just checking in so they knew she'd made it to her planned destination and expected to be home late the next day. When he didn't pick up Julia recorded a message for George, but erased it; she'd updated him on Cara's move-in, but with their divorce only days from being finalized she figured the details of her day were not really his business. Scrolling through assorted news apps, the day's accumulated Facebook posts and her email helped her pass the time, but she'd had enough of what her phone had to offer by 11 PM. She decided to beat the morning rush at the bathhouse by having a shower at an hour when most of the her fellow campers were in for the night, judging by the lack of lights on at most of her neighbors yurts. She took her toiletry kit, a bathmat, a bath towel and a washcloth from the generous supply neatly stacked on a shelving unit. "This yurt is billed as sleeping four, and seems to be supplied for at least that many," she thought. Settling in for a relaxing shower, Julia found that the hot water supply was more than adequate. With nobody else waiting for a turn at a stall, she took her time, hoping to loosen up her back, arm and shoulder muscles after a long day of driving the twisty coast highway. The shower was as enjoyable as she had hoped, but the pre and post-shower experience was less comfortable; the only private space to change and dry off was inside the shower stall, and the only place to keep her towel dry was on a bench opposite the stall along the outside wall of the building. Hooks on the wall above the bench gave her a dry place to hang her clothes. Since all four of the stalls in the ladies shower room had a constant leak from the shower head, ranging from a slow drip to a constant drizzle, Julia resigned herself to getting undressed and dressed out in the walkway running the length of the building. She was a bit unnerved by the idea of being naked right where someone coming in the entrance would be able to see her, even just for as long as it took her to hang up her clothes. Eventually the complete lack of any other women coming to shower while she was there calmed her nerves, and the distinctly not low-flow shower and generous hot water eased her aches. Wishing she'd brought a second towel to dry her hair, Julia hedged her bets, standing half in and half out of the stall as she dried her hair, then stepped all the way out to dry the rest of herself. Remembering that she was overdue to shave her legs, she wrapped the towel around her body, fished her razor and a small bottle of lotion out of the toiletry bag and sat down on the bench to begin shaving. The towel was both inconvenient, requiring constant readjustment to give her razor room, and less than effective, popping loose and falling half off as she stretched to reach all the spots she needed to. "Oh, what the hell," she grumbled, "No one has come in the whole time I've been here, I'm likely the only woman in the park still awake!" She let the towel open, flipping both sides away to provide access. After a thorough shaving of her legs and application of lotion, Julia stood up to get dressed, letting the towel drop away completely, landing on the bench. She put the razor and lotion away, then reached for for her t-shirt. She'd already decided against putting her bra and panties back on, and now had second thoughts about putting any dirty clothes on right after showering. Considering how unlikely running into anyone was, she decided to make do during the short walk back to her yurt wearing just her towel and sandals. Thinking about the many ways wearing just a damp towel could go wrong, Julia didn't want to have to do any reaching for dropped items during her walk back to her yurt. She set her toiletry bag, socks, panties, bra, shorts and barbecue sauce-stained t-shirt neatly in the middle of the bathmat and rolled them up tightly. The bathhouse had no door to hear creaking, since the entrance had walls arranged to block the view from outside, so Julia wouldn't have heard the two new customers arrive; her random choice of location to stand when rolling up her possessions kept her from seeing them either. The first clue she was no longer alone was hearing one of the young men shouting, "Holy shit!" Without thinking she spun around to see who she was sharing the room with, inadvertently offering the two young men, each of whom was wearing only a towel, a brief look at the rest of her body before grabbing her own towel and more or less covering herself. "What the fuck! What are you doing in here?" she demanded. For one scary moment she was afraid SHE was the reason they were there. After a few more moments the confused looks on their faces as they looked back and forth between the attractive naked woman in front of them and each other told her they were every bit as surprised as she was! Um, this is the Men's shower room," the taller of the two finally answered, then asked, "is there something wrong with the Women's showers?" His expression shifted from shock to a broad smile as he spoke. "Oh..., I, no, I guess I just wasn't paying attention, sorry!" She hastily rearranged her towel to wrap around her, covering both boobs for the first time in this encounter! Careful to hold the towel closed, Julia did a sort of curtsy to pick up the rolled up bathmat and hurried past the two startled guys. She guessed they were her daughter's age give or take, though she thought her ability to assess their ages might have been a bit off; it had been a very long time since she'd been that close to a male of that age wearing so little! "Sorry," she repeated over her shoulder as she walked away. "No problem!" the shorter of the two answered, "really!" Julia hustled back to her yurt, checking over her shoulder to be sure she wasn't being followed. One last check at the door confirmed that not only was she not being followed, there was no clear view between the bathhouse and her yurt. She dropped her improvised bathmat parcel just inside the door and flopped onto one of the beds, noticing for the first time how her heartbeat was racing. "That's to be expected," she thought, realizing that until just a few minutes ago, other than assorted medical professionals, George was the only man who'd seen her naked in more than twenty-two years! After a few minutes she calmed down and giggled as she wondered if she should tell him that streak was over! Julia couldn't help being slightly pleased about her bathhouse fiasco; while she was sure she never would have intentionally put herself in that kind of situation, as she replayed her memory of the brief encounter, she found herself enjoying the reactions of the two guys. Nothing more than them getting an accidental glimpse of her body had really happened, and the odds of either of them ever seeing her again had to be impossibly high. "No harm done, really," she thought, "and considering I'm likely older than their combined ages it's kind of flattering to think they seemed to like what they saw!" Julia was particularly satisfied with the reaction of her unexpected and unintentional voyeurs' to her unplanned display of exposed skin because a lot of effort and money had been expended to make her appearance what it was. When she had turned 40 she didn't like the way her appearance and her fitness were headed. She had never been obese, but the pound or two gained each year suddenly seemed noticeable. When Cara joined her high school's JV soccer team Julia hated that she couldn't keep up with Cara on her nightly training runs, even when Cara held back. Having been on her college's cross-country team, this was a wake up call. As she celebrated her birthday she thought, "If I've let myself go this much already, I don't even want to think what I'll be like in another ten or twenty years!" Julia had stuck with her goal of getting back to a weight and fitness level comparable to what she was like before she'd been pregnant with Cara; by her 42nd birthday her frequent visits to a gym and miles of running combined to help her surpass her original goals, reaching a weight she hadn't been at since her senior year in college, and had even run a few 5k races! The only thing about her transformation which bothered her was a loss of at least a full bra cup size. George insisted she was sexier than she'd been since they first met, but Julia missed some of her departed curves. She asked George for a single gift for her 43rd birthday, a boob job to get her back to her pre-weight-loss 38C bra size! He swore that she was perfect as she was, but something in his reassurances sounded false to her. She convinced him that this was serious about; he gave in when he saw how much she wanted to do it. Though nothing even close to the exposure she'd had that night had ever occurred when she was home, Julia had been aware of some of Cara's male classmates being distracted from their homework if she passed through the kitchen dressed in her usual gym attire when they were studying there. Cara was more amused than angered by the boys in her circle trying, and often failing, to be subtle about ogling her Mom, but after she mentioned a couple of her girlfriends making snide comments about Julia being a MILF, Julia began changing at the gym into something less revealing than the jog bra and bike shorts she had typically been wearing on her drive home! Switching from the towel to her long t-shirt sleep attire, Julia turned out the lights and went to bed, but was still tossing and turning an hour later. She noticed the nearly full moon had sunk low enough in the western sky to be seen in a screened window from her spot in bed. After a few more minutes spent getting ever more annoyed by her mind refusing to shut down and let her get to sleep, a new idea popped into her thoughts. While she had missed seeing the sun setting in the Pacific, she could, with a short walk, go sit at the beach and possibly even float in the ocean while watching the moon set beyond the western horizon! A short, mostly flat walk and a bit of time sitting on what was likely to be a deserted beach, listening to the waves, seemed like a good way to wind down enough to finally be in a good state for sleeping. She turned on the lights and rooted around in her luggage, searching in vain for her swimsuit. Not finding it did nothing to improve Julia's mood; after checking every compartment at least twice she assumed it had been left behind in her haste to get out of her hotel room earlier in the day. "Oh, well, this is good enough to go moon gazing in," she said as she rounded out her ensemble by adding a pair of running shorts to her shirt. She took the key to the yurt from the shorts she'd been wearing and slipped the coiled elastic loop over her right hand. Unsure of how long the moon might take to set, she rolled up another small bottle of wine in a towel along with a small cheese and cracker snack she'd bought at the convenience store. "There," she said to herself, "ready to see the Pacific ocean up close, maybe even float or wade in a little!" As she closed the door she wondered if the moonlight would be bright enough to safely make it down to the beach, so she backtracked briefly to get a small flashlight. She set out for the beach, happy to see that of the dozen yurts, hers was one of only three still with lights on. Once she was clear of the campsites she found a trail leading to the beach at a gap in a solid wall of trees. Julia used her flashlight to read a sign posted at the beginning of the trail, reading the rules for beach-goers to herself, "Let's see, 'No bonfires', well, I wasn't planning on having one anyway...'No camping', not a problem...'No fireworks', didn't bring any...'No glass bottles', luckily enough mine is plastic...'No smoking', never did, so no problem...Looks like I'm good to go!" She was excited to hear the sound of the waves getting louder as she began descending along the walkway, but walked slowly. She was glad she'd remembered to bring the flashlight; the rough stone path was fairly irregular and there were a few places where the path included steps. After walking roughly 60 yards, Julia reached a final set of steps where the dense trees at both sides of the path ended; she stood there a minute, taking in the view. She saw a broad sand beach extending as far as she could see to both left and right, a far larger darkness beyond, with a bright streak of light reflected on the surface of the water aligned with the moon above. The moon seemed brighter than she'd ever seen it! She followed the beam of her flashlight down the steps, then, just in case someone else were to come down the steps she turned right and walked along the rock wall at the back of the sandy beach, making sure she'd be able to find her way back by counting exactly one hundred steps from the base of the stair before setting her towel out. Julia couldn't help thinking how beautiful the place she was must be at sunset, but she had no complaints; the beach and ocean were amazing, and far as she could see or hear she had it all to herself! She kicked off her sandals and walked down to the waterline, then continued, wading in just up to her knees. She stood there for a few minutes, surprised that the water was as warm as it was. She strolled back to her base camp and sat down on the towel. Seeing that it would be a while be a while before the moon finally dipped out of sight, she twisted the cap off her bottle of wine and took a sip, then popped open the small snack tray and began nibbling on cheese and crackers. After she finished off the last of her wine and snacks, Julia went back for another wade. She couldn't be certain, but she thought the tide seemed to be heading out. The beach's slope was very shallow, both above and below the waterline. She walked back to her towel, scanning up and down the beach for any sign of life, and was pleased to find none. She was amazed that nobody else was around to enjoy the peaceful scene, thinking, "I guess state park campers must mostly be morning people. Nice for me!" Julia was pretty pleased with herself for having improvised a substitute for her original plan of floating peacefully in the Pacific as she enjoyed the sunset; as quiet and private as it had turned out to be, the substitute was in some ways better than her original plan! "And since I left my swimsuit behind at the hotel, I'd have had to skip actual swimming if I'd been here for the sunset anyway!" She thought about the conditions she found herself in compared with what the beach might have been like before sunset; it occurred to her that her improvised late-night visit to the beach might actually let get closer to her original wish! Julia shivered, shocked that she was actually viewing undressing and floating in the moonlit ocean in the nude as a viable option, but her careful study of the beach in all directions was the behavior of someone who wanted to know for sure whether or not anyone else was nearby. Noticing that the moon was not too far from the horizon, she thought, "it can't be long before the moon is set, so I wouldn't need to be naked very long, and it really looks and sounds like I'm alone here," she noticed for the first time that she was fiddling with the hem of her shirt, flipping it up to her waist. Julia heard a familiar voice urging her to stop, warning, "This is CRAZY! You're 44! Middle freaking aged! You're the manager of a bank branch! You're a wife and mother!" She paused as she considered her sensible self's warnings, letting her shirt fall back in place. She still held the hem of the shirt, quivering slightly. A full minute passed before she answered her own warnings, whispering to herself, "doing this IS crazy, without a doubt, but I'll be 44 whether I do it or not, and either way I'll still be all the other things I am!" She pulled her shirt up, over her head and off completely, then dropped it on her towel. Taking a moment to look down as if checking to confirm she was topless, she smiled at the sight of her breasts, visible in the pale moonlight, then hooked her thumbs into the elastic waist of her shorts and pulled them down below her knees, letting them go. Giggling as she studied her improbably unclothed body, she dropped her shorts on the towel with her shirt! "Damn! I actually did it!" she laughed. Julia was about to trot down to the waterline when her cautious side made one last comment of a practical nature, suggesting, "At least hide your stuff, just in case someone comes by and feels like taking it!" Nothing very valuable was on the towel, but she wanted to have the flashlight for the return to her yurt, and REALLY didn't want to make her way back in the nude! The towel was close to the shade of the sand, so she rearranged her cast-off clothes, flashlight, sandals and snack packaging on one end of the towel and flipped the other end over to cover it all; her stuff wasn't completely hidden, but she was sure that unless someone was specifically searching for it they'd never see it. She debated leaving her key behind, dropping it on the towel after deciding the loose coiled elastic band would be more at risk of getting lost if she wore it while swimming. Strolling toward the gentle waves, Julia couldn't remember when she'd ever felt so exhilarated; probably when Cara was born, she thought, but remembering the sterile hospital delivery room and the no-nonsense demeanor of everyone in the room except George, she thought her feelings that day were less joyful than exhausted and relieved. She knew she'd never literally "left it all behind" the way she had now, even if her possessions were only a hundred yards or so away. Once she reached water roughly as high as her waist, Julia lifted her feet and spread out all her limbs to begin floating. She aligned herself with the moon and its shimmering reflection and relaxed. She was sure she'd never seen so much of the detail on its surface, and wondered if being naked was somehow sharpening her senses! She watched it draw near the horizon, then seem to make contact with the ocean; she wished it would slow down and let her savor the experience longer. She had probably been floating for slightly more than a half hour when the last silvery sliver slipped out of sight. Julia had thought she would get back to the beach as soon as the moon had set, but as her vision adjusted to the only light being starlight she decided to float a while longer, amazed at the sheer number of stars visible without any man-made light to obscure nature's show. She reluctantly rolled over to swim back to the shore, promising herself she would find somewhere near her home where the sky would be dark enough to see what she'd been viewing, "probably not naked," she thought, "but maybe!" Once she was sure she was close enough to the waterline, she stood up to switch to wading. Able to look around and hear something beside the sound of her own splashing, she froze, then dropped down to kneel, leaving only her head above the surface. When she'd decided to risk a nude swim she'd thought it was possible another person might intrude on her solitude, but she definitely hadn't been expecting to see the motor vehicle now cruising slowly along the beach, high beams lighting up a long stretch of the sand. Worse yet, it was stopping occasionally and shining a spotlight side to side, toward the rock face at the back of the beach and out toward the ocean! The sweeping spotlight lit up enough of the mystery vehicle for Julia to see that it was a state park Jeep; she couldn't decide whether it was better or worse for her than if it had been some civilian taking a spin down the beach. She was still thinking about what to do next when the need to do something right that moment became obvious. The good news was that Jeep was almost as close to her as it appeared its course would take it, so it would be gone soon, but the bad news was that it had stopped. Every other time she'd seen it stop had also included a sweeping of the spotlight in all directions, and the current stop was no exception. Seeing the beam of light swinging toward her, she took a deep breath and dropped her head under the surface of the water! Years ago, back when she was in college, Julia had been able to hold her breath a good long time, eventually as long as two minutes. She knew she wasn't in that kind of shape, but tried counting seconds to distract herself and stay out of sight as long as possible. She began to feel light headed when she reached 75 seconds and had to give in to her body's need for oxygen. Surfacing just long enough to catch her breath and take a couple more before ducking below the surface again, she was happy to see the spotlight had moved on from the water to the back of the beach. When the light returned, he stayed under for another 70 seconds and was relieved when she surfaced to see the Jeep moving farther down the beach! Stepping up through the shallow water once the Jeep was safely distant, Julia was more aware of her nudity than ever, thinking, "That was close! For a minute there I thought I was about to be busted!" she could picture herself walking out of the water, squinting in the glare of the spotlight, sheepishly explaining why she was nude to a park Ranger. She was surprised to feel nearly as much excitement as embarrassment as she imagined exactly the scenario she had just worked so hard to avoid! "This has been fun," she told herself, "but I really ought to get dressed and get back to my yurt!" Julia headed to the base of the rock face at the back of the beach and looked for the stairs to orient herself and retrace her steps to get back to her towel and belongings. The starlight was considerably dimmer than the moonlight had been, but after a few minutes she found her way to a gap in the rock with steps leading up. She set out for the place she'd left her towel, counting the same hundred steps as she had earlier. She found nothing but sand, but stayed calm, reasoning that her strides might vary a bit. She took another ten steps away from the stairs. Still nothing! Beginning to worry a little, she took ten more steps. Still nothing! Turning back toward the stair, she counted off 120 steps, walking slowly and looking for her things as carefully as the near total darkness allowed. Finding herself just a few feet from her starting point at the steps, she repeated her search, parallel to the rock face but a few feet further away from it. Twice. It was now painfully obvious that everything Julia had worn or carried to the beach was not, somehow, where she had expected it to be. She trembled as she tried to think of some way to get out of this predicament; every one of her imagined solutions ended up with her somehow or another being seen completely naked, and possibly not briefly! Unwilling to give up despite how unlikely her last hope was, she repeated her search in the opposite direction, hoping she'd simply forgotten which direction she'd turned from the steps when she first reached the beach. Julia's last-ditch search turned up nothing but sand, but it did add some unneeded excitement to a night which had more than enough already. At the farthest point her search took her from the stair, she heard the Jeep returning! Her first instinct was to try to get beyond the reach of the damned spotlight by running to the stair, but she doubted she could make it there before the Jeep's damned light. The image of her trying to run in the loose sand while completely nude, ending up lit up by the spotlight flashed through her mind, "Like Baywatch at night, but without the swimsuits!" "This can't work, but I don't see any other option," she groaned, dropping down behind a piece of driftwood half buried in the sand as the Jeep drew closer. The wood extended no more than six inches above the surface of the sand; Julia could think of no way to keep her entire body below that height. She turned her feet, arms and head as flat as she could, with her body facing the ground; she had decided the curves of her boobs, topped by brown nipples, would be more noticeable above the wood than her butt. Whether her theory was correct or the driver of the Jeep just wasn't very observant, the Jeep continued on its way after the spotlight had scanned over part of her ass! Thoroughly coated from head to toe with sand, she trotted to the water to rinse it off, then returned to the base of the stair. Julia was beyond reluctant to abandon her hunt for her belongings, but was sure her search had been thorough enough that she'd have found them by now if they had been where she'd left them. Doubtful as she was that she'd somehow be able to get into her yurt, she was determined to give it a try, leaving her least desirable option, finding some park staffer who could unlock the door for her, as a last resort! She cringed as she imagined herself creeping through the cluster of yurts stark naked, and couldn't help wondering if anyone was still awake in the handful of neighboring yurts which had still had lights on when she walked past them earlier. Taking one hesitant step at a time up the stairs and stone path, Julia found herself momentarily missing her flashlight and sandals even more than her clothes; the view of the stars was amazing, but didn't provide nearly enough light to feel comfortable going up the stairs. As she approached the level of the campground she realized that if the need arose, going back down would be even more perilous. The path seemed longer than it had when she was headed to the beach, which was no surprise, as stressed as she was to be making the trip in near-complete darkness while wearing nothing at all! Just as she was beginning to think she'd missed a turn or made a wrong one, she arrived at the sign she'd read earlier as she was heading to the beach. She had to suppress a laugh as she tried to remember if any of the rules forbid being nude at the campsite, thinking, "I guess next time I'll have to make sure I read ALL the rules!" She shuddered at this idea that there could ever be a next time, thinking, "I can't imagine ever doing anything like this again!" Still, as she thought about it, in a weird way her unusually daring behavior had led to her achieving her goal of having a memorable visit to the Pacific ocean. It occurred to her that up until a few hours ago she would have been as certain as she could be that nothing like THIS time would be possible! Despite being naked for way, way longer than she had been back at the bathhouse, so far the only people to actually see her in the nude were the two guys back there! Trying not to remember the unexpectedly exciting feeling that encounter had produced, she focused on her current dilemma"Those guys were the only people to see me so far," she reminded herself, "but I'm not safe yet!" She looked around as she began to walk through the cluster of yurts, grimacing as she saw one other yurt with light spilling out from its door and windows. After being in near total darkness for so long, the areas where the light was streaming out looked to Julia like they were lit by a mid-day sun! As she came closer she heard a couple talking and realized the voices were those of Jesse and Barb; Julia thought, "I can't believe I might get caught naked by the only people in this park who I've given my contact info to!" She gritted her teeth and kept walking, praying the sound of her footsteps on the gravel walk wouldn't make her neighbors curious enough to have a look outside! When she passed through the shaft of light coming from the window closest to her path, she couldn't resist looking down the front of her body to see what kind of view she would be offering to anyone who happened to look outside at that moment. "Pretty damn good," she thought nervously, pausing without intending to in a sort of moth drawn to a flame moment, likely as shocked by what she was seeing as any possible onlookers could be! She tore herself away and kept walking towards her yurt, which was not far beyond the one which had been lighting her up, and just across the walkway. A couple of spots on her way to her own yurt had light from both yurts, highlighting the presence of the naked hiker even better! "Nobody seems to have noticed me," Julia thought, by now more surprised than relieved as she reached the door of her yurt. She was still clinging to the slim but not impossible chance that she'd forgotten to lock the door when she'd left the yurt; she tried the handle, giving it several twists before accepting the fact that she wouldn't be getting in via the door anytime soon. She pressed her face against the door's window and saw that even if she had some sort of tool capable of cutting the mesh screen of a window, "which of course I don't", the wood grid framing for the walls extended behind the windows. She had barely let go of the door's lever handle when she heard Barb ask Jesse, "did you hear that? I think someone's walking around out there!" Julia froze, trying to avoid making any sound, but felt her heart beating like she was in the middle of a serious workout! "Yeah, I heard something too. At this hour it's probably just a raccoon or deer looking for a snack," he replied. "That's right, nothing interesting going on out here..." Julia silently willed the couple to ignore the sound of her walking around on the gravel walkway. "Can you at least have a look out there?" "I'm sure it's nothing, but okay, I'll look if it keeps you from worrying," Jesse answered. Not knowing which window of their yurt Jesse was about to look out of, Julia spun around and looked back and forth between the two windows flanking the door, planning on scurrying away from the view of whichever window his head popped up in. She was focused on the right window when the silhouette of Jesse's head and shoulders appeared at the left one. By the time she saw him he'd already had a pretty good look at her! He motioned for his girlfriend to join him at the window, saying, "Come quick, you've got to see this!" In the few seconds Jesse looked away to urge Barb to join him at the window, Julia bolted toward the only shelter close enough to do her any good, ducking behind her Camry rental car just before Barb made it to the window. "See what?" she asked, "I don't see anything." Jesse looked out again and said, "I swear, a second ago I saw a naked woman at the door to Julia's yurt; I only saw her in silhouette, but I think it was her!" Her interest piqued, Barb looked out of the window for several minutes along with Jesse, finally giving up. She said, "I believe you, Hun, but unless you saw whoever it was being chased or attacked there's nothing for us to do!" Sure of what he'd seen, Jesse couldn't make himself give up so quickly. He stayed at the window long after Barb turned off the lights. With no way to know if Jesse had given up on waiting to see if she was going to reappear, Julia stayed hunkered down behind her car for almost 15 minutes, wondering just how detailed a look at her he'd had. "Fuck it!" she thought as she finally stood up,"if he sees me, he sees me!" She felt a chill when she looked at her neighbor's yurt and saw it's lights were off, surprised to now feel she'd rather be seen naked and know it than not to be able to tell if anyone was watching her from the dark windows! Julia stepped away from the shelter of her car and looked around, considering her options, reluctantly accepting that she really had only one option left; she needed to find a park staffer and get them to let her into her yurt! She started walking out of the cluster of yurts, retracing the route she'd followed when driving a few hours earlier. She hadn't paid much attention to the distance between the park's entrance and office and her yurt; when driving it had seemed close, but walking naked and barefoot made the distance feel very different! About 10 minutes of walking, Julia recognized the entrance to the tent camping area and realized she was about halfway to the park office. The length of the route she was on had seemed short earlier, but driving at 20 miles per hour and walking at 3 miles per hour made a big difference. As little as she wanted to be seen by any more people in her current state, by now she was getting pretty tired and wished that Jeep she'd seen would come along and put an end to this fiasco! Another 10 minutes brought her to the edge of a parking lot she remembered passing. The good news was that she was sure the park entrance and administration building was close to the open parking zone. The less good news was that in her previous trips past this area she had somehow failed to notice that it was not a normal parking lot, but was a space with hookups for RV campers. At least a dozen RV's were lined up along her route, which had street lights lining it like it was a city neighborhood! With all the light from the street lights, Julia didn't immediately notice that several of the RV's had lights on inside. As she began passing directly in front of the vehicles, she heard several voices talking and laughing! She couldn't help looking in the direction the voices were coming from. The sight her curiosity let her see made her heart skip a beat or two; in a space between two of the RV's, she saw 7 or 8 middle-aged to elderly people sitting around a couple of tables, at least 3 of whom were looking straight at her. One woman was already pointing at her, and before Julia had a chance to react, almost all of the group had swiveled to see what their friend was pointing at. Julia had no realistic way to avoid being seen, that ship had sailed; she decided to just keep walking as if she always prowled around the park in the nude, even smiling at her new audience and giving them a wave! One of the women walked up to her and asked, "Are you alright, dear? Where are your clothes?" Fighting the instinct telling her to run away, Julia stuck to her strategy of acting as if her daring behavior was perfectly normal, telling the woman, "Oh, I'm fine, just goofed up and locked myself out of my yurt. Would you happen to know where I can find a park employee to let me in? "There's someone on duty all night at the Admin building, just to the left of the entrance," a grey haired man Julia guessed, by the way he hustled over to join the conversation, was probably the husband of the woman who had approached her. "How sweet, he's protecting his wife from the clearly insane naked woman," Julia thought, then said, "Thanks so much, I was hoping there would be someone on duty!" She stepped around the couple and headed toward the Admin building. Julia didn't turn to look back at the RV crowd until she was practically at her destination, but when she did she saw her guess was correct, all of the men and a couple of the women were still watching her! She was surprised at how pleased she was to see the men, some of who had to be near 80 years old, having much the same reaction to seeing her in the nude as the two guys her daughter's age had at the bathhouse a few hours earlier! Judging by her the way her heart was racing, she hadn't become blase about being watched while naked by strangers either. Her unexpected arousal jumped a level higher when she opened the door and stepped into the brightest space she'd been in since leaving the convenience store; other than her time in the ocean, her nudity had never felt entirely normal before, but in the harsh light of the building's lobby she felt somehow even more naked than ever. Turning around and seeing her reflection in the door she'd just come in made her gasp! She didn't see or hear anyone, but noticed a bell on the counter. She knew she needed to summon help, but up to then she'd been seen nude by chance; it felt different to actually ask someone to come and see her this way! She hesitated for a few seconds, then tapped the bell two times. "What can I do for...." the man who answered the bell said before he made it through the door behind the counter; the rest of his question canceled by the sight of Julia standing opposite him on the other side of the counter, as naked as she could possibly be! She felt herself quivering a bit as she saw him emerge from the back room. After an awkward pause his ability to speak returned, picking up right where it had stopped,"You. What can I do for you?" He thought she seemed nervous, but not shaken up like the handful of women he'd seen who had been assaulted. Before Julia could answer he thought about a wise-ass friend of his and asked her," did Denny put you up to this? He's been telling me he'd send one of the dancers in his club to see me some night!" Julia was stunned, eventually replying "What! No! I'm not a stripper! I'm staying in Yurt B, and I got locked out!" A bit late, she raised her hands to cover her boobs. Still suspicious that the presence of the naked woman in front of him was some sort of prank, he asked, "How exactly did you come to be locked out while naked?" As stressed out as she was, Julia had to admit it was a fair question. Not wanting to provoke the somewhat agitated man, she addressed him by the title and name on his nametag; she told Ranger Moston about her late night moonlit skinny-dip and how she had searched in vain for her belongings, adding, "I saw a park jeep looking around where I left my things, did one of you working here take my stuff?" "No, that was me in the jeep, and I was just doing a sweep to be sure nobody was partying or had a fire going. The pickup of odds and ends left on the beach is the morning shift's job, after sunrise." "I can't understand how I could have lost track of where I left my stuff, I was so careful to count how many steps away from the stairs I had walked!" she replied. For the first time in their conversation, Julia saw Ranger Moston starting to smile! "I'm sorry, I'm sure this is very embarrassing for you," he said, "but I'm pretty sure I know where your belongings are, and I was just imagining you methodically hunting in the wrong place!" "How could you know where my things are?" Trying not to laugh out loud, the Ranger explained, " The stair you went down to the beach is one of two identical paths, there's another one for the tent camping area. When you were floating you most likely drifted away from the stair at the yurt sites, ending up nearer to the stair at the tent sites. You could hunt forever where you looked, but your stuff is probably still where you left it, 10 yards to the south!" "Are you fucking kidding? I feel like such an idiot!" "For what it's worth, as dark as it is, I can see how anyone not familiar with the park could make that mistake," he replied. Well, thanks for that, I guess; can you let me into my yurt now? I can pick up my stuff on the beach in the morning." she asked. "One problem with that," the Ranger told Julia, "I'm not supposed to let anyone into a yurt unless they can show me some ID.' Julia backed away from the counter far enough to be sure the Ranger could see her from head to toe, spread her arms wide and asked angrily, "Dude, do I look like I have any ID with me? Any anything?" She turned around a full 360 degrees and stood facing him with her palms turned up as if to ask what more she could do. "I'm sorry, but I really have no way of knowing who you are, or if you have any business getting into that yurt, and I'm also not supposed to let myself into a yurt that might be occupied by someone else, so I can't just go in and look for your ID. What I can do is drive you to where I'm certain your things are, help you find them, and give you a ride to your yurt if you do find the key. Does that work for you?" It wasn't the quickest solution Julia had been thinking she'd get in exchange for being exposed to yet another stranger, but she wasn't in a position to make any demands. As confident as the Ranger was that he would be able to reunite her with clothing, she could at least finally see an end to the ludicrous situation she'd put herself in; she nodded and asked, "How soon can we go?" Stepping out from behind the counter, he replied, "aside from your little problem, things are pretty quiet tonight; let's go see what we can find!" He motioned for Julia to head out the door and followed right behind her, locking the door behind him and walking toward the Jeep. They both climbed in, he started it and drove out past the entrance, leaving the park behind completely and heading north on the highway! "Why are we leaving the park," Julia asked, her voice shaky as her imagination provided several possible answers, most of which were bad! "Sorry," he said, "I should have told you before we started, the ramp down to the beach is at the far northern end of the park, 2 miles or so from the main entrance. You can't get to it from inside the park." Even after hearing why they were on the highway, and even though it was a warm night, Julia felt a chill, riding naked in a vehicle with no doors or roof at almost 50 miles per hour! When a big pickup truck passing them paused briefly alongside the jeep she quivered until it completed its pass and left them behind. Just as he'd described it, they soon reached an unmarked dirt road, which he turned onto and slowed the jeep to a crawl. The road was hardly more than a trail; he stopped and looked over at Julia, bathed in the glow from the map app on a screen atop the dash. He said,"it's a bumpy half mile between here and the beach, but we'll be going slow enough that there's no way we're going to be in an accident." Gesturing at her shoulder belt, he suggested, "you might be more comfortable without that rubbing you there!" as he pointed at the spot where the belt was nestled between her jiggling breasts. She blushed but took his advice, unfastening the belt and bracing herself against the dash. After a couple of minutes of the Jeep bouncing along through the woods, they reached the hard packed sand of the beach. She had to admit, the Ranger knew his park; after just a few minutes of driving he parked and aimed the spotlight at the stone wall at the back of the beach, quickly locating and lighting up the gap in the rock face and the bottom few steps. "From what you've told me, you probably went down to the beach at this stair. I'll stay here and light up the area where you're searching with the spotlight. You can pace off the distance from the stair to where you remember setting your stuff down. Once you find your stuff, you can wave me off and I'll turn around and drive back, or if you'd rather have a lift back, just walk back here, show me your key, and I'll drive you all the way back to your yurt. Julia hopped out of the Jeep and started walking toward the stair. Noticing the long shadow her body was making, she glanced back over her shoulder and gasped at the sight of her uncovered shoulders, back and ass lit up like they probably never had been, at least not when she was outdoors! There had been times during her fiasco of an evening when she almost could forget she was naked; this was not one of those times! Carefully counting her strides from the stair, followed at her every step by the spotlight, Julia was at her 104th step when she saw the tan fabric of her long-lost towel! She knelt next to it and flipped it open; sure enough, everything was exactly as she had left it. Besides the empty wine bottle and snack packaging, her shorts and shirt, sandals, flashlight, and the all-important key to her yurt were all there. To be sure she wouldn't be separated from it again, she slipped the strap holding the key up her right arm, all the way up to her elbow. She picked up her shorts and was about to put them on when she thought, "What the fuck, he's already seen everything; why bother getting dressed now?" She dropped her shorts back onto the pile and rolled her things back up in the towel. She picked her improvised package up and stood up, still with her back to the light. She noticed for the first time how her shadow had changed now that she was within a few feet of the rock face; still slightly larger than life, but now clearly the shape of a woman, and as she began to turn and the individual shapes of her breasts appeared in shadow, clearly the shadow of a woman at least partially nude! Turning to face the jeep, it occurred to Julia that her current exposure was different than all the other times she'd been seen in the nude that night. At every other occasion her nudity had been accidental or at least necessary, but this was different. Now that she'd decided to skip getting her clothing back on and take the Ranger up on his offer of a ride back to her yurt, she was, for the first time in her life, showing her uncovered body to a stranger voluntarily, just because she felt like doing it! As she walked on toward the spotlight Julia still felt the familiar instinct to cover herself, but the impulse was fading with every step she took. She felt her pulse racing the same way as it had done every other time she'd been seen this way, and the shiver that ran through her when she glanced down at her body, bathed in the beam of the spotlight, was similar to several she'd felt that night, but her feeling this time was not the same. This time felt different. This time being naked was her choice. This time was awesome! As she climbed into the jeep, it occurred to Julia that she had an opportunity to add one more unprecedented behavior to her list for the night. She was trying to decide exactly how to proposition Ranger Moston, fighting the urge to giggle as she realized she was about to ask for sex from a man whose first name was unknown to her! "Find everything you were looking for?" he asked as she closed the door. "Almost everything," she replied, her voice shaking, "There was one thing I'd like you to do if you could." "Okay, what do you need?" Julia was about to explain exactly what she wanted from him when she noticed the wedding ring on the Ranger's left hand. She immediately flashed back to the awful moment she'd found out George had been cheating on her. She knew she'd regret asking for what she had planned to; if he said yes, she'd feel guilty, and if he turned her down she'd feel foolish. She pivoted away from her plan to offer her body to the unsuspecting Ranger, saying, "Can you not mention any of this to anyone else? I mean, if you're required to fill out a report then I suppose you have to, but if you can keep it between us I'd be grateful!" Thinking for a minute about how he could help Julia out and follow the requirements of his job, he finally answered, "I am supposed to fill out a report, but I'll just say, 'Assisted guest in finding missing key to yurt.' How does that sound?" "Perfect, thanks!" she replied. When they parked in front of her yurt she thanked him again then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. She climbed out of the jeep, walked to her yurt's door, unlocked it and swung the door open. She turned toward the jeep and waved goodbye to her rescuer. He waved back and drove away. Finally safe in her yurt, Julia picked up her phone to check the time and noticed a basic, "just checking in," text from Cara. She noticed the time as well, grimacing when she saw that it was well past 3 AM, less than five hours from the time she needed to be on the road to catch her flight home! She wasn't looking forward to getting up so soon and crawled into bed immediately, but as she thought about her evening she had no regrets about why she was so late settling in! Once he was back at the Admin building, Ranger Moston carefully deleted the last hour or so of the video automatically recorded by his body cam to keep Julia's exposure out of the camp's records, right after he copied it onto a thumb drive to take home! Though he was keeping Julia's adventure out of the official record as she'd requested, he felt a little guilty about making himself a copy, but he was sure that unless she saw it with her own eyes, his wife would never believe his answer when she asked him if anything interesting had happened during his shift!

Joanne's summer vacation by Neykid Joanne's summer vacation pt1 My name is Jo which is short for Joanne. I am what you may consider a tom boy. I love mucking in with the boys like playing sports, camping and drinking beer. My mother hoped I would be like a girly girl since I have two older brothers and always tried to get me to wear skirts and dress but I would just stick to my jeans. I never had any girlfriends because I always found them annoying so I hung around three guy friends all the time. It was always competitive between us and we were always daring each other to do stupid stunts. I was just one of the guys to them until one summer we all went camping everything changed. So the day before the July 4th long weekend I had packed everything. So when the guys came over there was a bit of a hustle and bustle of packing the truck for the trip. “So are we good, do we have everything.” Brent said as he was raring to go “I think so.” I said and jumped in the truck. My mom said her good byes. Brent, Keith and Jim were frequently over to my house so my mom knew them well but she said “You boys better be good.” “Yes Mrs Anderson.” All three said in unison. Then we set off on our three hour trip. I got my iPod and plugged it into the stereo and cranked the tunes. We joked and laughed and talked about what we were going to do when we got there. All of us were so excited. We stopped off at a store/gas station to gas up and got some beers then it was another thirty minutes until we got to the campsite. When we got to our site we quickly got everything set up. Then all cracked open a beer and made a toast to awesome long weekend. Then Keith said “Last one in the lake is a rotten egg and has to do a dare.” There was a mad scramble to get to our tents and change into our bathing suits. All the boys were in one big tent changing and I was in my one man tent trying to find my bathing suit. Looking out the flap of my tent I saw the boys running to the lake. “Gad dammit.” Now I wondered what they were going to get me to do. I still couldn’t find my bathing suit so now I was even more pissed off. “Ahhhh S@#T!!.” I couldn’t find my suit so I went down to the lake to tell the guys. When I got to the dock I yelled out to the guys that I couldn’t find my suit. Then Jimmy Shouted back “I dare you to come in naked.” “No way am I doing that.” Brent and Keith started laughing then shouted “Oh yes you are.” I gave the boys some evil looks. None of us have backed out on a dare and I wasn’t going to be the first one to do it. I had never been naked in front of my friends so it was very hard for me. I kept stalling and the boys kept yelling “Chicken,chicken,chicken.” Being the highly competitive person I am I said” F**K it.” And quickly stripped and jumped in the water. The boys cheered and laughed and I was feeling kind of embarrassed. Then I thought I will have to swim naked again because this was only the first day. We goofed around in the water but the boys got in and out and dove off the dock. I stayed in the water to cover myself but I knew eventually I would have to get out and they would see my naked body again. Then Jimmy the bastard said “I double dog dare you to stay naked all weekend.” “Are you kidding me?” Then the guys started laughing and pushing each other, and then Jimmy said “Why not, you have to get naked again to go swimming so you might as well stay naked.” I was trying to reason in my head why I should take the dare so I said “What’s in it for me.” “You don’t have to do anything all weekend but look pretty naked.” Jimmy said “Yea look pretty naked.” The other two said while laughing Did they just call me pretty? They never did that before and I never thought of myself that way either. “Well then what’s it going to be?” Jimmy said For some reason I blurted out “I will do it.” Then I regretted it right after saying it. The guys high fived each other and cheered then got out of the water and picked up my clothes. Then they stood there smiling waiting for me to get out of the water. “Here goes nothing.” I said quietly to myself as I made my way to the ladder on the dock. I slowly climbed the ladder then the jerks started giving me wolf whistles. When I got on the dock I gave them a swirl. “There you go have a good look.” All I heard was a loud “WooooooHOOOO.” I walked passed them so all they could see was my butt then the buggers starting singing the song by sir mixalot “I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up tough 'cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh, baby I wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got Make Me so horney.” I started laughing and wiggling my butt as I walked back to camp. I started to get into this naked dare. “So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah) Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back.” I stuck out my butt for them. Then everybody laughed The first thing I did when I got back was have myself another beer and true to their word the boys started gathering wood and cooking up some burgers. I was actually really enjoying being naked when another truck went by to get to their campsite. I hunched over on the picnic table to cover myself then started to freak out. Joanne's summer vacation pt2 “Hey guys I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to be naked in front of anybody else.” “Ha ha you kind of forgot about that when you made the deal.” Brent said “You can’t back out now.” Said Keith who had a silly grin “What if someone else comes over what am I going to do?” “I don’t know pretend you are a nudist or something.” Jimmy said with a smirk “Ahhh awwright , s**t why did I agree to this.” “We are all glad you did, isn’t that right boys.” Said Jimmy “Oh yeah.” They all said as they high fived each other. “Ok fine as long as you don’t leave me alone.” “That’s a promise.” Keith said as he held out his hand for me to shake it. I shook his hand. I knew my friends would always have my back but I needed a bit reassuring since I am in this vulnerable state. I had a few more beers and had a couple of burgers. Then I saw another truck go by on the trail to find their campsite. This time I didn’t hunch over and a couple of guys did a double take. I gave them a little wave as they went by. I thought to myself this is going to be one hell of a weekend. Then a guy on an ATV quad came by and stopped at our site. He went up to Jimmy. “Hey I am Mr Watson I am here to collect payment for the site.” “Oh right yea just a minute. Hey guys we need to pay this guy for the site.” Jimmy said I gulped and then slowly got up to go to my tent and get my money. I saw Mr Watson staring at me and then knew I would really show my ass to him as I bent over to crawl into my tent. I emerge from my tent and walked towards him and handed him the money. He took my money and said “Are you ok miss. You are not coerced to be naked?” He said trying to assess what’s going on. “No no I like being naked. Is it alright to be naked here?” I said hoping his answer would be yes so I wouldn’t get in any trouble. “Actually you are not the first one to be naked nor will you be the last. As long as there is no trouble you can be naked as you want.” He said as he looked me up and down. “Cool, thanks Mr Watson.” As I watched Mr Watson ride away I heard Brent say “You like being naked.” For some reason I got all embarrassed but said “Yes I do, I didn’t think I would but I find exhilarating. When Mr Watson showed I got excited to be naked in front of him.” Aw great why did I spill the beans and tell them that, it must have been the beer talking. Now they are going to want me naked all the time. “Wow Jo really that’s cool.” Keith said Jimmy gave me a knowing stare and smiled. I got up and bent over the cooler to get me another beer. We spent the rest of the night chatting, playing music and drinking beer. “Ok boys I think it is time for me to go to bed, good night.” I stumbled into my tent and lay on top of my sleeping bag because it was hot. Then all of a sudden it was morning. Wow I really passed out. I rubbed my eye and scrawled out my tent then I had a real urge to pee. I had no other choice but to go behind the nearest tree. I rushed over to one and started to pee but what I didn’t realize was Brent had the same idea. I couldn’t stop so he watched me pee and I watch him. He got finished before me and came over to me. I couldn’t be bothered if he watched or not because I had a hangover. “Ok Jo, are you ready to have some more fun naked?” Brent said cheekily I mumbled a “Yes” “That’s the spirit ha ha.” Brent said as he went back to his tent. I needed to clear my head so I got my toiletries and walked up the trail to the showers and washrooms. I went alone and don’t Know why. In this ten minute hike I passed other campsites. Only one guy saw me as got out of his tent. I waved to him and kept on going. As I approached the building for the first time I saw a clearly defined male and female side. But I also saw that each side had an outside shower as well. I entered the female side to see what it was like but something made go and use the outside shower. This being naked thing was taking me over. I turned on the shower and once it was warm I just put my head right under the water. It felt great but also naughty that someone might be watching me. I lathered up then I heard someone coming towards me. I turned around as I continued to lather up and saw that it was the guy that saw me as he got out of his tent. “What do we have here? Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” “Good morning, I hope you don’t mind?” “No why would I mind. You don’t get to watch a beautiful girl shower outside every day.” “I guess not, hi my name is Jo. I mean Joanna.” “Hi I am Steve it is nice to meet you. Why are you naked anyway?” “It was a dare so I have to stay naked all weekend.” “Wow really that is awesome. I guess I will be seeing more of you so take care.” Steve said as he went into the male side of the washrooms. I couldn’t believe I was showering naked outside and talking to a guy at the same time. What a rush I thought as I finished my shower. As I walked back some of Steve’s friends waved at me. I smiled and waved back and held my chest out a little more. When I got back Keith said “Where the hell did you get to?” “I am sorry I went off on my own to have a shower.” “Here’s some breakfast.” “Thanks Keith I am starving.” I sat down on the bench and ate my breakfast. The guys sat down and joined me then Brent asked “How are you liking it so far and are you up for a game of Frisbee?” “I really enjoying it and sure it would be fun to play Frisbee.” “Cool the open field is right by the washrooms.” So the four of us walked up the trail to the field and I noticed more people were awake. I guess the word had got around because they all watched me as I walked by. I smiled and waved at them. “Ah I see you like all this attention Jo.” Said Jimmy “Yeah I have to admit I do.” As we continued on the trail I thought to myself I really do like the attention. Why hadn’t I done this before, it was so exhilarating. Eventually we got to the field and started tossing around the Frisbee. After a few minutes I noticed a few people standing around watching me. Then I saw some girls watching and started to feel uncomfortable. One of the girls came up to me asked me in an angry tone why I was naked. So I told her that I was doing on a dare from my friends then she walked off and told her girlfriends. Then a group of boys came by with a football and started tossing that around. Then someone mentioned that we all have a game of touch football. Joanne's summer vacation pt3 We divided up everyone as best we could but the three girls wanted to be on the same team. The boys goaded the girl that came over to talk to me to go on my team who were playing skins. This girl whose name was Stacey would have none of it so her friend came to our side. “Hi I am Jo it is nice to meet you.” “Hi I am Paula. So we are the skins side.” She said as she looked me up and down. Paula just had on a bikini but took it all off. I guess she didn’t know that it was just the top you were supposed to take off. Her friends and the boys were in shock to see her naked. “You know Paula you were only supposed to take your top off.” I chuckled “Oh my god, really? I thought umm no are you kidding. Aw well I was prepared to play naked anyway so let’s do this.” She laughed I looked over at Stacey and she was shooting her friend evil looks. It was pretty funny to see she was angry now at two naked girls. “Hey, Jo do you want to hike the ball?” Said Jimmy said with an evil grin “What so you can touch my ass and all. OK fine.” I bent over and Jimmy said in his best Borat impression “Mmm very nice.” Then his hands went between my legs. It distracted me for a second then I hiked the ball. The pushing and shoving for position from the other players felt like I was getting groped. It was actually quite a turn on to have those hands on me. Then Jimmy tossed me the ball then I had two sets of hands quickly touch me as I caught the ball. Jimmy kept throwing it to either Paula or me until we got a touchdown. As we gathered ourselves to defend against the other team Paula whispered to me “Wow this is really exciting playing football naked.” “I know right.” It was the other teams turn and the first throw was to Steve the guy I met earlier in the morning. I was quick enough to touch him to end his run. He was quite surprised at how fast I was then as he walked by me and gave me a playful smack on the ass. “You bugger.” Steve turned, smiled at me and ran back to the line of scrimmage. The next throw was to Stacy and it was easy for me to stop her but she wouldn’t acknowledge that I touched her so I kept running and grabbed the string of her bikini top. She dropped the ball when it broke and screamed, got mad and went off in a huff. The whole group decided to play about another fifteen minutes without her. It was a blast getting touched and patted on the bum by the guys. We took a break to get some water or beer and I introduced myself to the other team. They all asked why I was naked so I told them why and they cheered. I was getting to enjoy being naked more and more and I still had a couple of days to go. The Paula came over to me and asked “Have you seen my bikini anywhere? “No, I don’t suppose Stacey took when she went off in a huff?” “That bitch.” Paula said angrily “I guess you are stuck being naked like me.” I chuckled “Ha ha I guess so for now anyway.” She said with a smile The football game didn’t resume, we all stood around drinking and chatting. Jimmy came up to me “Hey Jo we have to go for a beer run, do you want come?” I said good bye to the guys and Paula and walked back to our camp. We hopped in the truck and drove back to the gas station and convenience store. I felt like a bundle of nerves because I was away from the safe haven of the camp site. When we arrived at the store Jimmy jokingly said “Do you want to come in the store?” I just shook my head no and tilted the seat back and relaxed. Then there was a rap on the window which startled me out of my nap that I fell into. I sat up and saw a bunch of guys around the truck. I opened the window and asked Jimmy what was going on. “Come on get out of the truck.” Jimmy said I did as he asked and all the guys cheered. “Give them a little spin.” There I was naked in a gas station parking lot give guys a better look by twirling around for them. It was such a thrill to be naked in front of guys I didn’t know and they even took pictures of me with their phones. Keith jokingly said “I think we have created a monster.” I smiled and thought he was right; I couldn’t get enough of exposing myself. We all hopped in the truck again and went back to the camp site. We drank some beer and had something to eat and relaxed. Later on I wanted to go for a swim but the boys didn’t want to go so I made my way to lake. It was a wonderful feeling to be so exposed and in nature. When I got there I saw Steve and they both waved at me as I approached the dock. Paula swam to the ladder and climbed on the dock and noticed right away she was still naked. We hugged and then we both jumped in the water. We started talking about being naked and Paula couldn’t believe how awesome it was. We splashed about the lake for a good hour then we went back to our respective campsites. The rest of the night was just drinking beer and talking about the dares they going to get me to do or where they were going to get me to go naked. I was actually getting excited by their suggestions. The next morning was rough for all of us because of all the beer we had drank. So we slowly made are way to the showers. The boys went in there side and took the outside one like last time. It took about ten minutes to come too then I started to feel better. The boys came out and saw me showering. “Aw nice one Jo, that is very hot.” Jimmy said I gave the boys a smile then turned off the shower and walked back to camp with them. Then Jimmy said “What are you going to do after this weekend to get naked?” “I have no idea but I do know I want to get naked again.” “Cool.” Said all the boys and them smiled at me I sat back in the lawn chair and thought about how awesome this weekend has been and knew I wanted more. Then I thought how I was going to do it when I got home. When my parents were away or out or over at my friend’s homes. I must have been more tired than I thought because I nodded off for a bit I don’t know how long but I woke up by someone laughing. I opened my eyes and saw some of the guys we played football with looking at me. I looked down and saw my legs had spread open when I slept. “Oh hey guys how’s it going.” I said as I still kept my legs spread open. They all said their hello’s while steeling glances between my legs. I sat there while they chatted what they were going to do for the last night. Then they all decided to go for a beer run so they all took off and left me there. As I sat there I had the sudden urge to play with myself. I took a quick look around and then let my hand slip between my legs. My orgasm came surprisingly quickly and powerful. After sitting there in the afterglow I decided to get up and take a hike around the lake. As I walked along the trail I wondered why I didn’t do this before. The thrill of being naked was amazing so I had to find a way to be naked at home. After some time walking on the trail taking in the beautiful scenery I heard someone riding a Quad(ATV). Joanne's summer vacation pt4 It was Mr Watson and he came up to me and stopped. “Wow how’s my favourite naked customer?” Mr Watson said with a cheek grin “She is doing great.” I said as I struck a pose “What are you doing a way out here?” “I was thinking of walking around the lake.” “Oh that will take basically all day to do that.” “I guess I won’t be doing that then.” “I can give you a lift back to your campsite if you want.” “Thanks.” I said as I hopped on the back As we rode down the trail, I don’t what happened but the bumps and vibration of the engine set off an orgasm. It took a bit of effort to keep quiet and to hang on to him until the orgasm subsided. We got to my campsite I thanked him but I had trouble getting off the Quad because my legs were to a little shaky. I finally got off the Quad without falling and gave Mr Watson a peck on the cheek but as he was about to take off I glanced down at the seat and saw a huge wet spot. I got a little embarrassed that he was going to find the wet spot later. All the boys wondered where I was and what was going on with Mr Watson. They handed me a beer and someone started pumping the music. The party did start kind of early but the boys bought lots of beer to last. Paula came by and she and I put on a sexy dance together and the boys cheered. I got so hammered I just remember crawling into my tent but the next morning I kind of came too and noticed I was spooning Paula. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep again. I awoke again to see Paula smiling at me. “Hey sleepy head.” She said and then gave me a kiss This was the first time being kissed by someone. I hadn’t even had sex yet but the kiss seemed right so I kissed her back. This was the moment I found out I liked girls and boys and Paula and I became really good friends(BFF), We ended up playing and having fun with each other. We emerged from my tent to find the boys still passed out so Paula and I headed for the showers. We had fun washing each other and getting each other off then we went back to camp to see the boys slowly coming too. We made some breakfast then we said our good byes and I exchanged numbers with Paula. We started packing up and getting ready to go home. Once we were done Keith said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I laughed because I had packed up all my clothes. I got out my shorts and T-shirt but didn’t put them and just put them in the truck for easy access. We had to stop at the gas station and get some gas and dared me to pump it naked while he went in to get some snack for the drive home. I got out like it was normal and filled the tank. I got stares from people that were doing the same but I just waved and smiled at them. I was thinking that this might be my last time being naked in public. The boys dared me to flash truckers on the way home which I did with joy. As we entered my street I quickly put on my clothes. It felt weird but I had to so Mom wouldn’t see me naked. Mom came out and greeted us and asked how the weekend was and we all replied it was awesome. That night I laid in my naked for the first time thinking about the weekend of being without clothes. I had to find a way to continue this new love affair of being naked. I phoned Paula and had a long chat with her then I fell asleep. The next morning I laid there wondering how and when to tell my parents I like to be naked. Then I got up and had a shower then went down stairs in just a towel. I had my breakfast with my mom and we just sat there and didn’t say anything. Then mom hears the garbage truck come up the street. “Oh no I forgot about the long weekend the garbage truck coming today. Quick Jo, help me put the bins out.” I was about to say something that I was in my towel but thought this would be a perfect opportunity to drop my towel. My mom and I grabbed the first bin and we each had a handle and took it out to the curb. I felt the towel slipping a little bit then we got the other bin and by then the garbage truck was at our neighbour’s bins so we hurried. My towel dropped half way to the curb but I pretended not to notice. By the time we got the curb the truck was there and the garbage man was about to grab the bin but saw me and stopped to take a look. He grabbed the bin then dumped it and handed to me and that is when mom noticed that I was naked. She shrieked and then got handed the other bin. We made our way back and I grabbed my towel on the way and then put the bins back in their place. Mom started laughing that I flashed the garbage man. “I bet that made his day.” “It sure did mom I bet he wants to see me again.” Mom couldn’t stop laughing at what happened so didn’t notice I didn’t cover myself with my towel. I was sitting naked with my mom eating my breakfast. I got up to get another cup of coffee then she noticed I was still naked. “Aren’t you going to cover up honey?” So here was my chance to test the waters to see if I can be naked even for a little while. “Is it alright if I stay like this?” Hoping she would say yes “Umm I guess so if you are comfortable.” “Thanks mom.” That was a bit of surprise but how long could I stay naked, so I sipped my coffee slowly and surfed the net on my tablet. I got myself an extra piece of toast to prolong breakfast and think of what I was going to do all day. I asked my mom what she was going to do today and she said “Some baking and maybe some gardening.” “Can I help I am doing nothing today?” “Sure let’s make it a mother daughter day.” “So what are we doing first?” “Some baking.” “Ok so what are we baking?” I said as I got up to get some baking utensils “A cake and some cookies.” Mom said looking at me with a quizzical look After we had finished baking and we sat down again for a break I could see my mom’s was trying to figure out why I was being naked because I have never done it before. I was thinking of something to say but I had nothing so I blurted out a half-truth before mom had a chance to ask. “You are wondering why I am still naked aren’t you well I forgot my bathing suit this weekend so I had to go skinny dipping and I actually liked being naked.” I said leaving out that I spent the whole weekend naked. “Ok honey, were the boys good?” “Yes mom the boys were good.” “So what are you saying honey you want to be naked around here all the time?” I almost chickened out but I took a big breath and said “Yes.” “I guess I am ok with it but I don’t know about your father.” Joanne's summer vacation pt5 I grabbed a cool drink and went outside to the back deck. “Wow wait a minute I thought you meant just in the house what if someone sees you?” “it’s ok mom there is no need to panic our fence is high enough plus our neighbours aren’t on either side of us.” I said hoping to calm her down. “uhh ok I just don’t want our neighbours seeing you prance around naked.” “Ok that’s fine nobody will know.” I said trying not to push my luck After working on my tan for a while I got dressed before my father came home. Only when my parents were away or when mom was just home is when I got naked. Two weeks later Jimmy called and said he needed someone to help finish building this house. “So what will I be doing and for how long?” “A bit of painting, some clean up and odds and ends for a day, maybe something extra.” “What’s this something extra?” “You’ll see.” Jimmy said with a chuckle. “So are you in?” “Sure I’m in, so when do I start?” “I will pick you up tomorrow Jo. See you later.” This little something extra was playing on my mind the rest of the day. Just what could it be? The next morning I got ready and waited for Jimmy on the front step to pick me up. As soon as I saw Jimmy pull in the driveway I quickly got up and got in his car. When I got in his car the first thing out of my mouth was “What is this something extra?” Jimmy chuckled “Don’t hit me but I promised the guys you would work naked.” I was in total shock I didn’t know what to say or do. “So do you want to work naked?” Jimmy said Just going about the house naked didn’t have the same thrill as when we went camping so I nervously said “Yes.” “Cool, the guys are going to love this.” When we pulled up to the work site my nerves almost got the better of me but I took a big breath and open the car door and went in the house to meet the guys. A guy in a white hard hat came up to me and said “Hi my name is Matt you must be our naked helper.” I coughed a little and nervously said “Yes I am your naked helper.” Matt sensed my nervousness and said “Look there is nothing to worry about; you are here to help and be something pretty to look at while we all work. Jimmy said you love to get naked.” I looked at jimmy and knew this was a dare he wanted me to do. It seems I have been the one to do all the dares since the camping trip. So right there in the middle of six guys I began to take my clothes off. Then I see one guy go and turn up the radio so I guess they wanted a show. I did my best to do it as sexy as I could but I struggled to get my jeans off and my panties came down with them. I put my boots back on then I whipped off my t-shirt and threw it at Matt. Then I took off my bra and spun it around my head. All the guys cheered then Matt came over with a hard hat and some gloves for me. It was an amazing feeling to be the only one naked again. So right off the bat one guy who’s name was Carl wanted me to go up a ladder to clean a window while he held it joke. I knew he wanted to have a good look at my ass so I obliged. So after the first hour they all had their little jokes and had a good look at me, eventually it sort of went back to normal. It was so enjoyable to be naked I wanted it to be my normal attire. I even thanked Jimmy for setting this whole thing up. When having lunch with the guys it was laugh even though they got a little crude by wanting me to sit with my legs apart. By the end of the day I was all sweaty and dirty but I felt so good. I hugged all the guys to say thank you and good bye and got in the truck. When we were half way home Jimmy said “Did you forget something?” “No Why.” “Are you sure you didn’t forget anything?” Jimmy said as he looked at my tits “Oh s**t I forgot my clothes.” Jimmy started laughing his ass off at the idea of me forgetting my clothes. “What’s your mom going to say when you show up naked?” “I don’t know but she does know I like being naked.” “She knows, that’s cool.” When Jimmy dropped me off no one was home which I was kind of glad about so I go to get my house key but I couldn’t find it. I panic and run down the end of my driveway to see if I could catch Jimmy but I miss him and just see him turn around the corner. Just as I curse the situation I am in I see old Mr Russo look at me and wave. Oh no I promised mom I wouldn’t let the neighbours see me naked. Mr Russo starts to walks over towards me then asks “What the hell is going on here?” “Look Mr Russo I am locked out of my house. Can we have this conversation out of sight from the other neighbours?” “Come over to my house.” He said and walked towards his home I cursed myself again and followed him. I enter his house and he led me to his kitchen and told me to take a seat. “Do you want a cup of tea?” “Umm ok Mr Russo.” He put water in the kettle and placed on the stove then came and sat down at the table. “So let me ask this again what the hell is going on?” “You mean why am I naked?” “Yes precisely why is a young woman like yourself out in public naked?” I had no answer for him but to say “I like being naked.” “Do your parents know you like this?” I said “Yes.” But I didn’t say that my father didn’t know. “So if I go over and ask your mom everything would be ok?” He had me so I told him “Look Mr Russo I promised my mom I wouldn’t let our neighbours see me naked. Now I am screwed now that you saw me because I have this obsession with being naked. So please don’t tell my mom.” Mr Russo didn’t say a word he just looked at me then got up to pour the tea. He brought the tea over then he said “I won’t tell your mom if you come over tomorrow night and be the naked hostess for my weekly poker night.” Being a naked hostess intrigued me so I said “Yes.” Joanne's summer vacation pt6 “That’s great it is going to be the best poker night ever. Now give us a little twirl so we can have a good look at you.” I stood up and gave him a twirl then sat down and chatted while having some tea. I told him about the camping trip and he found the story fascinating. When I found out my mom was home I said my goodbyes to Mr Russo and then tried to sneak into the house. I quickly and quietly went up the stairs and jumped in the shower. When I was finished I towelled off and went downstairs naked. “So how was your job today Jo?”My mom said still giving that why are you naked look. “It was good. We got everything all finished.” I started helping mom make dinner when she said “Your father is coming home soon, do you think you should get some clothes on?” “Ok mom, I will go get dressed.” Just as I was about to go upstairs the front door open and in stepped my father. He had this shocked look on his face so I quickly said “Hi dad.” Then walked passed him to go to my bedroom. I became all worried and started fretting over what my dad was going to do to me. I must have paced about my bedroom for about ten minutes before he came up to my room. The funny thing is with all my fretting I forgot to get dressed so when my dad came up he was still taken aback. “I am sorry dad I didn’t mean for you to see me like this.” I said as I started to cry “It’s ok honey, mom told me everything. Look I am not too sure about it but I am not going to stop you if you like being naked so you can stop your worrying.” “Really dad you are not mad at me?” “No honey you are a good kid. If it makes you happy to be naked so be it.” I went over and hugged and thanked my dad. “Ok honey see you later for dinner.” He said and went back down stairs. I flopped on to my bed and thought about what happened. Now I am able to go about the house naked like I wanted too. Now though I felt guilty for letting Mr Russo see me because of what I promised mom. I got the call for dinner and slowly made my way down to the kitchen. It felt a little awkward being naked in front of both parents but it soon wore off as we got talking at eating dinner as usual. Then I had to ask just confirmation “So you guys are ok with me being naked around the house?” “Yes honey, it is just you and us, now that your brothers have moved out. Plus you were always dressing like boy but now you are showing off your womanly curves although to the extreme.” My mom said with a smile “Thanks guys, ummm but what if one of our neighbours accidentally sees me?” With a quizzical look my dad said “Has anyone seen you?” I sheepishly said “Yes Mr Russo has.” “Look honey I just don’t want you getting into trouble because you want to be naked. I am just concerned for your safety that’s all, so if no trouble comes of it then its ok.” My mom said as she reached out to grab my hand. “Thanks mom, I will be careful.” I said now feeling less guilty When dinner was over I kind of vegged out in front of the Tv and felt great being clothes free. Then I grabbed my tablet and surfed the internet about exhibitionism and nudism and places to get naked in public. Then I came across world naked bike ride and found out there was going to be one in my city on the weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about the rest of the night as I clicked through lots of pictures of girls riding naked in public. I took my tablet to bed and read more as in where to meet up and what to bring. I texted my friend Paula to see if she would like to do it and she texted back yes. We texted back and forth for about an hour about how much fun it was going to be and how we couldn’t wait to do it. The next morning I had the house to myself so I had my breakfast out on the deck and enjoyed the fresh breeze on my naked. After that I went into the garage to clean my bike and see if it was in working order. I sat on my bike to imagine being out on the street and noticed how the seat fit between my legs and thought this was going to be a fun ride. I got the idea of putting on my bikini and going for a bike ride. Even though it was a regular bikini I imagined myself naked as I rode. I got a few honks from cars and some stares but that was it then I upped the ante and fix my bikini to have my left boob fall out and bunch my bottoms to show more of my ass. It was fun to pretend that I didn’t know I was flashing my boob to everyone. I so wanted to be naked already but didn’t want to get into trouble. When I got home I went straight out to the back deck to do some sun bathing. I got my tablet again to find ideas or ways to expose myself or wear as little clothing as possible without getting into trouble and then went upstairs to have a look at my wardrobe. All I had was a couple of old pairs of jeans since I had no real girly stuff so I altered them and made cut off shorts. One pair I think I cut too much off because when I bent over to see in the mirror, I was exposing quite a bit. I went back out to the deck again to soak up more sun but ended up falling asleep. I awoke sometime later and groggily got up and went inside but as soon as I hit the living room I saw my dad with another guy talking. “I am sorry honey I thought no one was home.” My dad said looking a little horrified and then began to apologize to the guy. I turned to quickly go up upstairs but the guy said “You don’t need to leave on my account.” I stopped and turn around to introduce myself “hi I am Jo his daughter. I am sorry I interrupted your meeting and for the way I am dressed or not dressed.” I chuckled and then glanced over to my dad who was still wide eyed with shock. He got up and shock hands with me and introduced himself as Mr Jones. “Well Mr Jones would you like some coffee?” “Um sure.” He said as he gave a look to my dad “Cool I will be right back.” I went to the kitchen and made the coffee then made my way back to the living room. I could see that dad still had a shocked look on his face as I sat the coffees down. “I suppose you are still wondering why I am still naked; it is because I am a nudist, so everything is ok Mr Jones.” I said trying to smooth over things for my dad. He just shook his head and looked at my dad. I left them and got myself a coffee and went back to the deck and had a bit of a chuckle about the situation. After about thirty minutes Mr Jones came out to say good bye and thanks for the coffee. I see my dad give a little shrug at me and then escorted him to the front door. A few minutes later dad came back and I thought I was going to get an ear full about being naked but I was pleasant surprised. He thanked me because he sealed the deal with his new client who he knew was going to be difficult. He jokingly said he might have to get mom naked too and we both laughed. Now I took another sip of my coffee and laid back and thought about what just happened with Mr Jones. Then my thoughts wondered to being the hostess of Mr Russo’s poker night and I got the urge to touch myself. I quietly and discreetly as I could I got myself off so my dad wouldn’t catch me. I didn’t take long and then I took another sip of coffee and continued working on my tan. It was time to go over to Mr Russo’s and I was getting a little nervous. I wanted to seek over to his house naked but my parents were still downstairs. The wait was agonizing but finally my parents went to bed so I quietly made my way down the stairs and out the front door. “Wow I didn’t expect you to show up naked but wow.” Mr Russo’s said as he looked me up and down. Joanne's summer vacation pt7 As he led me to the kitchen He Said “let me introduce you to the guys.” I froze as soon as I made eye contact with my favourite teacher from high school. I didn’t know what to do but die of embarrassment. “Wow Jo I didn’t recognize you with your clothes off.” Mr Schulz said and burst out laughing. He always had a way of easing tension and he made me start to relax and be myself. It turned out to be a great night. I served the guys drinks and I had a few too. I actually sat on my teachers lap and joked about doing something to pass his class. When the night was over they all asked if I was going to be at the next poker night. I teased them and acted all coy and said maybe, then I hugged them good night. The next morning all I could think of was the naked bike ride. I looked at the jean shorts I made and decided to put on the ones I took too much material off. I looked at my bikini top and took out the lining because I wanted my nipples to show. Like last time I pretended I was naked riding through the streets. As I was ridding I knew my ass was on display but what I didn’t know was what little material I had in front of my shorts had bunched up and went between my lips. I stopped off at a convenience store to get a drink and when I looked down to put my hand in my pocket to get money that is when I noticed how much I was displaying to the clerk. I smiled at the clerk as I paid for my drink. I had my drink outside the store and bent over my bike to pretend to check it out just to tease the clerk. I knew he would be checking out my ass. When I finished my drink I adjust the front strings of my bikini top to make loose so my tits would work their way out of my top on the ride home. I did seem to be obsessed with exposing myself but it was such a thrill. By the time I got home my tits were out of my bikini. Mr Russo was out on his front lawn and saw me coming with everything pretty much on display. I waved to him then put my bike back in the garage. My mom saw me come in the door and she had this shocked look on her face. “You went cycling in that outfit?” My mom said “Yea mom I am getting in some practice for tomorrows world naked bike ride.” “Really there is such a thing. So everyone is naked riding a bike through the streets?” “Yes mom, well most everyone is naked. It is held in a lot of cities around the world.” “So no one gets arrested for exposing themselves?” “No they don’t. Why all the questions, do you want to ride with me?” I said hoping my mom would say yes “Umm aahh maybe.” My mom said shyly. “A cool.” I said with a shriek. “Do you want to go out and practice right now?” “I don’t know, I am sure you dad will approve.” “Don’t worry about dad.” I said as I grabbed my mom’s hand and led her upstairs I threw her my other cut offs and my other bikini top. My mom’s tits are bigger than mine so they were falling out of the top already. Then we went to the garage to get our bikes. “Honey I am not sure about this, our neighbours are going to see us.” “Someone of our neighbours are going to see tomorrow all naked anyway. So it is ok mom.” So Jo and her mom headed out on the streets. Jo’s mom kept stopping every few minutes to put her tits back in her top. “Hey mom it is ok, pretend you don’t notice they are hanging out.” “Are you sure honey?” “Yes mom it is ok.” Jo was smiling as she rode behind her mom and seeing her state of dress. As they got to the same convenience store Jo said to her mom “Don’t adjust your top.” My mom fought every urge to adjust her top but she did it. She walked right in and got herself a cool drink. When she went to pay for it she saw the clerk looking at her tits then she cracked a joke. “Is one of my tits out or something?” I began to laugh as the clerk just shook his head yes. Then my mom looked down and said”Oh the girls are out.” Then put them back in her top. As we drank our drink outside the store my mom kept whispering to me that he was still looking and that this was such a thrill. I chuckled at mom that she was willing to do this with me. “You know we are going to be naked in this store tomorrow?” “Really honey I thought it was just for the event?” “Yes it is but I want to cycle home naked from the event and stop here for the drink.” “Don’t you think you should let him know just in case?” I don’t want any trouble. The way we are dressed now is fine but completely naked is another matter.” “Yea you are right mom.” I said as I went back into the store. “Can I ask you a question?” “Umm yes sure.” He said as he gave a little cough “Look my mom and I are practicing for the naked bike ride which is tomorrow. I was planning on riding home naked and maybe stopping here for a drink. Would that be ok if we came in here naked to get some drinks?” There was a long pause as he looked me up and down. He gave a cough again then said “Sure but can I have a preview?” “Ok but let me get my mom.” I said as I went to get my mom “Hey mom he wants a preview of what it is going to be like tomorrow.” The look on my mom’s face was priceless. “He wants us to strip in the store right now?” “Yep, are you up for it?” I said with a smile We both stepped in the store and stripped off and walked naked to the coolers to grab some more drinks. We put the drinks on the counter. “There how was that?” The clerk was basically speechless but he managed to say” That was cool, hope to see you tomorrow.” We both laughed at the situation and put what little clothes we had back on. We got back on our bikes and rode home. Everything was basically showing for both of us and when we got to our street and sure enough Mr Russo was out on his front lawn again doing something. What really surprised me was my mom stopped and talked to him. Just standing there with her tits out and having a major camel toe and talking to a neighbour was a sight to be seen. When they finished talking and we went inside I said “Wow mom you sure have got the hang of it. “I know honey.” She said with a laugh “Hey mom, are you going to stay naked when dad comes home?” “Sure why not, it has been an exciting day so far.” She said with a smirk This was so cool that my mom was joining me in my adventures. Tomorrow was going to be a great day with Paula, my mom and myself doing the naked bike ride. When my dad came home and saw mom naked he grabbed her hand and went upstairs. I texted Paula about what happened and she got all excited about the ride. Joanne's summer vacation pt8 The next morning I got up early to get ready. The ride was for 10am at Heath park downtown but it was only 7am. I was raring to go but I busied myself with trying to figure out what to wear. I got a t-shirt and made a low cut in the front a slit in the back and front at the bottom. Mom saw what I was doing and joined in and made her own t-shirt. Dad sat back with a cheesy grin and watched as he polished up his camera. Then Paula arrived and she saw what my mom and I were wearing and wanted the same thing. All three of us posed as my dad took pictures for this momentous occasion. We rode up and down the street to see how the t-shirts worked out. Everything was on display as we liked it. Now it was time to go so we got on our bikes but then we see dad get his bike out to join us. Dad followed us to Heath Park. As soon as we got there all three of us stripped off our one piece of clothing and tied the t-shirt to the handle bars. We look over at dad to see what he was going to do. He was talking pictures of us and then he gives us this look like he doesn’t want to do it but takes off his shorts anyway. This was my first time seeing dad naked but I could see that he was embarrassed. He put his hands in front of him to cover himself. He came even more embarrassed when he came excited and couldn’t hide it anymore. “Dad it’s ok, just relax and have fun and enjoy the ride.” “I am sorry honey this is my first time.” “No worries dad.” Before the ride got on the way dad was hiding himself with his bike. Then we were off and he hopped on quick and began peddling. It was such a blast to ride through down totally naked. I couldn’t get enough of the thrill it was real turn on. After I complete circle around town and back to Heath Park to finish the ride we hung out naked except for dad who quickly put on his shorts. Dad took more pictures of us and we also posed for pictures for other guys. After that things started to disperse so we thought it was time to see if we could make it home naked. It was only a 15 minute ride with the stop at the store. So we were all in agreement to ride home naked so we set off. We eventually made it to the store and the clerk was pleased to see us. We wondered about the store taking our time to prolong he experience. We event had our drinks inside. We posed with the clerk as my dad took pictures then we exchanged emails to so we could send him the pictures. We headed back home but on our way a cop pulled us over. My heart sank thinking that we were in big trouble. He got out of his car and said “Hey guys I take it you guys were at the naked bike ride. You were only meant to be naked at the event.” “I am sorry officer, oh hey Mike.” I said as I just recognized him from Mr Russo’s poker night “Jo it is nice to see you. Are these your sisters?” I looked back at mom and dad who were now starting to panic and said “No it is my mom and friend Paula and that is my dad. Are you going to charge us Mike?” “No I am not Jo. Just be careful next time.” I could see the relief in my mom and dad’s face and Paula’s. “Look Jo after the other night I know you like to get naked so here is some advice, you are actually allowed to go topless but you must have some sort of covering for the genital area. It can be skimpy as hell but it must be covered.” “Cool Mike that’s good to know. Now I will be practically naked all the time now.” I laughed “Good one Jo. It will be a pleasure to see you around town. Ok see you guys later make you way home quickly.” “See you Mike.” I said with a sigh of relief “Holy that was a close one honey.” Mom and Dad said in unison. Paula wiped her brow in a sign of relief. When we got home we all talked about the experience and now the boundaries we have to set out in public. The whole experience was a joy and hoped to do it again next year. We were all naked for dinner that night and it became a regular thing after that. Paula stayed over and we both looked online for the skimpiest bottoms we could find. The next morning Paula and I had the idea to take Mikes advice and to just wear panties and walk around the shops down town. We decided to walk from home to test out Mike’s advice and he was right one cop drove by and turned on his siren for a split second and kept on driving. “This is awesome.” I said to Paula “Yea it is. Do you want to see if we can find some really skimpy panties or bikini?” “That is a good idea.” It was so surreal walking about down town going from shop to shop in just a pair of panties. Finally we found a shop that sold underwear and bikinis. “Can I help?” Said the shop assistant “Sure we are looking for your skimpiest underwear or bikinis.” “Do you know that you are topless?” asking a stupid question “Yea we do. It is legal to go topless in public.” “Really I didn’t know that but I wouldn’t have the guts to do it.” “No worries just point us to your skimpiest panty section.” “Oh yea sorry they are right over here.” She left Paula and me alone to look through them. We found several pairs each then we went to the pay for them. “Wow you really did pick the skimpiest ones.” “I know.” I chuckled As soon as we paid for them we picked a pair to wear home and changed right in front of shop assistant. “It looks like you have to shave.” Paula laughed The shop assistant just stood in amazement at what happened. We said good bye and headed home. Our new panties made us that much closer to be naked in public. As the summer went on I was either naked or wearing just skimpy panties or bikini bottoms. I became very well known around town. The same clothing store I brought my panties was looking for help so I applied. I just wore my panties and the owner recognized who I was and almost didn’t hire me but I convinced her I would be a good employee. After that I got a staff discount on the skimpiest panties. Melany who sold me my first pairs of panties she was in charge of me. We became pretty close friends and after a while I managed to persuade her to go topless. It was difficult at first and she would just work in her bra but eventually I had to sneak behind her and undo her bra. She screamed at first and grabbed the front of her bra but I slowly pulled at it. It took her a little while to get used to being topless but eventually she did come around until the owner showed up and she freaked out and ran to the bathroom. I thought I was in trouble but she was in a happy mood. “Ah I see you are trying to get her to work topless.” “Yea she is a bit timid but she will come around. So you are ok with her working topless too? “Yea I am, sales have actually gone up which is cool. I don’t know if it has to do with you being topless or you are a good at sales.” Joanne's summer vacation pt9 The owner knocked on the door and demanded that Melany come out. She sheepishly came out of the bathroom and hung her head in shame. “Look Melany you are not in trouble I would actually like you to dress like Jo.” “You would?” “Yes, so put your hands down at yours side.” Then she went over and grabbed a pair of skimpy panties. “Here put these on.” Melany slowly but reluctantly took off her skirt then it took her a couple of moments to have the courage to take off her panties. She had never worn skimpy panties and now she was it was the only clothing she would wear. She quickly took her panties off and put on the new ones. The owner made her look at herself in the mirror to show her how hot she looked. She raised her head and gazed at herself. Then she looked over at me then back at herself then a smile came across her face. “Are you ok Melany?” The owner said “Yes I am.” she said with a smile still on her face “Good, now I was coming over here to talk about sales but now I don’t think I have to so keep up the good work.” She said and left the store “Look at you. How does it feel to be half naked?” “I think I know why you like being like this.” From then on Melany dressed like me and the sales kept going up in the store. Then one day my guys friends decided to come over to see how I was doing. I answered the door naked to the surprise of the guys except Jimmy. We all went into the kitchen then I realized I forgot to tell mom they were coming over. It was a bit of a shock to her to be naked in front of the boys. “Wow, Mrs Anderson you are looking good.” Jimmy said with a smirk. “Thank you Jimmy.” She said all embarrassed. It took a little bit to get over the embarrassment but she began to relax and began to mother them like always like getting them something to drink. We sat and chatted outside on the deck and first thing question that came from the boys was when my mother became a nudist. I laughed at them and said “I convinced her to go and that naked bike ride and she enjoyed it.” “That is great Jo I guess I will have to come over more often.” Laughed Brent My mom came out to give them their drinks. “There you go boys.” “Hey Mrs Anderson give us a little swirl.” Jimmy said with a cheeky smile “Ok boys are you ready.” She said and swirled around for them “Ok Jo, do you want to go to the ice cream shop?” “Sure I would love some ice cream?” The boys said their goodbyes to mom and went to the truck. I went upstairs to get a pair of panties. The look on the boy’s faces was priceless, just seeing me get into the truck with just panties on. I had to tell them it is legal to walk around like this and do it at my new job. They couldn’t believe it but they were getting a kick out of it. Sitting around at the ice cream shop with my friends was a blast. Just watching people’s reaction was so much fun. “That camping trip really changed you and for the better I think.” Keith said “I think so indeed. I never thought I would be sitting here likes about a month ago. It so freeing I would even take these panties off if it were legal for me to do so.” “What are you going to do after summer is over? What about college?” “I don’t know yet but I still have a whole month left and I want to be as naked as I can.” “Maybe we should go camping again.” Brent said “That would be an awesome idea.” ---------------- The rest of summer was just me naked as possible. From work to around town, home and the poker nights at Mr Russo’s. Mom was just as naked as me. Then we had a surprise visit from my older brothers it was a shock to everyone but we managed to get over it. As for college I dropped by the one I wanted to go to and see if they accept my dress code. They were hesitant at first but I quoted the law that Officer Mike said to quote. So it looks like I am going to college practically naked and maybe be on some sports teams. Jimmy and I became boyfriend, girlfriend. He loved that I was naked all the time. So that is how I spent my summer vacation.

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 1, Bates Pond (Chapter 1) Stonefield, Vermont. Mayberry fucking RFD. There was even a malt shop. Not for tourists – because there had always been a malt shop. The cars were 2025, but Stonefield itself – straight out of the 1950s. I’d spent summers there as a kid – the town never fucking changed – not a new building or house to be seen. After completing my ten minute tour, I headed back up the hill, making a mental note to look up the population of Mayberry. It had to be about the same as Stonefield. What beautiful weather, blue sky with tiny blazing white clouds way up high. It was just after Memorial Day. Stonefield had celebrated – such a patriotic place. I’d seen signs. I didn’t consider myself woke, but, having spent the last seven years on college campuses, I’d learned to pretend. I knew I wasn’t supposed to like Memorial Day. Wasn’t it all about aggrandizing war? I was young. I was a rebel, but that wasn’t me. After all, it was a new America. The first black president had come and gone – while I was in elementary school, no less. But you’d never know it looking around Stonefield. The entire town was an anachronism. I was part of a new generation, most of whom had their hearts set on fixing America, or ruining it in the attempt. Again, not me. The military? Police departments? I was in favor of both. I knew not to broadcast it. Taking one last look before walking around a bend, I sighed. I’d agreed to this. I’d survive. But it was going to be the longest, loneliest summer ever. No one my age was in Stonefield. They’d all fled south, to bigger cities, to where the action was. God, I hated Vermont. I had started my summer long visit with a walk to town – just to remind myself how bad this was going to be. Now, I had to again cover the mile to grandma’s house – a country mile. Spring was in full bloom. Birds and butterflies. Birds eating butterflies. Everything was green, not at all like Arizona. At the crest of the hill, I turned around and around, breathing in the fresh, fragrant air and taking in the lush scenery. It was beautiful. But I still hated Vermont. Like the town, the house was unchanged – except for the ravages of time. It needed a coat of paint – and a new kitchen – and a couple of bathrooms. The list went on. But that was what we were there for. My last summer as a student – in the fall I would be tackling my dissertation – and I would spend it as a laborer – painting. Mazzie, our scruffy Yorkie, was in the driveway, keeping our SUV company. “You don’t like it here either, do you, little girl?” I said, kneeling down to pet her. A minute later, I pulled my suitcase out of the car and headed up the front steps. “How was your walk?” my mother called out from the kitchen. She was wanting me to say something nice. Hope springs eternal in that woman’s breast. Deciding to spare her my mood, I headed straight upstairs. I knew which room was mine. It had always been my room. I stepped inside, tossing my suitcase on the twin bed. Four plain walls and one central light fixture – a square piece of formed and frosted glass hiding the single light bulb – barely. Totally fifties. I started unpacking, but part way in, I decided on another walk – this one all country. I’d seen Stonefield. Now, I needed to see Bates Pond. If it was as I remembered, then just possibly, I might be able to survive the summer. It was only half a mile, and fortunately, it was exactly as it had been. It had seemed larger, but so had the town. I’d been a kid. I’d grown up – I’d changed – Vermont hadn’t. It was warm and I was instantly regretting that I didn’t have my swimsuit on under my clothes. I turned slowly, examining the countryside while looking for movement. “What the hell,” I said aloud, kicking off my shoes. “No one’s within a mile of this place.” I knew that wasn’t true, but it was true enough. I briefly considered swimming in my bra and panties, but after again studying my surroundings and listening carefully, they joined the rest of my clothes on the grass. Was this why I had agreed to help my parents fix up grandma’s house? The water wasn’t quite clear, but it was spectacularly crisp. As I was picturing it, I’d be there every afternoon. The loneliest summer ever, but with a daily dip in Bates Pond and an occasional trip to the malt shop, I’d survive. God, I loved Vermont – almost as much as sarcasm. I swam all around, thinking about all the fun we’d had there as kids. This was a different kind of fun. Nude in broad daylight – not something I’d ever do in Arizona. It certainly got the heart going. But as I climbed the bank, I saw her. She was sitting cross-legged by my clothes. Where had she come from? I hesitated, but after looking around, I concluded that it was just the two of us. Shaking out my long blonde hair, I started toward her. That’s when I noticed that she was nude, too. Had she considered joining me only to chicken out? “Hey,” I greeted her. She jumped. She hadn’t noticed me? She was sitting next to my clothes. But as I drew near, I noticed that something wasn’t right. I was seeing the grass through her. Holy shit! I froze. A split second later, I turned to run – reacting, not thinking. Only, after a few steps, I stopped. I was naked. I couldn’t go back naked. My dad, Mason, they were both there. I looked cautiously back. The girl was still there, but standing, an expression of shock on her face. She was backing away. So she’s scared and I’m the one looking at a ghost? But that was all the encouragement I needed. I darted back. Scooping up my clothes, I took off – running faster than I dared in my bare feet. I went at least a hundred yards before stopping to dress, not bothering with underwear. Bending to put on my shoes, I found that I had only one. Slipping it on, I again looked for her. She was nowhere to be seen. Entering the house, my mom came out of the kitchen. “A swim. What a great idea,” she said, but then her brow wrinkled. “Are you alright?” She reached a hand up to my forehead. My legs buckled and I crumpled. Only then did I notice that I was hyperventilating. “Albert, help,” my mom screamed, dropping down next to me. “It’s Jessa.” A moment later, my dad was there. “Get her to the couch. I’ll find a thermometer.” My dad stooped to pick me up. I threw my arms around his neck. He placed me on the couch, but I wasn’t about to let go. He was forced to remain on his knees. “We should call 911,” my mom announced after determining that my temperature was normal. “I don’t need 911,” I said, attempting to sit up. Swinging my feet to the floor, I continued, “I’m leaving. Where are the car keys?” “Honey, what happened?” my dad asked. At least he knew I wasn’t sick. “Nothing. Just give me the goddamn keys.” He pulled them from his pocket. I grabbed them and stormed out. After slamming the rear hatch, I climbed into the driver’s seat. But my dad was there, his body blocking me from closing the door. “What happened, Jessa?” His tone was soothing, his hand on my shoulder. “I’m leaving. I fucking hate Vermont.” “You’re in no condition to drive.” He was right. I handed him the keys as I leaned toward him, falling back out of the car. I started sobbing. Finally tears. He carried me back inside, this time going upstairs. Moving my suitcase, he placed me on the bed. “Don’t leave,” I whispered before letting go. “What’s wrong with her?” Mason, my kid brother, laughed from the doorway. “Get the Fuck outta here,” I screamed. He raised his hands in surrender, retreating back from the doorway. My dad, bless his heart, shut the door in his face. He then returned to my side. He took my hand. “You’re shaking.” I knew that. Shaking, shook, shaken – all of the above. Inside and out. “Do you want to talk about it?” I considered telling him about the girl. “Just don’t leave,” I mumbled. My mom slipped into the room carrying a glass of lemonade and her cell phone. “We really should call 911.” My dad looked into my eyes. “Jessa. Talk to me. If you don’t tell us what happened, we’re calling.” “Don’t call 911.” “What happened?” “I went skinny dipping.” My mom looked at my feet. I was still wearing only the one shoe. My other foot was bleeding. “Oh, my God,” she said. “You’re not wearing a bra. Were you raped?” That made me angry. I had a short fuse when it came to my mother. “Fuck, no! I wasn’t raped, but I ran. There was this girl.” “A girl?” my dad asked. “What did she do?” I rolled to face the wall. “Leave me alone.” “But you said not to leave you alone.” “Yeah, stay here,” I said rolling back toward him and grabbing his hand. A minute later, I was sitting up, drinking the lemonade. My mom and dad were talking, acting as if I couldn’t hear. They were trying to decide what to tell the operator when they called 911. Did they need the police or an aide car? I decided to go downstairs. If I acted normal, maybe they’d stop talking at me. And if I hung out in the living room or kitchen, they could do whatever and I wouldn’t be alone. I needed time to think. I’d seen a ghost. Only ghosts didn’t exist. A fucking naked ghost! Goddamn it – who would believe me? Why naked? I’d seen ghosts in movies and on TV. They were never naked. After dinner, I had my dad move my mattress into their room. Sleeping on the floor would be better than being alone. What if she’d followed me home? ***** The next morning, I woke up half thinking that I’d imagined it all. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was this what it was like to go crazy? I’d been going over and over what I’d seen. I didn’t know what to think. I decided on a shower, almost asking my mom to come in the bathroom with me. But that would be weird. Stepping out of the shower, the girl was there – again naked. Our eyes met. “What the fuck,” I shouted at her. Wrapping a towel around myself and fleeing back to my room, I slammed the door. She was in our house! I paced back and forth, letting my heart rate settle. A minute later, I’d dropped the towel and was looking in my drawers, trying to decide what to wear. Glancing up, I saw her near the window. The morning sun was shining through her legs. Our eyes met. “You can see me?” she asked. “Put some goddamn clothes on,” I yelled as I started to dress. “And you can hear me?” When I next glanced up, she was gone. Downstairs, my mom was making an egg and bacon breakfast – just like Aunt Bee – everything falling into place. I walked out onto the front porch. It was another beautiful day. I sat on the bottom step and Mazzie came over. Petting her, I noticed her food and water bowls. “Mom, why are you feeding Mazzie outside?” I yelled back into the house. “She won’t come in,” she replied, stepping through the doorway. I chuckled. I knew why. It was a fucking haunted house. After breakfast, I decided to walk into town. Maybe the library would be open and I could do a little research. If there were frequent ghost sightings in and around Stonefield, the librarian would know. There was information on ghosts, but nothing specific to Stonefield. I was also unable to find anything helpful when searching on the internet for information on naked ghosts. Walking back, I couldn’t decide what to do. At least this ghost didn’t seem threatening. Should I tell my parents – or leave? But I couldn’t leave without telling them. I also couldn’t stay, nor could I do any painting. That afternoon, after doing some prep work – getting next to nothing accomplished – I decided on the boldest move of my life. I was going back to Bates Pond – time to confront my demons. It was warm. I did want to swim, but that wasn’t why I was going. The girl – had she drowned? In my mind, she’d be there and we’d talk. I was doing my best to convince myself that she didn’t mean me any harm. Hadn’t she been just as frightened of me as I of her? Even so, I told my mother exactly where I was going and when to expect me back. She grilled me, and after listening to my non-answers, she tried to talk me out of it. “At least don’t go skinny dipping,” she said, realizing she was fighting a losing battle. “I won’t. I promise. I have to find my shoe.” Funny – she’s worried about me swimming naked and I’m worried about – God knows what. What could a ghost do to a living human being? In the end, she let me go, but I was hardly a kid. “Why don’t you take Mason along? He needs to get out of the house.” I’d already considered that – for like a tenth of a second. I didn’t need to put his life at risk along with mine. And having him with me would surely keep ‘my’ ghost from making an appearance. “Maybe next time,” I told her. Keeping my eyes and ears open, I made my way cautiously to the place where I’d first seen her. It was easy to find – my shoe. My heart pounding in my ears, I stood there, turning slowly. “Let’s talk,” I called out, my voice faltering. I cleared my throat and tried again. After a bit, I took a seat – just a short distance from where she’d been. Thinking about how one might encourage a ghost to show herself, I would occasionally say things, trying out this idea and that. I found it comical that I was doing my best to appear nonthreatening. I mean, what could I do to a ghost? She was dead, right? Eventually, it was time to admit defeat. ‘My’ ghost showed up when she wanted to. But if that was true, why had she looked so surprised? Switching to plan B, I started stripping. The water was looking awfully inviting. As my panties landed atop the rest of my clothes, I turned. She was there. “Umm … hello,” I said, placing a forearm across my breasts, a palm over my pussy. She didn’t show any bashfulness whatsoever when it came to being nude. “Hi,” she said. We were just a couple of body lengths apart – a normal distance for talking – except there was no normal given the circumstances. My skin was crawling. I could faintly see the pond through her body. We both just stood there, scrutinizing one another. “What took you so long?” I asked. “I’ve been here at least a half hour.” “I’ve been here the whole time. I walked out here with you.” “You did? But you waited until I took off my clothes? That’s just plain weird.” She pursed her lips but then smiled. “You look oddly familiar,” I remarked. “What’s your name? Did you drown here?” “We’re related. I’m your great aunt. Your grandmother’s little sister.” I looked at her. We looked alike. “Wow. Now I know why I recognize you. You’re me.” And she was – a slender blonde – my same boobs. “You’re twenty-five. I’m twenty-five. You age. I don’t.” “But why are you naked?” “What do you recall of my story? I’m sure my sister, Patricia, talked about me.” “I remember hearing about you,” I said nodding. Truth be told, I remembered very little. My grandmother had spoken of a younger sister. I’d seen photographs. I’d never been very interested in family stuff. She laughed. She was on to me. “Your grandmother was thirty-five in 1985. That’s when it happened. I was twenty-five … forever twenty-five. She and I, ten years apart.” “When what happened?” “My family never found out. I was engaged. My whole life ahead of me … or so I thought. But raped and murdered. Does that still happen? I assume it does.” “It does. Life sucks,” I nodded, blinking to keep my eyes from growing moist. Murder, not to mention rape – so sad. I’d never spoken to a murder victim. Of course, I hadn’t – they were dead. “Don’t let it get to you. It was so long ago. I don’t think about it. I don’t want to think about it. I refuse to let it change me. To make me bitter.” She paused. “So does that explain my lack of clothing?” “I guess.” “But it’s something about the clothes,” she said. “That we are closely related, and maybe because we’re the same age. But also, the clothes.” “What do you mean?” “Put something back on,” she suggested, gesturing toward my pile. I decided to give it a try, picking up my panties. She disappeared as I slid them up my legs. With them on, I turned looking for her. “Are you there?” I asked, but I was alone, or at least seemed to be. I removed the panties and she reappeared. “Could you hear me?” she asked. “I couldn’t see you. I couldn’t hear you.” “Strange,” she remarked. “Dirk doesn’t have to be naked.” “Dirk?” “My fiancé. He’s sixty-five now, just as I would be. He’s been the only one. And now you. Suddenly, twice as many people can see me.” At that juncture, I decided to turn around and make sure that we were alone. “What are you thinking?” she asked. “Umm … that I’m standing in the open. That if someone comes, they’ll see me.” She looked back in the direction of the houses. “Not something I worry about. I’ve been naked my whole death. One gets used to it.” I nodded, but I couldn’t imagine getting used to being naked. “Maybe if I was invisible, but even then…” I paused, but she didn’t reply. “Want to go for a swim?” I asked, thinking that we could talk in the water and I wouldn’t feel so exposed. “I’m not a very good swimmer.” “You don’t have to worry about drowning, right?” “I guess not,” she said, turning and looking toward the pond. A short time later, we were both waist deep. I bent my knees to hide my breasts in the water; she didn’t. I’d wondered if it would look like there was a hole in the surface of the pond where she was – to others – to me she just looked another woman, albeit not completely opaque. “Catherine,” she said. “Thanks. I was racking my brain.” “It’s fine. After forty years, I don’t have any expectations. The police have given up.” “They didn’t catch your killer?” “They actually arrested Dirk. There was a trial. Idiots! As if the man who loved me, the man who asked me to marry him, would kill me.” “Was he convicted?” “No. There was no body. Pretty hard to convict someone of murder when the jury wasn’t convinced the victim was dead. A few of them thought I’d simply left town. I listened in on their deliberations … so I could report back to Dirk.” “Where is he now? Does he live here?” “In Stonefield? Hardly. a lot of people think he’s a murderer. An even greater number think he’s crazy. He used to talk about ghosts. He learned his lesson, quickly in fact, but the damage was done.” “So, I shouldn’t mention you?” “Best not.” “So where is he?” “An institution in Montpelier.” “Is he confined there?” “Essentially. The course of his life was altered by what happened … just as mine was. I don’t know how to help him. Closure. But that’s been elusive for both of us.” “So, if not Dirk, then who?” “I wish I knew. I could have given that information to Dirk. He could have told the police.” “So, a stranger?” “Probably, but it was dark. I didn’t get a very good look.” “Did he call you by name?” “Not that I recall.” Sometime later, I walked home – alone – or what seemed like alone. I’d dressed. As much as I wanted to keep talking to Catherine, I couldn’t very well go around undressed. I especially couldn’t show up at home butt naked. My family was there. They had started working on the house. That evening, I asked my mom where grandma’s photo albums were. She showed me, and I pulled out the ones that predated Catherine’s death in 1985. I wanted to ask my mother questions, but I decided to hold off. She was acting suspicious enough as it was. Catherine was her aunt and had gone missing when she was young. I knew she had memories. I was hungry for information, but first things first. I spread the photo albums out on the dining room table, hoping that my mother would join me and start volunteering up information. She didn’t. I imagined Catherine looking over my shoulder. That was funny to think about – a nude woman in the room with me. At long last, I could stand it no more. I took two of the albums upstairs. After getting my dad to help carry the mattress back, I pushed my bed in front of the door to keep Mason out. I then stripped everything off. As I’d hoped, Catherine reappeared. “I couldn’t wait for you to take off your clothes,” she said. “Careful … you sound like a lesbian,” I quipped in a hushed voice. “And … shhhh. Thin walls.” “Oh, they won’t hear me. They might hear you.” I nodded. I assumed that was true. I sat down cross-legged on the bed, my back against the door, an open album on my lap. “You have no hair down there,” she remarked, indicating the juncture of my legs, even though at that moment it was hidden by the album. “It’s called a pussy,” I whispered so as not to be overheard. “I know that. It’s not a word I use.” “Why not?” “I consider myself a lady.” “Ladies have pussies. And these days, most women shave … some or all. I like it this way. Bare as a baby’s butt. It looks nice. It feels nice.” I shifted the photo album to the side and tilted my pelvis enough to make my slit visible. “Now look who’s the lesbian?” she said, averting her gaze. Was she blushing? Could ghosts even do that? “Is that what my bush would look like if I never shaved?” I asked, nodding my chin toward her crotch. “Let’s look at pictures,” she said, taking a seat on the bed, close but not too close. We looked through the albums, Catherine reminding me who the people that I didn’t recognize were. I let her do the talking. It was better that way. But if Mason were to hear me, he’d likely guess I was on my phone. Toward bedtime, I got dressed and went downstairs. I needed to keep up appearances. My parents had all kinds of questions. They still wanted an explanation for my behavior the day before, but they were glad I felt comfortable enough to sleep in my room. I dodged most of their questions by staring at my phone. They were used to that. Mason did it too. At bedtime, I again stripped off. Even though I wasn’t very comfortable being nude, I was probably less comfortable with the idea of being constantly watched by an unseen ghost woman. At least naked, I could watch back. “Which was your room?” I asked when she reappeared. “This one.” “Was this your bed?” “It’s the same bed, but that’s a different mattress.” I suspected as much. She’d been dead forty years. The mattress was old, but not that old. I started to consider sleeping arrangements. It was a small bed. Had she already slept with me? “Don’t worry,” she said as if reading my thoughts. “I don’t really sleep. Maybe I’ll go visit Dirk. I haven’t been there in a long time. I can’t wait to share all that’s happened.” “You’re going to tell him … about me?” “You don’t want me to?” “Well…” “Don’t worry. He won’t tell anyone.” I lay down and we talked a while longer, but eventually I fell asleep. ***** It came as a surprise to be naked when I woke up. I generally wore panties and a nightshirt to bed. Looking around the room, I saw Catherine. She was studying one of the photo albums. It was open on the floor right where I’d left it. She couldn’t turn the page, but she could look. “Sorry,” I said, getting up. I pulled on a nightshirt and went down the hall to pee. A minute later, I was back, quickly shucking the shirt to be able to see her. “Good morning,” she said. “Dirk sends his greetings.” “Oh, he does?” “We should go visit him.” I nodded, trying to imagine what that might be like. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to be naked. Only if you want to be able to see me while we’re there.” I considered her words. It was bound to be an interesting summer – not at all the lonely one I had anticipated. “But I’m not sure how to get you in. I expect they have rules. I go where I want, when I want. No one ever says anything.” “I can probably research that, but not today.” “Yeah. Don’t you have to paint?” “Hmm…” I did have to paint – at some point. “Can I call you Cathy? Or … what do you prefer?” “Patricia went by Patty. But I didn’t let people call me Cathy.” “No problem.” “Patty called me, ‘Cathers.’ She was the only one. She and I … we were so close.” “Could I call you Cathers?” “I think I’d like that.” “It’s not a nickname I’ve heard.” “My sister made it up. Just Catherine shortened. Nothing special.” “It sounds special.” “I guess it is. She made me feel special.” She paused. “Jessa. Is that short for Jessica?” “No. Just Jessa. I always tell people, ‘Jessica, but without the ick.’ That gets a chuckle. Helps them remember. It’s an uncommon name.” She smiled. I had so many questions. It made me seething mad that this woman had been violated, that her life had been cut short. Rape and murder had always been utterly abhorrent, but this was personal. She was my kin, my age – she looked like me. My nature made me want to fix this. Only, there was no fixing murder. “What are you thinking about?” she asked. “How much I hate whoever did this to you. It’s so sad, and I like you.” “I like you, too. I’ve only had Dirk. I can’t begin to tell you what it’s like to have someone new to talk to.” I attempted a smile. “You said your body was never found. That must mean you don’t know where it is. Because you could have told Dirk, and he could have…” “…told the authorities. He could have led them to my body.” “Exactly.” “And then he would have been convicted. We talked about it. It would have meant closure for my family – the body – but he would have paid the price. The a-ghost-told-me defense is surely a weak one.” “So, if you don’t mind … you do know where your body is?” “I know where it was. An old junkyard. In the trunk of a car. I’m not sure I could find it, it’s been so long.” “How were you killed?” There was a knock on the door. “Just a minute,” I replied, grabbing the nightshirt and pulling it on over my head. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to pick my cell phone up from the top of the dresser. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. It was my mother. “Hi, mom.” She was trying to see past me. I was standing to block her view of the room even though she wouldn’t be able to see Catherine. “Who were you talking to? Who was killed?” she asked. “Oh, that was just Tyler,” I said, turning my cell phone over in my hand. “He was bragging about some new video game.” She nodded, but looked unsure. “Breakfast,” she said, turning to knock on Mason’s door. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I said, closing my door and removing the shirt. “That was close,” Catherine said. I nodded. I knew better than to reply with my mom in the hallway. After breakfast, I went up for a shower. Before getting in, I talked to Catherine, using the noise of the water to mask my voice. I invited her along on an afternoon drive. Visiting my grandmother was one of the first things I wanted to do, and as I’d hoped, she liked the idea of going to see her sister. I thought Catherine would be curious about why I wanted to wait until afternoon, but if she was, she didn’t mention it. I had a surprise in mind; although, I had very little ability to surprise her. Even if I couldn’t see her, she could see me. After my shower, I pulled a couple of photos from one of the albums and headed into town for a haircut. It was going to be a show of support similar to how friends of cancer patients will sometimes shave their heads. I expected that Catherine was tagging along, but I wasn’t going to strip just to find out. And I wasn’t going to give Catherine the opportunity to talk me out. Fortunately, she hadn’t gone in for the big hair that the eighties was known for. She’d worn a style that was much more timeless. But even though I would do the hairstyle, I wasn’t going to grow out my bush. There were limits. I found a salon and showed the stylist what I had in mind. Back home, my mom was quite surprised. “Jessa, your hair! I didn’t know curtain bangs were back in style.” “Actually, they are,” I lied. But it didn’t matter. It was a cute hairstyle. Overall, I’d lost about ten inches in length. My bangs tapered down, passing just over my shoulders. My hair still extended down my back, but now only three or four inches. It would be a comfortable, easy-to-maintain style for summer. Now, Catherine and I were really twinners, not that anyone other than she and I (and possibly Dirk) might ever see us together. After lunch, I told my mother of my intentions to drive over and visit grandma. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been living in the Stonefield house. She’d grown up there, and then she’d moved back in late in life – after inheriting the place. She was now a resident in an assisted living facility across the state line in New Hampshire. “Great idea,” my mom said. “Take Mason.” “Next time,” I said. “But you like your brother, and it’s been so long since mom last saw either of you.” “Next time,” I said, giving her my patented ice-cold stare. “Okay, next time,” she agreed. I’d been a monster in high school. She knew not to cross me. A short time later, I merged onto I-89. I imagined that Catherine was in the passenger seat, but I hadn’t seen her since my shower that morning. Deciding to touch bases with her, I pulled into the first rest area, parking at the very end, as far from other cars as possible. Still behind the wheel, I disrobed. It seemed pretty safe, but I was wishing the windows were tinted. “Why did you change your hairstyle?” she asked as the last item, my bra, came off. I shrugged. “It looks good on you. I thought I’d give it a try.” “But how will we tell ourselves apart?” I knew she had to be joking. “Easy. I can’t see through myself.” “You can see through me?” I nodded, surprised that she didn’t know. “I want to try something,” I said, slipping my foot back into one of my shoes. Catherine disappeared. “Dang,” I said, popping it back off. “What was that all about?” “Wishful thinking. It’s not why I got the haircut, but I thought that with the two of us looking more alike, I might be able to keep my shoes on.” Checking the perimeter around the vehicle in the mirrors, I pushed the button to lower the seat. “Well, here goes nothing,” I said, starting the car and putting it into reverse. “You’re going to drive naked?” “What’s the worst that can happen?” But even though Catherine didn’t answer, my mind was busy generating disagreeable scenarios – from getting pulled over to being involved in an accident. Merging onto the freeway, I set the cruise control for the speed limit. A short time later, cars were passing us. I hoped no one would look over. My nipples were below the level of the sill, but not by much. I tried to imagine that I looked normal, like I was wearing something strapless, maybe a tube top. “So, Cathers, tell me about my grandmother,” I said, hoping for something to take my mind off the fact that I was naked. This was certainly something that I’d never imagined doing. My nipples were painfully erect. Glancing down, I saw just how far they were sticking out from my chest – embarrassingly far. Why did they have to do that? Fortunately, Catherine didn’t seem to notice just how pointy they were. She acted just as comfortable with my nudity as her own. She seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to. I was listening to her, but I was also paying attention to the road. Looking in the mirror, I saw a semi change lanes to pass. “Shit,” I mumbled, sliding just a little lower, the feeling of the seat against my bare skin reminding me that I was butt naked – as if I needed reminding. Fortunately, it was leather and not vinyl, so I wasn’t sticking to it. “What’s wrong?” “A semi,” I replied, leaning forward to look in my side mirror. She laughed. “Thanks a lot.” “You’re welcome. I haven’t felt so alive in years.” Something about her words made me happy, but it was bittersweet – a reminder that no matter how ‘alive’ she felt, she was in fact dead. Nothing would change that. “Our exit,” I said, putting on my turn signal. I stopped along the shoulder, well back from the intersection. Over half an hour naked, but now it was time to get dressed. Before doing so, we discussed the upcoming visit. Sadly, Catherine wouldn’t be able to talk to her sister. I could relay messages, but that would turn it into a séance – and require that I be nude – not something I was going to do. A few minutes later, I pulled into a spot in the parking lot. Signing in at the front desk, under ‘number of visitors,’ I wrote ‘2.’ The person behind the counter didn’t notice. As it was my first time there, the receptionist found someone to show me to Grandma Patty’s room. She was delighted to see me. I plopped down on an overstuffed chair, my legs curled under, and started filling her in on all that I had been up to that year. She was sad to learn that Tyler and I had broken up. She didn’t mince words. She was ready for me to get married and ‘make some babies.’ “Grandma, tell me about Cathers,” I said to change the subject. “Cathers,” she said pensively, turning and looking out the window. I could see the clock in her head winding back, way back. “Your sister. My mom said you called her Cathers.” “I’m surprised she remembers.” “What happened?” “You’re going to make me cry,” she said, although there were already tears in her eyes. I grabbed a box of tissues and moved over onto the couch next to her. A moment later we were hugging and both going through tissues. “I loved Cathers,” she said, her voice failing her. I pulled one of the photos from my pocket, handing it to her. It was of the two of them together – outside, in front of some trees. She cradled it lovingly. “This was near Mount Washington. Have you ever been there?” “You took me. We went up The Cog.” She smiled, giving me yet another hug. “So glad you remember. Why do you have this?” “From one of your albums. I took it to get my hair cut.” I stood up, taking a step back. “Oh, my God, Jessa. I didn’t notice. You look just like her. She was so beautiful.” “What happened to her?” I asked. I wanted to hear it straight. “I’ll tell you what didn’t happen. It wasn’t Dirk. If anyone loved her more than me, it was Dirk. He was devastated, but such a good man. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” “Was she murdered?” “For a long time, I kept my hopes alive. We were going to find her. I thought she’d been kidnapped or had simply run away … although that seemed unlikely. Eventually, everyone else concluded that she was dead. We were all searching for a way to go on with our own lives. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. I miss her so.” “I wish you would have talked about her more.” She studied me, a puzzled expression on her face. “What was there to say? There was no reason to burden a young girl with my heartache.” “Well, I’m older. I want to be burdened. I need to know.” She squeezed my hands. “I’ve always wanted for her to be alive. Now I know that she is. I know it in my heart.” “She’s alive?” “Because that’s what I want to believe. She’d be … hmm … sixty-five. She could be happy. That’s my dream for her. That she has a husband, kids, even grandkids. That’s what I want … for her. She was such a beautiful person.” “Grandma, can I use your restroom.” She pointed. As soon as I’d locked the door, I ripped off my clothes. Catherine’s eyes were as red as mine. I wanted to hug her, but truth be told, I was still a bit freaked out by the ghost thing. “Thank you,” she said. “For?” “For this. I visited her countless times. I’ve watched her clean house, read books. I couldn’t see into her thoughts. Today I heard my sister say she loves me. Those words … worth the world to me. I can’t thank you enough.” “I’d walk out there naked if I thought she’d be able to see you. That the two of you would be able to talk.” Catherine started laughing through her tears. When I exited the bathroom, Grandma Patty had a photo album open on her lap. There were photos of the two of them. She then started showing me photos of Mason and me, when we were little. I could tell that they were special in her eyes, but that wasn’t where my mind was. After several more inquiries about Cathers, she produced a folder with news clippings. Not wanting to read them there, I asked if I could borrow them. I felt the need to know everything. I drove home lost in thought. I knew that Catherine was with me, but I wasn’t in the frame of mind for driving naked – too stressful. As impossible as it seemed, I started trying to figure out how to go back to my prior life – a life in which ghosts were fictional. But, as hard as I tried to think about other things, my plans for my dissertation, for example, my thoughts always cycled back to my grandmother and her sister. Was Grandma Patty happier not knowing – imagining that Catherine was out there somewhere? Would learning the truth open up old wounds that had all but healed? Raped and murdered. Closure maybe, but horrific news. Could I do that to her? If it were me, would I want such news, or would ignorance be my preference? Suddenly, I wanted the boring, lonely summer I had anticipated. If I kept my clothes on, I could have it. Out of sight, out of mind. At home, my mother had all kinds of questions. “How does grandma like her new apartment? Does she cook her own meals or eat in the cafeteria? Does she have friends? Play bingo? Work puzzles?” It was awkward. None of that had come up. “She’s fine,” I told her. Eventually my mother decided that I was in one of my moods and left me alone. Late that evening, I snuck out with a bottle of wine, a glass, and a blanket. A full bottle was a lot for someone who tipped the scale at 110, but it had a screw cap. I didn’t have to finish it. At least that was what I was telling myself. At Bates Pond, I spread out the blanket. I was sure Catherine was there. I imagined that she wanted me to strip, but I wasn’t going to. I needed to be alone. I was at a crossroads. Keep my clothes on and paint walls or continue taking them off and fall further down the rabbit hole. What would Alice do? I didn’t know, but I knew exactly what Sherriff Taylor would do. Why, oh why had I watched so many seasons of The Andy Griffith Show? But Grandma Patty was to blame. She’d gotten me hooked on the reruns. Breaking Bad, Parks and Recreation, How I Met Your Mother, and Big Bang Theory – that’s what I should have been watching. But I watched those, too. But the real question – could I return to my pre-Cathers life? Did I want to? It was quite a decision. Somehow, I finished the bottle, the tough choices still hanging in the balance. At that point, even though skinny dipping hadn’t been something I’d been considering, I started pulling at my clothes. Going back to a ghost-free existence would mean no skinny dipping – never again. But stretched out on my back on the blanket, I kicked off my panties. They arced up and away, disappearing into the darkness. After struggling to my feet, I started toward the shore. I was weaving a bit, but enjoying the feel of the cool grass between my toes. Suddenly Catherine was there. She was in front of me, pushing on my chest, both of her arms straight. I started laughing. I couldn’t even feel her. She was trying so hard, and I was shoving her across the grass. “Don’t. Not in the water. You’ve had too much.” “Boo!” I shouted, wondering if it might scare her. “Please, Jessa. It’s not safe.” “Lighten up, ghost woman,” I laughed while continuing to stumble toward the pond. “Please. Come back tomorrow.” “Are you fucking kidding me? Just because you’re not a good swimmer?” “It’s that you’re drunk.” She was still trying to block me from reaching the pond. “It’s swimming, not driving. I’ll be fine.” “Not a good decision. You’ll drown. As in … dead.” It was comical, She was getting so worked up. “So what?” “Take that back. You don’t want to die.” “But then we’d be together. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this summer, it’s that there’s an afterlife. Something to look forward to.” “Don’t joke about that. I want what you have. Don’t even think about throwing it away.” “You can’t stop me.” Tears in her eyes, she started to panic. “No, no, no. I can’t let you.” I was beginning to feel bad, but I laughed anyway. “Fucking powerless. That’s what you are,” I said, reaching the water’s edge. She collapsed, all but disappearing down into the reeds. “Please, Jessa.” Her body was quivering. She rolled such that she was facing the ground – her legs curled up under her – as if she couldn’t bear to watch. She continued to sob, but quietly. Suddenly, I was regretting my words. Did I really need to put her through this? Stepping out of the water, I tripped. Crawling over next to her, I said, “I’d be fine, but if it means that much to you…” She looked up at me, worry evident in her big eyes. She nodded solemnly. A few minutes later, I was barfing in the bushes. Good friend that she was, Catherine was there trying to comfort me. Again, there wasn’t anything she could do. “Let’s go,” she said. “Follow me. I’ll get you home.” But feeling a bit better, I went back to my blanket. After wiping my face on it, I stretched out spread eagle, exposing my bald beaver to the heavens. So many stars. The milky way. Never like this in Arizona – at least not where we lived. ***** There was a knock on the door. “Jessa. Breakfast.” I lifted the covers and looked. I was naked. Glancing around the room, I saw Catherine. She was atop the dresser, sitting in the lotus position, her hands on her knees, palms up. “You’re welcome,” she said, coming out of her trance. “But how?” “It wasn’t easy. You’re an obstinate drunk. And don’t scare me like that again.” I rolled over to go back to sleep, wondering if she’d saved my life. I’d been pretty damn wasted. ***** “Why are your feet so dirty?” my mom asked, once I was up and about. I looked down. At least I’d brushed the vomit out of my hair. “It’s summer. Who needs shoes,” I snapped. I walked away, feeling a bit sorry about my tone of voice. But being treated like a teenager brought out the teenager in me – a vicious cycle. A while later, I slipped out and made my way back to the pond. Everything was there, but finding my panties took some doing. It reminded me of a crime scene or the site of an orgy, a woman’s clothes, scattered about. Seeing my panties in the bushes brought something else to mind. If I’d gone home naked, had Mason seen me? I was horrified to think that he might have. My parents would have been in bed, but my brother was a night owl. I had intended to just pick it all up and head back, but instead, I decided on a swim. That would at least get my feet clean. “So, how did you get me home last night?” I asked as we waded into the cool water. “You got yourself home.” “I’m not mad. I’m just asking.” “You sound mad.” “I’m really not mad. Maybe a little upset, but at myself.” “You should be. Without me, no telling where you would have woken up. It certainly wouldn’t have been your bed.” “Almost always a whole bottle, but two people. You weren’t holding up your end of the bargain, Cathers.” “I’d love to drink with you, Jessa. In another life, you and I would have so much fun.” I smiled. “You know it, ghost girl!” I’d always been amazed by how much clarity getting wasted could inject into one’s life. And then it hit me. I’d touched a ghost! I’d actually touched a ghost! I considered reaching over and touching her again. Instead, I dove forward into the water, putting my head under to rinse out the smell of barf. ***** I spent a few hours painting. My mom couldn’t believe I was actually painting. In reality, I was just stalling for time, still struggling with the monumental decision before me. But that afternoon, I pulled out Grandma Patty’s file and dove in. The articles were so sad. “Local woman, 25, missing. Search parties being organized.” “Stonefield man detained, being questioned on disappearance of fiancée.” “Dirk Landers charged with murder. Trial date pending.” The articles weren’t extremely detailed. Much of what they contained, I already knew. I did pick up a few tidbits of information and started making notes. One thing that Catherine hadn’t mentioned was that she’d gone to bed that fateful night, presumably in my same bed. That was kind of freaky to think about. But then she hadn’t been there in the morning. She’d gone missing overnight – no signs of a struggle. That had led to speculation that she had known her abductor – if there had been an abductor – or had simply run away. However, she’d taken little or nothing with her – not her toothbrush, not her purse. No wonder Dirk had been a suspect. I was definitely going to have to hear the story directly from Catherine. I was racking my brain trying to think of a better place for the two of us to talk. Outside was too risky, but so was the bedroom. I thought about the basement, but it was dank. And it was surely no more soundproof than the bedroom. In the back of my mind, I knew I had made my decision. I couldn’t walk away from this. There was a murderer on the loose. Maybe he was old. Maybe he was dead. But I was coming for him. Cathers and I, we were coming for him!

Jenna's Birthday Gift by Helmhood “I can’t believe you bought me something for my birthday,” I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too excitedly. Although I had to admit, I was really surprised. Timmy stared at me as I held the white cardboard box like it was the most precious thing in the world. Finally, I realized I must seem impolite, so I opened up the box, pulling out its contents. The light cardboard fell to the floor. A little note tumbled out as well, which the boy quickly retrieved. “Oh, it’s a shirt,” I remarked. “These are interesting colors, I suppose.” “Why don’t you go into the bathroom and try it on,” Timmy suggested. “And here, make sure you read the card before you come back out.” Suspecting he might be up to something, I hesitated. But then, holding the fabric up against my chest, I said, “All right. Thanks, Timmy…” I took the card from him with my free hand, and then turned to head into the little room just off the hallway. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the teenager had turned the other way and went to find himself a seat in my living room. After a few moments passed, I nervously opened the door. Walking down the hall I came to stand before the couch where Timmy was sitting. The shirt, which was his birthday present to me, was a snug fit, but not too tight. It had short sleeves, and came down to the middle of her thighs. The color pattern was done in swirls of Caribbean hues like peach, turquoise, and white foam. I actually thought it looked kind of nice. “Did you read the card?” he asked, casually resting the ankle of one foot on his other knee. I found myself standing shyly, with my legs very close together. “Yes, I did. It said I had to wear this shirt, with nothing else on beneath. I had to take off my pants, and bra and panties, and then put my boots back on!” “So you are not wearing any underwear?” he pressed, knowing that I was extremely embarrassed. Slowly, I turned around, allowing the teenager to take in my full curvy figure. While I was facing away from him, I brought my fingers to the edge of the shirt at my sides. Inch by inch, I lifted the material until first my hips came into view, and then I lifted even higher. Well, Timmy could definitely see that I was bottomless. I kept my knees locked together modestly, so he wouldn’t be able to see my pussy lips from behind. I felt myself blushing, the color flushing in my cheeks and all the way up my bare back. Obviously, I didn’t have any bra straps either. “Satisfied?” I asked with a huff as I continued to stand on display. “For the moment,” Timmy chuckled. At that remark, I firmly lowered the shirt back down so everything was covered. Turning to face the boy, I commented, “I really don’t think these boots go with this outfit…” It was meant to be sarcastic. Some outfit… the single long shirt. Probably, Timmy thought the boots looked fine. White, and made of shiny leather, they accentuated my shapely legs very well. Suddenly he jumped to his feet. “So then, we’re all set! It’s time for us to go…” I gasped as Timmy took my hand, and then started pulling me after him. “Oh! You’re not really going to make me go outside like this?” “Yeah, the evening is still early, and this is only the beginning of your birthday surprise!” he taunted, and squeezed my fingers. “Um, well, where are we going?” The two of us reached the door to my house, but the boy wasn’t ready to release his hold on me. Walking down the steps, I was pulled into the warm night air, although it was yet light outside. Once we started toward my car parked in the street, I saw Timmy take my keys out of his pocket. He must have swiped them while I was changing! “You’ll find out soon enough, Jenna.” None too pleased, I pursed my lips at him, and folded my arms tight across my chest. But as we drew closer to the vehicle I suddenly realized I would be making a trip, dressed in so little. My brown eyes went wide. I had already opened the lock, and Timmy slid in on the passenger side. Meanwhile, I slowly walked around to the driver’s side where I stood for a moment unsure about what lay ahead of me. “I still have certain photographs of you, and some video, too,” the devious teenager said. His words were pleasant enough, but laced with the promise of further humiliation. “So, are you getting in?” I really had no choice but to open the door and hop onto the soft seat cushion. Running my hands along the steering wheel, I bit my lip and reached over to close the door shut. Then I started the engine. “You really need to get a better car” Timmy twisted on his side and mocked me. “At least I have a car!” I laughed, but immediately regretted it. Trying not to upset him, I asked, “So what kind of car do you think I should drive?” “I don’t know,” the boy pouted for a moment. “Maybe a convertible…” “Oooh, that sounds nice,” I replied and tried to sound friendly. Timmy crossed his arms and smirked. “Yeah, it would be perfect if I ever make you drive around town topless!” “I wish you wouldn’t make me do these things,” I muttered as the car drove down the street. “You’re going to get me in trouble!” I didn’t know where we were going, or what Timmy had planned. When I tried to get some information, he only poked fun at me, and mentioned the crazy things I had done so far. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was hard to concentrate given the subject of the conversation. And here I was, a twenty-four-old young woman, being intimidated by a high school kid! I suppose it didn’t help that I was dressed only in boots and a shirt. Finally after we headed into a part of town I was not too familiar with, the boy turned to glance at me. “There’s a carnival fair, I want us to check out, Jenna.” With a free hand, I self-consciously gripped the hem of the shirt and said, “Are you serious? You want me to go out in public like this?” “Why not?” Timmy grinned. “It could be pretty daring…” I told him that I was not too sure about this, and even huffed and squirmed in the seat behind the wheel. But soon we arrived on the grounds of the fair, and I found an isolated place to park. Turning off the ignition, I waited a moment before I grabbed the keys. Timmy made me give them to him, since I didn’t have any pockets anyway. I guess it also made him feel even more in control. I sat quietly just to collect my thoughts. Until, the boy step outside and walked around the car to open my door. Timmy tugged on the sleeve of my shirt, and I let him pull me out of the car. Reluctantly, I rose to my feet. For a second, we stood very close to each other. And then he reached around my body, to impatiently push the door shut. “I’m going to have to be very careful,” I observed, smoothing down the shirt in front of my thighs. “Oh, you’ll be fine,” he assured me, as we started to walk toward the lights and noises of the fair. “Stop complaining!” I made a face at the boy, and continued to grouch. “Some way to show a girl a good time, huh!” Unfortunately, my voice cracked just a little, and he could tell I was nervous. Maybe, as much as I hated to admit it, also excited. Timmy gave me a self-satisfied little smile. Our first stop would be at the booth to purchase some tickets. As soon as I paid, with money Timmy must have taken from my purse back at my house, two other boys suddenly greeted us. Timmy’s friends! They circled around me, teasing and pinching at my shirt. They must have known I was nude underneath! “You wouldn’t mind if we hang out tonight,” the one named Tom said. “Yeah, the four of us will have a wonderful time!” Timmy answered, much to my dismay. As the night progressed and darkness began creeping in, I tried to enjoy the games and rides and the atmosphere of carefree fun. There were a lot of other teenagers at the fair, and I kind of stood out. My curious shirt did nothing to hide the womanly curves of my body, winning stares from young boys (end even some girls) wherever we went. On the spinning rides, I had to be extra careful, and a few times, I’m sure I ended up flashing my crotch. Although I was absolutely mortified, and I even said that I was, part of me was feeling more exhilarated. The last ride of the night we tried was one of those giant swings that lifted in the air and spun around. “OH MY GOSH!” I shouted out loud. “They can all see up this damn shirt!” “Worth the price of admission, eh?” Timmy laughed back in the swing next to me. When the ride picked up speed, I gripped the tightly wound metal cords to either side, holding on for dear life. Of course I was buckled in securely, but with both her hands unavailable, there was nothing to prevent the bottom of my shirt from being whipped up to my waist. I think the whole second half of the ride, I sat with my bare ass on the seat of the swing. On top of that, my legs were lifted and spread by the force of the revolutions… but the thrill of the wind rushing over my exposed pussy was unreal. “That was AMAZING!” I confided to the boys. A little unsteady, I found myself hanging on to Timmy’s arm as we headed back to the parking lot. I took note of a lot of leering faces and good-natured winks as we strolled through the crowd. By this time, my ponytail had come a little undone, and brunette strands were hanging loose. I think the boys noticed I was moving a lot easier in just a single item of clothing. Still, my legs trembled. Timmy opened the passenger side door of my car, and practically lowered my body to the seat. “I think we should take off her boots,” Tom said. “Do you think she’s wearing socks?” the other boy asked, his curiosity piqued. In reply, I languidly stretched out one leg, allowing Timmy to pull down the zipper at the side. There was no need to point out that I really had no choice in the matter, because of the incriminating evidence in his possession. But without even protesting, I wondered if I was enjoying this on some level. It certainly was embarrassing to hear these teenagers talk about stripping me! Once the boot was removed, Timmy did the same with the boot on my other leg, though not without taking a moment to run his hands over my calf and the bottom of my bare foot. This made me giggle, but then I was ordered out of the car. They made me walk around the front to get behind the steering wheel, while the other boys piled into the back seat with my boots! We had spent a couple of hours at the fair, and it was totally dark now as we started down the road, rows of street lamps illuminating our way. The radio had been turned on, blasting hard rock music. Among the four of us, I remained silent, wondering what would happen next. And then Timmy lowered the volume, turning to face me. “Jenna, why don’t you take off the shirt…” My eyes blinked, and I think my heart skipped a beat. There were butterflies fluttering in my tummy. “How… how am I going to do that?” We drove for another mile down the quiet road. A car or two passed us quickly, approaching from the other lane, but it really seemed like we were the only ones out here. When we approached the next gas station, Timmy told me to pull in. I put the gear in park, but kept the motor idling. “Now I think Tom can help you out of that shirt…” Timmy gave his friend sitting directly behind me the cue. My hand still on the automatic gearshift, I held my breath. My toes curled, then my fingers slowly touched the edge of my new shirt. I sat forward, just as Tom reached over the headrest and started to peel the material up my body. A quick glance down, and my eyes were drawn to my bare flat tummy coming into view. Next thing I knew, my arms were being raised up as the opposite sides of the curled shirt were grasped and pulled higher. This caused my breasts to bounce up and down, uncovered. I tried to tell myself this wasn’t happening, but then my whole face was smothered in the fabric of my shirt. And then it was over my head and off completely. In the rearview mirror I stole a glance, only to see the boys playing with my one piece of clothing. Timmy and Tom’s friend asked, “Is she naked?” Discreetly, I folded my hands over my bush and stared straight ahead. But Timmy reached across with his one hand and touched my bare shoulder, poking my warm skin. My nipples hardened immediately. “Totally naked,” Timmy turned around to inform his friends. He then looked back at my body, where I had slung an arm over my tits, and told me to start driving! This did little to relax me, but now I let my knees separate a little so I could work the brake and gas pedal. Of course, I also had to put both my hands on the wheel, and now my nipples stood out very erect. Every time I used the turn signal, my boobs shook, and I knew Timmy was enjoying every moment of this. “What… what do you mean?” I asked, surprised, when the teenager told me to head into a more populated part of town. I was aware that my lower half was uncovered, revealing a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Below peeked out the pink lips of my pussy. Somehow, I think they knew that I would not only be more embarrassed, but also aroused, if there was more of a chance of getting caught! So I turned down a side street, and then rounded a corner, easing the car into the main part of town. We came to a red traffic light, and as I sat nervously at the intersection, I noticed young people walking along the sidewalk. Some stopped and stared, and I tried to hide my nudity by slinking down in the seat. This only resulted in me rubbing my butt down the upholstery, which felt pretty nice. “Don’t worry, they’re probably checking out the car…” Timmy said sarcastically. Even as he made the lighthearted remark, a large SUV came pulling up next to us. It was parked on the side that overlooked the driver’s window. The driver, a friendly looking fellow in a cowboy hat, rolled down his window and motioned for me to do the same. I refused, but of course Timmy had access to the power window buttons on his door panel as well. As the glass came slowly sliding down, I squealed and thought I would die of shame! The other driver called out, “Nice curves!” And then the light turned green, and with one hand on my pussy, my bare toes pressed down the gas pedal as we quickly accelerated. I continued to drive like that, using one-armed steering so I could hide my pubic mound. It’s a good thing I hadn’t shaved off all my hair! My face was already bright red. “I suppose he was talking about the car!” I finally said in an annoyed voice. But somehow my body betrayed my words, suggesting that I enjoyed the attention. “All right, I think you’ve made enough people happy this evening,” Timmy said and he allowed me to head off once more down a dark quiet street. I maneuvered myself into a more comfortable position, but now lifted my arm to hold across my breasts. Wishing that my nipples weren’t so pointy, I turned to the teenager. “I sure hope you’re happy!” “Almost…” he answered dryly, and we continued down another road. Checking the street signs, I tried to concentrate on where I was going. Although, I really had no idea what was our destination. I mean, It was hard enough to focus sitting here totally naked, in a car with three other teenage boys. I know Timmy had almost seen everything, and the two in the back would keep leaning over to get a look at me. This made me a little flustered, as they made no attempt to touch me, but only stared. Stared at every inch of my bare skin! I started to spread my legs apart, and a couple of times reached down to stroke a finger across my pussy lips. The suspense was driving me crazy, as I bobbed my left knee up and down nervously, and wiggled my ass in the seat. Finally I guess we arrived since Timmy asked me to pull the car up between the white lines of a parking stall, just in front of a sidewalk and a black iron-wrought fence. Following instructions, I turned off the engine and waited with my hands in my lap. It seemed like there was nobody else around. I heard the boys open the door (after Timmy took the keys) and piling out they shuffled around to the driver side. “Time to get out,” Timmy smiled down at me. I stared back up with my brown eyes wide. “No way! Are you serious, boys? I am totally nude…” “It’s OK,” Tom told me. “No one is nearby. It will be safe.” Pulling my brunette hair over my shoulder, I shyly poked my head out the car door, then bravely stretched a very bare leg forward. My toes hit the gravel on the ground. The teenagers just continued to watch me. I lowered my hand to cover my bush, and shifted the rest of my body… keeping thighs together, now cradling both boobs in one arm. It was very awkward as I stepped out into the open. The night air was warm, but I still shivered just a little. Standing on the tips of my toes, not wanting the bottom of my bare feet to touch the ground, I looked around like a deer caught in the woods. I was absolutely naked! “Come on, Jenna, let’s go…” Timmy said gruffly. He reached out to grab my wrist, pulling her forward. His sudden movements caught me off balance and my other arm flailed out to the side. Now my breasts were uncovered and they jiggled wildly. I actually had to step quickly to keep up with the boy, and looking over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Tom and his friend checking out my ass. In this way, I was led off the parking lot, onto the grass. “Where are we,” I asked a little breathless. “Is this… “ “The Park,” Timmy finished my question. I yanked my hand free, letting go of Timmy so I could once more hide my tits and pussy. Spinning around, I cried, “But… but, there could still be people out here!” Enjoying the ample view of her bare backside, the dominating teen answered, “Not too likely. This is the very edge of the park. The main entrance is on the other side of town. It will be quiet enough here to take on a little dare.” “A little dare, huh? Wait…” I imagined Timmy had locked the doors of my car, not to mention he was holding on to the keys. So I had no hope of returning there. As they started walking around the fence, I felt I simply had no choice but to come bouncing along after them. His friends seemed greatly amused by how I decided to hide my nudity, alternating which parts to cover. Now, jogging up to Timmy, I held my breasts with both hands. He paused, watching the way my hips flared out, seeing the dark strip of hair above her sex. I guess I was more embarrassed to reveal how hard my nipples were right now. He began to talk to me, but all I could think about was my pussy fully exposed. “Are you listening to me, Jenna?” Timmy asked at last. At the sound of his voice, I slowly lowered my hands across my stomach and over my bellybutton. My fingers came teasingly close to my pubic hair, and then clasped in front of my vulva. “Jenna, I want you to do something for me. Further across this field, about fifty yards away, are the beginning of the picnic areas. I want you to run out there by yourself, and find some souvenir… anything like an empty beer bottle, or soda can. Something to prove you made it to the picnic tables, and bring it back with you.” Standing there naked, I was quiet for a moment, considering the challenge. “You just want to watch my bare behind as I’m running!” “That’s true,” Timmy admitted, and his friends laughed. “But there’s something else, Jenna. I’m going to be timing you. And if you don’t make it back to this spot with a treasure from the picnic grounds… I’m going to give you a spanking.” In the dim light of the lamps posted back where we had parked, and under the glow of a bright moon, I’m sure they could see me blush from head to toe. I brought my hands to my mouth in shock and even looked away. When I lowered my arms to my sides, my breasts were fully displayed. Looking down, I think I actually watched my nipples extend and point skyward. They were long and hard, and I wanted to play with them! Timmy held up his watch and said, “You had better get moving.” Licking my lips, I nodded and started to turn away, no longer thinking about covering myself. I felt myself slipping into another world now, totally naked outside at night, in a public park. Arching my back, I ran my fingers sensuously through my hair, shaking it out. Moving forward, my ass slowly faded away from the boys. In another instant, I would be out of their line of vision, swallowed up by the dark. A couple of minutes later, I did return and I was holding something in my hands. My legs felt weak, so I couldn’t make myself hurry any faster. My heart was pounding in my chest as my figure moved closer and closer to the boys, breasts jiggling with each step. “What on earth is that?” Timmy pointed, eyeing what appeared to be a long wooden stick attached to a cylinder shaped object. I playfully swished it back and forth and against my palm, then presented it to the teenager. “I don’t know. Looks like a burnt-out firecracker. But I found it on the ground near a picnic table.” “Nicely done,” he said as he took the stick from my hands, and just as easily tossed it away. “But not done fast enough…” “What… what do you mean?” I asked, going all shy again, clasping my now empty hands over my pussy. I could hear his friends snickering. Walking around me, Timmy placed a hand on my smooth butt cheek, and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You were gone for two minutes and thirty-four seconds.” “You mean you were actually keeping time?” I rubbed a bare foot behind my leg nervously. The boy moved in behind me, close enough to smell my perfume, then reached around my body to take my wrists and lift them to my head. “Two and half minutes seemed like a fair amount of time to fetch your stick. But I’m afraid you were four seconds late.” “So what… happens now?” I asked in a soft voice, ever so slightly arching my back. Timmy told me to spread my legs apart, and he made me plant my feet on the grass, at shoulder-width distance. I kept my fingers interlocked atop my head. Then he took a moment to devilishly let his fingers trace down my sides, feeling the soft warmth of my skin. I listened to the sounds all around me, but it seemed quiet as he took a step back. I was so anxious, and I think I was even getting wet down there! SMACK! “Oooh!” I squealed as Timmy suddenly brought his open palm across her butt. He slapped my ass again, not too hard, but just that right combination of force that induced pleasure and a sweet sting of pain. Alternating cheeks, the teenager continued to spank me in front of his friends, as I stood totally nude in an open field of the park. Each time his hand made contact, I bounced a little on my toes, shaking up and down. Against my will, I let out all kinds of feminine sounds, and it probably sounded like I was enjoying it, even though I was greatly embarrassed. There was a pause just before the final slap came. I peeked down and thought I could see my labia hanging between my legs. A tempting sight, I hoped Timmy wouldn’t reach out to fondle my pussy. But instead, he firmly landed the last of my birthday spanking. “There you go, Jenna, a nice healthy shade of pink!” At that point, I turned around, showing the boys more pink than I wanted, while rubbing my tender behind. My mouth’s lower lip stuck out in a pout, and I slowly lowered my eyes, averting their collective gaze. But then I looked up again, inspired by a sudden idea, and wearing a naughty little grin. “Hey, boys… why don’t you try to catch me if you can!” I deliberately taunted, spun on my heel, and dashed off into the park. My heart started beating faster as behind me I heard Timmy reply, “Where do you think you are going? You’re STARK NAKED!” I felt like a nymph as I jogged forward, my feet sweeping through the grass. My boobs bounced around wildly, and the air felt so good on my skin! It was my plan, of course, to have them chase me. I figured I would try to exhaust them, maybe even trick them into thinking I was playing along with them. Then, at the right moment, I would take my keys and run back to my car. I would put the shirt back on and drive off, leaving the boys without a ride home! But the more the blades of grass tickled my bare feet, reminding me of my total nudity, the more I was getting turned on. Running through the park without any clothes, I was like an animal, a graceful antelope being tracked by three hunters. The more I thought about it, I realized this idea of me being the prize in some kind of game was pretty hot. I was feeling really sexy as I pushed deeper into the park. As I slowed my pace, to look around, I saw that Timmy and his friends had yet to catch up with me. My confidence grew, and I let a hand run between my breasts and down my bare stomach. In the embrace of the night air, my whole body felt alive. I pinched and tweaked my nipples, stretching them out so they were fully extended. Even my clitoris was swollen and hard. Seductively, I put an index finger in my mouth and drew it out slowly. Wet with my saliva, I slipped it into my pussy… And then I had a chilling thought. Timmy had my keys. I wasn’t sure if he knew how to drive, but what if… I mean, he could… The teens might just go back and drive off, leaving me out here totally naked! Then I thought I heard voices, but not those of the boys. It was a man, and a woman, a couple out for a late night stroll. And here I was, on the verge of bringing myself to orgasm. I squeezed my breasts in frustration and danced on my toes. The voices became louder, more distinct. A greeting… two more people were out there, and said hello to the first couple! This was no good! I was naked and horny, and nowhere near any clothes. Well, I decided I had to make a run for it, at the risk of approaching walkers seeing my bare ass. As I headed off back in the direction I had come from, I lowered my hand to discreetly hide my frontal nudity. Unfortunately, all that made me want to do was rub my crotch some more, so I only pumped my arms at my side. I had no choice but to run back to the boys, with everything hanging out. I just hoped I didn’t get lost! Retracing my steps, I picked my way across the field, mostly in the dark or by the dim light of the stars and moon above. Occasionally I turned around or looked over my shoulder, thinking someone might be following. I twisted my hair apprehensively. But more worrisome was the fact that there was no sign of Timmy and his friends. Shouldn’t they have jumped at the chance to chase a nude young woman, and given pursuit? I never thought I would look forward to seeing those teens. Soon I recognized the spot where Timmy had spanked me, causing me to blush. In one direction were the picnic grounds, which meant the fence and the parking spaces had to be nearby. Then I remembered the large lampposts, and I started heading for the brighter edge of the field. Of course, these lights would only serve to greater illuminate my unclothed figure. Still, it was possible that I had lost the boys, and maybe I would reach my car undetected. Maybe I would be able to ditch them here after all! But my hopes were dashed, when I cautiously peered around the iron fence and saw Timmy and the two teenagers hanging out by my car. Tom was even sitting on the trunk, smoking a cigarette! I looked down at my toes in the grass and took a deep breath. My humiliation would continue. “Wow, just look at those high beams!” Tom laughed between puffs of smoke. With that, I brought my hands up, feeling the erect nipples tickle my palms. But I continued to walk toward them, my feet stepping on to the pavement. “Now what was that stunt about, Jenna… what were you trying to do?” Timmy leaned against the driver side door and swung my key chain in his hand. “And just for that, you must lower you arms out of the way.” I was standing maybe three feet in front of the teenagers, and had even shifted my hands so that I could cover my boobs and pussy. “Please don’t…” “Put your hands at your sides,” Timmy said, displeased with my actions. “I’m sorry,” I apologized as I let my fingers brush against my hips. I really did feel foolish about running away from them. Now the boys looked at my entire body, well-lit under the street light. Nothing was hidden. Taking great interest in the lingering signs of my arousal, Timmy asked, “Did you run off so you could find a place to masturbate?” “No!” I cried, but I was afraid I didn’t look very convincing. I even stood up on my toes a little, which had the effect of trusting my breasts and pubic mound forward. Tom looked at his friends, then turned back to me and said, “Tell the truth, Jenna… did you cum?” “N-no… not yet,” I answered honestly. Although I wished I hadn’t added that last part. “But you did touch yourself, didn’t you?” Timmy the bastard kept up the third degree. Now I was really embarrassed. I couldn’t believe he was asking me this in front of his friends! But I was afraid they might ask me to do something more embarrassing if I didn’t cooperate. Part of me wanted to do what I was afraid they might ask, if that makes any sense. I closed my eyes and simply nodded my head. Unsatisfied with my silent reply, Timmy asked me what parts of my body I touched. “I…I… oh, this is so embarrassing! I touched my pussy, Ok!” And I blushed with the forced confession. For a while, the three boys just looked at me standing there completely naked. I wondered if there was a chance of being caught, of any cars driving past this back road. The thought certainly excited me and kept my nipples hard and aching. They asked me to turn around so they could look at my butt. I mean they had pretty much seen everything at this point, especially during Timmy’s spanking. But I guess the lighting was better out here, and the teenagers could appreciate the full curves of my ass. I waited for what seemed an eternity as their eyes devoured my bare backside, the arousal building again between my legs “All right, Jenna, get in the car,” Timmy instructed me at last. I turned around and saw that he had already opened the door. The blacktop of the pavement was still warm under my bare feet as I walked past him, my breasts bouncing up and down while the other two teens looked me over from head to toe. Then, before I slid in behind the wheel, Timmy gave me a swat on my naked rear! I shot him a glare, and then sat down, waiting for the boys to enter through the passenger side. When Timmy was in the seat next to me, he turned on his side and said, “Now I’m going to make you drive back home while you’re all nude and horny!” I groaned as I started the ignition. Still, I was grateful to be leaving as I kind of slid down a little behind the wheel. The interior upholstery was not unpleasant against my naked skin. Both my hands were fixed on steering the car, nervous as I was, and my legs were apart with my bare foot depressing the acceleration pedal. I was afraid with my pussy lips spread, my clit would be sticking out. The boys seemed amused by my humiliating condition, and continued to tease me. I didn’t talk to them, but every now and then glared in the rearview mirror. But they kept talking about my nudity, and my perky titties responded with fully erect nipples. We continued to race down the streets, and I was getting more worried about oncoming traffic seeing my bare chest. This time, I was careful to stay in the left lane when we stopped at traffic lights, so at least other cars wouldn’t pull up directly beside me. Pretty soon, we turned off the main road, heading down a few blocks until I stopped in front of my house. Timmy and his friends couldn’t wait to jump out of the car. I hesitated, noting that we were in a more residential neighborhood. “One more thing,” Tom said as he held out my birthday present shirt. I stepped out of the car, locking the door, thinking I could finally cover up. But the teenager snatched the piece of clothing away and laughed, “You are going to walk up to your house stark naked. I’ll leave the shirt in the mailbox. You may not get dressed until tomorrow morning, when you come outside to retrieve the newspaper!” The other boys cheered at this final challenge. I just knew they would find a way to be out here tomorrow morning, to make sure I followed their instructions. For now, however, all I wanted was to get back inside. So what was I waiting for? I had my keys… I could finally be rid of these tormentors. There was no point even trying to cover myself, so I swiftly turned around and jogged barefoot up to my front door. My butt wiggled like crazy as I fiddled with the lock and disappeared inside. Home at last! I sighed in relief, and then started down the hallway. Stopping by the kitchen, I tossed my keys onto the counter. And then I proceeded to march straight toward the bathroom where I prepared to run a nice warm bath. Well, the water felt so soothing and incredible, it seemed all my troubles were washed away. The humiliation of the evening faded and left me only with sweet thoughts of arousal. I began playing with myself, just for a second, before I caught something out of the corner of my eye, on the ledge of the tub… a lady’s razor and shaving cream. Feeling deliciously naughty, I decided to take it all off. Scraping away the last bit of pubic hair and foamy lather, I delighted in the warm water seeping into every crease, every fold of my pink pussy. So smooth, it glistened. And that was when I proceeded to bring myself to a massive orgasm! I had my ankles resting on the sides of the tub, running a hand up my stomach, squeezing my breasts. I squished one of my boobs up so I could lick the nipple. It wasn’t very long, with my other hand rubbing my crotch faster and faster, until my girl cum mixed with the bathwater. After I relaxed some more, I rinsed off and stepped out onto the floor mat in my bathroom. I chose a nearby blue towel to dry my body with, and then wrapped the material snugly, tucking in the edge between my breasts. It just reached down to my thighs. Then I stood in front of the mirror so I could comb out my hair, slicking back the wet strands. Now I had the whole house to myself. I could enjoy the rest of the evening with a good book, before going to bed. I made my way down the hallway, in the direction of the living room. When I reached the point where the room began to open up before me, I paused to search for the light switch on the wall, and flicked it on. “SURPRISE!” I nearly jumped out of my skin when the room was lit and I saw nearly a dozen people standing in front of me! My friends, Jean, Andrea, Sarah, and Sharon were there. But so were some people I didn’t recognize… oh no, and Timmy and his friends were here as well! They must have set the whole thing up! “Happy Birthday, Jenna!” Jean laughed, the short Asian girl clapping her hands. I was vaguely aware of Tom sneaking behind me, effectively cutting off my retreat back down the hallway. Also, I noticed Timmy slinking up to my side. But honestly, I was still too stunned to react in time… In the next instant, that horrible teenager grabbed my towel and whipped it right off! I was left standing completely naked in front of everyone! “Oh my goodness,” I cried and covered my tits with my hands. But already Andrea had taken out her camera and snapped a few photos. Pointing at my crotch, she teased, “Look at that… Jenna’s as bald as the day she was born!” Well, everybody got a good laugh out of that, at the expense of me and my hairless pussy. The boys gave me a quick paddling on the butt, which sent me skipping forward into the living room. My friends made me spend the rest of the night in my birthday suit, and there was plenty of pinching and more teasing to go around. At least the celebratory drinks helped me loosen up. Unfortunately to the point that I’m afraid that I passed out on the couch with my legs spread wide open… I woke up the next morning, a bit dizzy, and shocked at first to find myself totally nude. And then I remembered, I had one more task to complete. Twisting around reluctantly, I looked outside the window just in time to see the mailman approaching up the side of the street. I guess it was time to fetch the paper! THE END

Jen's Slavery Part 1 by JT Chapter 1 This story actually starts in my teenage years because of what happened then plays a part in what my two girls became. Harry and I first met when we were freshmen in college. We shared classes in English and math. I was good at college English and had a problem with college Algebra. Harry was just the opposite. So it was natural that we started helping each other. I was living in the dorm, but Harry had inherited his family’s farm after his parents were killed in an automobile accident. After a couple of times that I was there, we started to really get to know each other. I told him about myself and the things I like to do. This included the running and gymnastics and ballet. And he told me about his likes, which included reading and working summers at his uncle’s ranch. So we started to become close friends. We then started helping each other on our classes at his farm. One night after working on my math, he showed me his bedroom. And I saw some of the books that he had read. I recognized a group of Gor novels by john Norman and the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Ann Rice. So I asked him, “Have you read all those books?” “Yes,” replied Harry, “I have.” “Well, what is your feeling about them?” “What do you mean?” “About the slavery and bondage of course.” “Well, I not sure. How do you know about it?” “Well first off my brother is into the Gor novels and I have read every one of his, and I have those same Sleeping beauty books myself.” There. I finally said it. So Harry asked me, “How do you feel about the bondage and slavery?” “I’m not sure, but my underwear gets wet when I read about stuff like that.” So that was when it began. Every time we would get to together that fall, after doing our homework, we would get into a discussion the world of bdsm. Harry showed me the guest apartment that was over the barn in the back yard. It was originally fixed up for his grandfather, who died a couple years ago. Harry asked, “Would you like to move into it? You can park your car in the barn under the apartment.” “Yes I would, but it needs to be cleaned up a little.” Over the next several weeks he and I would spend our Saturdays fixing it up into the shape it was when his grandfather moved in. Including the painting and fixing the doors and windows, it took us about eight weekends. Then it was the holiday season and Harry and I didn’t see much of each other. When this spring semester began, I moved out of the dorm and into the apartment. Harry charged me about half what my dormitory cost was and I had my own kitchen, it was great. Since we had different classes and different schedules, we drove our own cars and met only for lunch and in the evenings. It was all very straight-laced and we each respected the others privacy. My parents came to town in May and I introduced them to Harry and showed them my apartment. They stayed for a week in one of Harry’s extra bedrooms, and we all met at breakfast in the kitchen/dining room in the main house. At the end of the week, my mother pulled me aside and asked, “Jen, darling, have you been sleeping with Harry or anyone else? Your dad is concerned, but I told him you or Harry just did not have that look about you.” “No. Mom I haven't. I like Harry a lot, but I don’t think he is the right one yet.” “Well just remember to take precautions.” “Ok Mom, you know I will.” So they left, and we finished the semester without any other incidents. I moved back home, and during the summer, Harry and I talked about next year, and also about bdsm when my parents were not around. When they were, they loved to talk with him as they were becoming friends with him. As we had agreed, I moved back into my apartment two weeks before fall classes started. We worked our schedules out so that we had several classes together and our time in class was the same. That way we could be up at the same time, drive one car to campus and be home at the same times. We agreed that we would do that for the rest of our college careers. We talked again about slavery and I told Harry I was willing to be his slave. He said he would think about it and let me know when he made the decision. Then the next Friday night Harry buzzed me on the telephone intercom we had and told me to come down to the house wearing only a blouse and jeans with my shoes. “Are you sure about becoming a slave, Jen?” “Yes, I have made my mind up about that.” “You realize that you will be giving up ALL your rights and property to a master?” “Yes.” ”Even your body and bodily functions will be his to control. Do you agree to that?” “Yes.” “Would you accept me as your master, Jen?” ”Yes I do, Master Harry.” “Well then, slave, what are you doing with clothes on?” I immediately started taking my blouse, jeans and shoes off. As I was told, I didn’t wear any of my underwear to this meeting. Harry handed a stainless steel collar to me and told me to drop to my knees, which I did. “Now repeat after me: 'Please accept my body and all I possess as your slave and put your collar on me in acceptance'.” I did as he told me and he locked the collar on my neck. He then told me to stand up and turn around with my hands behind my back. I quickly obeyed and he secured my wrists with a ty-rap. He then used another ty-rap to pull my elbows together. This put stress in my shoulders, but I could stand it. He then hooked a chain leash to the D-ring on the front of the collar and led me out of the house and into the main part of the barn. When we got there, he cut the ty-raps and replaced them with stainless steel cuffs that he locked on my wrists, elbows and ankles. He then locked the wrists and elbows together and spread my legs and locked a three foot spreader bar between my ankle cuffs. I was totally exposed with my breasts jutting out and my pussy exposed, and I couldn’t do anything about it. “I thank you, slave, for what you are giving me. This is going to be your training stance until you learn your other positions.” He then tied a rope to my wrists and threw it over a beam above me. He then started pulling on it until I was bent over at the waist and my breasts hung down. He then came over to my head. “Now you are going to learn your main job as a slave, and that is to give me pleasure. You will learn to suck my dick without the use of your hands. You will remain like this until I am satisfied with your performance, slave.” He then stuffed his cock into my mouth and started pumping. As it got stiffer, he went deeper into my throat until I started gagging. He kept it up while I was gagging until he came in my throat and I had to swallow his cum. Then he pulled it out and as I started to complain, he shouted “SILENCE, SLAVE! Don’t speak until you are given permission to.” I shut up. “Your performance was poor, slave, you should have been able to take my full cock. I guess you need some practice. So you will spend the night in this position with a dildo in your mouth to practice on.” With that he pulled out a dildo gag almost as long as his cock and strapped in my mouth. “Now you can spend the night learning how to control your gag reflex, as long as you hold your head up you won’t gag on this but if it tilts down it will gag. See you in the morning.” With that he left me strung up and gagged. This was the worst night of my life, and I loved it. Here I was spread legged with my ass in full view. My arms bound and forced up toward the roof and my body bent over. And that hellish gag was in my mouth. Every time I started to drop off to sleep my head would droop a little and I would wake up gagging. And then there was the temperature, as I cooled of that nigh I began to shiver and by morning every muscle in my body was sore. Harry came back at sunup to see how I was doing. He felt my ass and it was cold and shaking. “Well, slave, would you like to be warmed up?” With that I nodded my head despite the gag. So he started playing with my pussy until my juices started flowing and then entered me from the rear. His rhythm picked up as he got more excited and he drove into me harder and harder until we both came. Then he came around to my front and pulled the gag out of my mouth and told me to clean his cock off. When I finished sucking his cock clean I asked permission to speak. “What is it slave?” “Master, I need to relieve myself, so could you untie me so I could use my bathroom?” He looked at me with wide eyes and chuckled. “Slave, you are but an animal, not a person. Just let it out, there is straw behind you to catch it.” So I did both my urine and my bowels. When he saw that I had shitted on the straw, he went into another part of the barn and came back with some items I could not see. I soon found out what he was up to. He had hung a bag full of water and cleaner on a post near me, and stuck he end of a hose connected to it in my ass. I don’t know how much there was that he put into me, but it was enough to make me bloated and feel cramps. He then pulled the tube out and plugged my ass with the biggest butt plug I have ever seen. He held it in there for 5 minutes then pulled it out. I gushed water out of my ass until it was empty. He then did the same thing with another water bag, but told me not to remove the butt plug. So now my lessons continued, this time I took his cock all the way down my throat with me only gagging once when he came. So I was released from my bondage to exercise my muscles. He ran me through all the warm-up and strength exercises that all athletes do. Then he gave me my jogging shoes. I looked at him quizzically. “What is it slave?” “Master, do you want me to run naked?” “What do you think, do dogs or horses wear clothes? Are you above them?” “ No Master, I am not, and your will is my command.” And so off we went, Harry in his workout sweats and me wearing only my metal bands. We jogged down the driveway and on to the farm road for several miles. Only one truck passed us and we waved to the driver who waved back as if my nakedness was normal. We came to a stand of trees. There Harry led me into the trees to a small clearing in the middle of it, and we rested there. After a few minutes Harry started playing with my cunt and we ended up making passionate love. As we lay there in the grass recovering from the love making, Harry said, “I want to take this another step farther.” “What do you mean, Master?” “I want you as my wife as well as my slave. In this you have the freedom to answer truthfully.” “Oh yes Master, I do want to be your wife and companion as well as your slave.” “We still have this year to finish, so how about a June wedding then.” “Master, that would be great.” “Also from this point on, you are never to wear any underwear when off the farm and when you are on the farm you are to be naked.” “Yes Master.” The next several weeks until the end of the semester were strange. At first I wore opaque blouses and knee length skirts. But Harry decided to change my wardrobe, he started with more revealing blouses that allowed others to see my nipples, which were hard as a rock all the time any ways. And then he length of my skirts were raised until the just barely covered my sex. At first I was very self-conscious about it, but as the weeks past, I got used to people seeing my privates in public. Harry said that it was part of my training. I stayed with Harry over Christmas break, informing my parents that we were taking a vacation together, and that we were engaged with the wedding to be in June. Harry got plane tickets for us to fly down to San Diego for the break. When we arrived at the airport there we were met by a man Harry introduced to me as “Master John”. “For the next week slave, Mater john is going to teach you how to be a proper slave. He has several slaves with him and they will help in your training also.” Chapter 2 When we got to Master John's car in the public lot, he told me to strip to my skin right there. I squeaked in shock then said, “Master, do you mean here in public?” John answered, “For that you get one demerit, I don’t like repeating myself to a slave.” “Yes Master.” And I took my clothes off (blouse, skirt and shoes). His car was a convertible with the top down. He spread a towel on the back seat and then cuffed my hands behind my back. “Get in and sit on the towel, slave.” I did what he said and he then buckled the seatbelt on me. Then he pulled a two-foot spreader bar out of the trunk and locked it to my knees. Now I was secured and fully exposed to anyone who could look into the back seat. As we drove by the terminal I got a lot of hoots and whistles from the people coming out. My master told me to smile at them. Master John seemed to take the scenic route because we hit a lot of stop lights and when we were stopped anyone who pulled up beside us would stare and whistle at me. Well, about two hours later we reached Master John’s ranch. As we drove in I saw two naked women waving from the front porch of the house. When we all got out of the car, Master John introduced me to Linda, his wife and senior slave, and Ann, the junior slave and housekeeper. The first thing I noticed about them was that their nipples were pierced and they had sleigh bells hanging from the rings. At the time I didn’t ask about them, but was curious about how it would feel. I carried our luggage into the house and up to the room that my master would be staying in. We then went back downstairs to the living room, here Master John offered Master Harry a seat and then sat down himself. Both of his slaves then knelt on each side of him and spread their knees so their sex was in full view. I then tried to imitate them as best I could beside Master Harry. John said; “So what can I do to help you?” Harry answered; “Well, my slave Jen needs to be trained and you were the best one I could find to do the job.” “So how long do I have?” “We are on break between semesters, so I guess only two weeks.” “Ok, is there anything special you want done with her?” “Well I have a Christmas present for her to be installed and I want her crotch permanently nude.” “Ok, I can handle that, but the piercing will have to be done first so she will have time to heal. One thing though, I don’t like slaves running around pissing everywhere. Your slave will have to wear a bladder plug while she is here.” Then Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out a package with a bow on it. He gave it to me and told me to open it. I did and in the box was two gold sleigh bells and rings. Tears came to my eyes and I rose up and kissed him and said thank you. Next I was taken to the slave room in the back of the house. There I was told that I would have the cage next to Ann’s cage and that when we didn’t have other duties, we would train in here. Next Linda went to a drawer and pulled out what looked like a female catheter with a very short hose. “Jen, go over to that waist high bar and bend over it.” I did as she asked. “Now spread your legs so I can get to your pee hole.” I followed her instruction and got a strange sensation as she pushed the device in to my bladder. Next she used a syringe to fill the balloon on the inserted end with a fluid. It felt like I was fucked in my bladder with a thin prick, it left me slightly aroused. “This device will keep you from relieving your bladder except from morning absolutions, after lunch is done and before we go to bed. So be careful about how much you drink.” With that done, Linda had me and Ann go through the positions that every slave should know and how to transition from one to another on command. For the next three hours we went through them with me trying to imitate Ann. I could not keep up with Ann, so at the end my wrists were tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling and my ankles were locked to eye-bolts in the floor. Then the rope was pulled tight so I could not move. With that done Linda picked up a switch and proceeded to strike my ass with it. I got 25 swats for the errors I made, and my rear end burned from it. I was let down and we went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the Masters. Linda locked my bracelets behind my back and hooked a chain, bolted to the back wall, to my collar. “Stay there and keep quiet until someone releases you.” I nodded and watched them prepare supper. Linda set the kitchen table for two people and laid out three bowls on a counter next to the sink. Ann did the actual cooking and made 2 servings of pot roast with potatoes and green beans. She made the plates and garnished them and set them on the table. The rest of the food was then put either on a platter or in bowls that were also put on the table. Then Linda went out of the kitchen to inform the masters that dinner was ready. When the two masters came into the kitchen Linda seated Master John and Ann seated Master Harry. Linda then went to the refrigerator and brought out a bottle of wine, she pulled the cork and offered it to Master John. He took it, smelled it and nodded to Linda. Linda then poured two glasses of wine and set them for each master, then both girls went and knelt beside a master, Linda beside Master John and Ann beside Master Harry. I then realized that this was also part of my training. After they were done with their dinner, the slave came up from their kneeling positions and began clearing the table of the dishes and remaining food. Linda then stood before Master John with her hand behind her back and head down, John looked at Harry and asked: “Would you like some desert, sir?” “No I’m full and that was the best meal I have ever had.” John said, “Well, the point it is not just the food that matters, but how it was served. That’s why great restaurants have such a following, it is the way it is done and that is one of the things my slaves have learned to do right.” “Well, John, that was a lesson for me, and I hope Jen learned from watching your girls.” After the men left the kitchen, Linda and Ann began cleaning the dishes and pots and pans. Once that shore was done, Linda divided what scraps that were left after the leftovers were put away into the three bowls. Those bowls and three more with water in then were set on the floor. Linda then unclipped me from my chain and we went over to Ann. She then secured Ann hands behind her back and left the kitchen. She came back about a minute later with her hands also secure behind her back. We all three knelt together before our bowls and began to eat. When we were done Linda led us back to the slave room and to an open shower in one corner of the room. She and Ann stepped in and Linda pulled a chain with her teeth to start the water flow. They stood there with their faces in the spray for a few minutes and then stepped out. Linda said to me, “Your turn kid, you still have food on your face and that would be very bad when we go back to the masters.” “Ok.” So I stepped into the shower and froze, the water spray was cold and was shocked that those two did not seem to be affected by it. I jumped back out and spluttered. Linda looked at the shock on my face and laughed. “Slaves don’t rate any hot water except for special occasions, so you better get used to it.” So I carefully go back into the shower, letting my body adjust to the cold water. When I could finally stand it, I lifted my face up and moved it back and forth in the spray. Then I got out and Linda pulled the other chain to turn off the shower. Towels were in a strange contraption next to the shower. I watched Linda walk into and turn around a couple of times, then walk out. Next Ann did the same thing, so I went into it and as I turned around I felt it dry not only what was the outside, but it dried out my creases. “Linda, that is amazing! Where did you get it?” “Well, John is a mechanical engineer and he designed it for when I’m restrained, like now, and had to dry myself. But you have to be careful when using it, if you stay in it to long, it will give you an orgasm.” “Wow, how can I get one?” “Well John is working out a manufacturing deal on it after Christmas, to get them out for next year. Don’t worry about it, he has probably already talked to your master about it.” So we went back to the living room to kneel beside our masters. They discussed my training schedule and John had set an appointment for me at a piercing shop for tomorrow morning. After that the masters played with their toys. When they were finished, Linda led us back to the slave room. When we got there Linda told us to spread our legs and used a catheter syringe to remove our urine plugs (including hers, I noted) and we each emptied our bladders on the shower floor. She then pulled the chain with her teeth for the water to come on and rinse us off, then our bladder plugs were reinserted and the balloons refilled with fluid. After which we each took our turns in the toweling machine. And then Ann and I were put in our cages for the night, Linda slept on a pad next to the cages. Once we were locked in, Linda turned out the lights. Next morning we were released from our cages at 5:30 am by Linda. Like the night before she told us to spread our legs, and she pulled out our bladder plugs and we again relieved ourselves in the shower. Following that she pulled my butt plug out and gave me my enema, afterward replacing it. Then she pulled the chain to turn on the water. This time she used a wash cloth with some liquid soap to wash each of us from head to toe. After Ann and I got out of the shower Linda washed herself. When we each finished with the toweling machine, Linda unlocked Ann’s wrists and we went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. Once again I was chained to the corner to watch. First order of business was the coffee, the maker was set up the night before and Linda hit the on switch. Then Ann started cooking the breakfast. At 6:25 on the dot Linda poured two cups of coffee and load them and two creamer and sugar bowls on a tray, and left for the bedrooms. She came back to the kitchen and set the table as she did last night. At 7 am our masters showed up and Linda and Ann once again seated them like they were in a restaurant. Master Harry dropped his fork on the floor when he picked up his napkin, and Ann, who was kneeling beside him, immediately rose up and picked up the fork before Harry could grab it, and took it to the sink. She then got another fork out of the silverware drawer and placed it beside Harry’s plate, then went back to where she was kneeling before and knelt again. After breakfast was over, the same routine as the previous night was repeated. My piercing appointment was at 9:00, so we left the ranch the same way we had arrived, with me naked to the world. We arrived at the parlor on time and I was led in by my master with John accompanying us. There were several people in the waiting room and as soon as I saw them I blushed all the way to my toes. Both masters sat down on two adjacent seats and my master told me to kneel facing the people on the other side and keep my knees 18 inches apart. This was the worst experience I had ever had, and I thought riding naked in a car was bad. The people across from me stared at all of my privates and a couple of the girls made comments to me about being a slut. I started to respond to them but my master touched my shoulder and I didn’t. When my turn came up, I was surprised at how quick and clean it was. The piercer had me sit in a chair like the one gynecologists use and he ran one strap under my breasts to hold me. He then brushed my nipples with some liquid, and waited for about 5 minutes. Then he asked me if I could feel anything when he touched each one with a needle, I said no, and so he started. He grabbed my left nipple with pair of pliers that had loops in their ends, and started pushing a long needle into my nipple. As it started going I held my breath in anticipation of the pain, but there was none, so I watched in curiosity what he was doing. Once the needle was half way through my nipple he reached down and picked up the ring and sleigh bell. With the bell on the ring he put one end of the ring in the back of the needle and proceeded to push it the rest of the way through my nipple. When it came out the other side he continued to push the ring until it was half way around. He then took another type of pliers and closed the ends of the ring together until there was a click. The same process was repeated on my other nipple and I was released from the chair. As we walked out to the waiting room several of the people saw what was done to me and cheered and clapped as we when to the car. I walked with a bounce to my step and rang my bells, it was arousing and interesting how they pulled on my nipples. All the way home I was so involved with swinging my chest to feel those bells I did not even notice anything else. We got back to the ranch just before noon so I was handed over to Linda and she once again locked me to the chain in the corner to watch, lunch was done the same as all the other meals. So after we finish eating ourselves we went back to the slave room. The first thing was of course my new nipple rings and their bells, both Ann and Linda teased me with them before releasing my wrists. Then Linda started telling me about proper care of the piercings. When she was done we were back to learning the slave positions, this time I did a lot better and only got five lashings when it was done. When we went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, instead of chaining me in the corner, Linda released my binding and told me to help her with setting the table. She explained to me each part, from the placement of the silverware and napkin to the position of the glasses and plates. She went on about it was the duty of a slave to make a master feel like he is the king of his domain and everything had to be perfect. That night I replaced Ann, kneeling at my master’s side. After dinner was complete we went into the living room and knelt beside our masters. My master asked “Are Linda and Ann’s cunts permanently bald or do they have to shave them?” John replied, “That same parlor did electrolysis also and I had them denuded of hair below the neck. It is a long process, and if you are interested in it, check out some parlors in Seattle.” “Ok, I will.” Then to me. “Slave, I want you to start shaving your cunt every day until I can setup an electrolysis for you.” I turned to him and said, "Yes, Master.” With a smile on my face. The rest of our time there went without any problems. I learned my slave positions, how to prepare meals for my master, and a lot more about how to keep myself in shape. Also I got over my being naked in front of other people. So three days before New Year’s we left for home. Chapter 3 Before we left the house Master Harry told me what to wear for our trip back to Seattle. Because it was just before New Year’s he told me to wear thermal stockings with my garter belt to hold them up and a woolen blouse, short woolen skirt and no bra or panties. I didn’t think about the “no” underwear part because I was so used to not wearing any. He also told me to pull out my heavy coat that I wore in Seattle. While I was dressing Harry settled up affairs with John, and Linda and Ann came to wish me well. I told them about the wedding in June and Linda said that they and John must come. And that she could handle the wedding planning for me. I told her that I would talk to Harry and if it was ok, then I would let her know about the decision. It turned out later that I did not have to, since that was one of the things that Harry and John had already decided on. John played chauffeur by driving us back to the airport. He even had on one of those silly caps that they wore, and handled our baggage check-in. Harry got our tickets filed at the counter and then we went to the departure lounge. When we sat down, Harry told me to hike my skirt up a little and keep each of my legs touching the arm rests. I did and once again that humiliating feeling of being naked in public came back to me. It took all my will to keep my legs spread like that. Harry whispered in my ear; “Jen, loosen up and enjoy it. Darling, it was my order and you have no say in it, So just relax and enjoy the freedom of exposing your body,” So I did, and I finally realized that it was no different than at home or at Master John’s house, so it became fun to flash other people. This was a revelation to me that was to affect how I would raise my kids. We soon got on the plane and I slept the whole way home. When we touched down in Seattle Harry woke me up. We got off the plane, got our baggage and took the shuttle to long-term parking where Harry’s car was. As we walked to his car from the shuttle stop, I was hit with the cold air coming up my skirt to my bald pussy, what a shock that was! You would not believe how it feels, it was like going from a hot shower and sitting down on a block of ice. As soon as we got to the car, Harry had me put my hands behind my back and then locked my cuffs together. He then unlocked the passenger door and as I was getting in he pulled the back of my skirt up, I sat down on that seat that had been freezing since we flew down to San Diego, I screamed when my butt touched the seat and tried to get out, but Harry held me down and he then buckled my seat belt to keep me in place. After putting our bags in the trunk Harry finally got in the driver’s seat and started the engine. I started to complain to him and he told me not to talk or I would be gagged. After the car warmed up we pulled out of the parking lot and headed for our farm. I learned from that incident that I could be tortured in any different way that my master chose. It was about 5:00 PM when we reached the farm and unloaded our luggage. I immediately stripped out of my clothes and asked my master what he would like for dinner. “I would like some chicken and veggies with a white wine.” “Anything else, Master?” “No, that would be it.” So as I slipped out of my clothes and went to the kitchen, Harry carried the luggage up stairs, and it didn’t hit me at that time that I should of carried the luggage instead of Harry. The first thing I did was to set the table the same way that Linda did back at the ranch, and I would keep it that way from now on. Next I pulled a piece of chicken out of the freezer and defrosted in the microwave. Then I put some frozen vegetables in the skillet with some oil and started stir-frying them. When the microwave was done with the chicken I moved the vegetables to a metal bowl on a side burner to keep warm and cut the chicken into bite size pieces and cooked them, then added the vegetables and some teriyaki sauce and mixed them together. After putting this in a serving dish and heating up some rice I put all this in the oven to keep warm and went to announce to my master that dinner was ready. Harry can down and when he entered the kitchen he looked impressed with what I had done. As he got to the table I seated him in his favorite chair and brought out the food, then knelt beside him as he started to eat. After Harry finished eating I cleaned up the kitchen and ate the scraps as I had done at the ranch. I then came out to the living room where my master was watching a movie. I knelt beside him and he let me know that he acknowledged that I was there by twiddling one of my nipple rings. The movie was about a girl in Germany, who was submissive and looking for a master. The first couple she met was more into bondage and inflicting pain than in owning a slave full time. Finally she was sold to a man in Great Britain that really cared that she could do slave duties and attend his wishes. With that the movie ended. Harry turned to me. “What do you think of the girl in that movie?” “Well I think I may be like her, I can accept some bondage and pain as part of my slavery, but serving my master in every way is my dream.” “I agree with you Jen, if you want to get into the bondage part, that is fine with me as long as it is not all the time. The pain part I’m not into, but you already know that I have other ways to punish you if you are bad.” “Yes Master, I do understand.” “Ok, well next is the sleeping arrangements. After talking with John about how he setup his household, I decided to copy it. At least it would lower the concerns of your parents. You will sleep in the old master bedroom on the first floor. That room will now be slave quarters and when you are not sharing my bed, that is where you will sleep or be bound if you are being punished.” So he lead me to the downstairs bedroom, (it was his parents when they were alive), but while we were down in San Diego he had it fixed up for my usage. The four walls and ceiling were painted slate gray and the light in the middle of the ceiling was the only light in the room. The only furniture in there was a mattress in one corner and a steel cage next to it. The mattress was about 6 inches from the back and side walls, and was a double size. Mounted in the floor at each corner of the mattress was a two inch diameter rod with a ring welded to it. The cage is about 6 feet tall and it width and depth followed my measurements plus about 2 inches. If I was put in it I could not move around or lie down. “The cage is a punishment cage, Jen, You can spend anywhere from five minutes to five days in it for disobedience, ok.” “Yes Master.” “The mattress can also be used to punish or drive you wild, depending on the situation. It is also where you will sleep at night when you are not in my bed.” “What do you mean, Master?” “Would you like an sample, slave?” “”I think I would, Master.” Big mistake . He proceeded first to lock my wrists and elbows behind my back. Then he locked two chains, one to each side of my collar. He told me to lie down on the mattress and spread my legs. I did and he locked each ankle cuff to two rods at the bottom of the mattress, this spread my legs farther than I had ever spread them before. Then he locked the two chains conected to my collar to the two rods at the head of the bed, As he pulled them tight it stretched me out to my limits. “Is it too tight for you, slave?” he said, grinning. “No, Master it is a little stretching, but I can handle it.” “Well here is something to make it a little more interesting and I will see you in the morning.” With that he reached down and smeared some kind of cream on my pussy. At first I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but five minutes later my clit and cunt were burning. I started screaming and my master came back into my room. “What ever is wrong, Jen?” “MY CUNT IS ON FIRE MASTER!” I screamed at him. “Tut, tut. Such language from a young woman like you.” Again grinning. “Master please, will you do something about it for your poor slave.” “Ok.” And he put a gag in my mouth and buckled it tight, and then he left the room. So for the rest of the night I went through holy hell. When the itching started, my cunt would start secreting juices and that would cause the cream to burn my cunt, this would drive me up a wall trying to ease it. But the way I was chained up I could not bring any part of my sex together to relieve myself. So not only did I not get any sleep that night, but I felt like I was a sex starved maniac by the next morning. Next morning Harry came down at 5:00 am and released me from my night of torture. “Now get yourself cleaned up and fix some breakfast, oh by the way set yourself a place at the table this morning.” With a corner shower stall and bathroom sink in the opposite corner of the room I proceeded to do my morning ritual, in the stall I relieved my bladder and pulled my butt plug. I then started the water to flush it down the drain and wash myself off, including that horrible cream Harry put on me last night. I then reloaded my ass with water and replaced the butt plug. I then went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. First I started the coffee maker. Then I pulled out the eggs, sausage and hash browns that Harry preferred for breakfast. While the potatoes and sausage where cooking I added another place to the kitchen table. I then put the potatoes and sausage on a warmer and brought Harry his coffee in his bedroom. While I was kneeling beside his bed waiting for him to give me the coffee cup back, I noticed some changes at were made in his bedroom since we left on vacation. One was a pole bolted to the floor that only cane up to my waist. Another thing was a mat next to the wall that the bathroom door was on, but at the other end of the wall. Above the mat on the wall was an eyebolt attached to the wall with about twenty feet of chain attached. Harry gave me the cup, I rose and went back down to the kitchen. Their I started the eggs, and when Harry came down I served him and began to kneel by his side. He interrupted my kneeling and said. “Jen please take the other seat and serve yourself.” I did. “Jen, I want to be sure about this because I don’t want to lose you in any way. Do you understand? For this we can talk as equals.” “Ok, how do you mean Harry ?” “Well last night was part a test John gave me to see if you are really committed to being a slave. For the other part, and this is crucial, can you live with things like that happening to you off and on as a slave?” “Yes, Harry, I can. While it was excruciating at the time it helped me to learn more about whom I am and how sexy I can be, do you understand?” “Yes I do and I am willing to help you explore that, just understand that as a slave, you are my property to play with as I like and you no longer own anything including your body.” “Yes Master I understand and will be your slave and you can play with my body any way you want.” “Thank you slave, and we have some appointments this afternoon. But in the mean time I know of a horny slave that needs to be fucked silly.” So we went up to his bedroom and I was in seventh heaven. Harry took me and took me until nether one of us had any energy left. We then napped till noon. Chapter 4 Harry gave me a very light dress to wear; it was a one piece with a low back and a short skirt. I could step into it and he pulled it up, and then tied the top strings behind my neck. He then had me put on a pair of boots and my heavy coat. “What’s up, Master?” “We have a couple of places to go to and some shopping to do. Ok.” “Yes, Master.” So he led me out to the car and locked my wrists behind my back. Once again he lifted my skirt as I got in and secured my seat belt. This time I did not say a word or look shocked. When he got in the driver’s side of the car, he looked at me with a raised brow. I said nothing and smiled at him. He started up the car and we were off to whatever he was planning. Our first stop was at a piercing pallor. When we went in I was told to sit down with, keep my knees apart, I did as I was commanded and actually enjoyed the looks I got from those that sat across from me. Harry talked with the proprietor abut piercings and electrolysis for a while and they set an appointment for some time in January to begin. We then left and he drove me to a mall nearby. At the mall we went into a lingerie shop, there Harry unlocked my wrists and told me to remove my coat, he then relocked them. Then he looked around for a sales person. When one walked up and asked if she could help, he said that he wanted to buy some special underwear for me. She asked what my measurements were and Harry untied the strings holding my dress up and let it fall to the floor and there I was naked to the world for anyone to see. She looked at me in surprise and then started measuring me. I stood there with my feet 18 inches apart and thrust my chest out. When she was done with the measuring, she asked Harry just what he was thinking of. He responded, "Some quarter cup bras and some crotchless hosiery." So first she led us to the bra section and pulled out a couple for my master to examine. He picked out a couple of them and gave the key to the sales lady so I could try them on. She tool me into a dressing room and unlocked my wrists. As I tried on each bra I came out of the dressing room so Harry could see how I looked. While I was changing Mary (the sales lady) asked me about my nipple piercings. I told her that they were a present from Harry and ever since I got then I was horny all the time. She smiled at me and undid her blouse, showing me hers. When I was done trying on all the bras Harry told the girl which ones to set aside, and asked her about the hosiery. She pulled out several packages and Harry selected three. He handed me one and told me to put it on and then we looked at their shoes. Harry picked out a pair with four inch heels and locking straps, and she put them on my feet and locked them on. Harry then told me to walk around in them, so I did, it was awkward at first but soon I got the knack of it. With the hosiery and shoes on, Harry then slipped my dress back over my head and on to me, tying the strings at the neck. After he paid for our purchases, I put on my coat and he once again locked my wrists behind my back. “Excuse me, but is she a prisoner or something like that?” asked the sales girl. “No, by her own request, she is just my slave.” “Ooookay!. Well here is my card if you ever come back, ask for me.” As we walked out of the shop I found that walking in high-heel shoes was a lot harder without the use of your arms. Since it was just after lunch time Harry suggested that we eat out at the restaurant here at the mall, and I agreed. Harry had to help me keep my balance because with my hands locked I could not keep it myself. The restaurant was quite cozy and upper class. The maître d' led us to a booth. I got in first, and he gave out menus and asked if we wanted anything to drink. Harry asked for two sodas. He left and the waiter came up for our orders, Harry ordered a steak with baked potato for him and a Caesar salad for me. When the waiter left Harry told me to turn my back to him, when I did he unlocked my wrists so I could eat. Before the food came we discussed what happened at the lingerie shop and my feelings about being shown off in public like that. “At first, Master, it was a shock, but after a few minutes I got use to it and by the time we were done, I was enjoying it,” “That’s good, because you may be exposed like that or more in the future. I like showing off my possessions to everyone.” When the meal came, we dug in and let any more conversation go by the bye. When we had finished with our lunches, Harry relocked my wrists and he paid the check. Then as we walked out Harry had to steady me several times as we went out to our car, and we then went to an adult store. When we got there Harry told me not to flinch if anyone there gropes me. Then we got out of the car and walked in. First Harry looked at the vibrating dildos until he found one that was 2 ½ inches in diameter and over 8 inches long. He asked the salesman if he knew anything about it. He did, it was one of his most popular products and it would run on high for 6 hours with a full charge, also it came with a 20 speed remote control. Harry said “I’ll take it, next I need a butt plug that acts as an enema port, and can be expanded and anchored to a post.” “That’s a tall order, sir, and I think I can help you out, but it is not cheap.” He then went into the back room and returned shortly with a white box and set it on the counter. Its dimensions were 3x3x10 and when he opened the box and pulled its contents out, the main part looked like a 1 ½ inch dildo with ¾ inch rod in the middle. The rod had a ring on the end and as the salesman showed Harry it screwed out of the middle. Also in the box was a pump to inflate a ring about half way up the dildo. There were also several fittings in the box for plumbing connections. As the salesman said, it was not cheap, but Harry bought it. Then he asked for some batteries for the vibrator and if he had a crouch cinch belt to hold it in. Once he had everything, Harry told me to bend over, right there in the shop with the salesman and several customers. I did, he then put the waist part of the crouch strap on my waist, and then he played with my cunt to get the juices flowing. Several of the customers asked to help, and Harry let them. I stood bent over and took it. Soon I was lubricated enough for Harry to insert the dildo into me, as so as he got it in as far as I could take it he brought the crouch strap between my legs and locked it to the waist belt holding the vibrator in me. I stood up and I felt ready full down there. We then left the store and drove home. On the way Harry played with the remote, driving me out of my mind till we got home. When we got home Harry unlocked my wrists and I got out of my coat and dress. He then gave me one of the bras to put on. I did and he once again locked my wrists. As I walked around the house in my new clothes I felt several new sensations. One was that while the bra on my piercings put more stress on my nipples than before, this made them more sensitive. Two, the stockings brought more feeling to my crotch and that kept me always horny. And third, these shoes were keeping me off balance as I walked which caused my bells to bounce and that made it even harder for me to think of anything but sex. Harry sent me to the kitchen to bring him a beer. I went their without thinking and when I realize my hands were locked behind my back, I found myself in a dilemma. Harry had just locked my wrists before he sent me on this errand and expected me to figure out how to do it. Also all the sensations from my clothing were making it hard to think. But I finally figured out how to do it. I backed up to the refrigerator and opened it with my hands, then rolling around the door, I put my head in and grabbed a bottle of beer with my mouth. Backing out, I closed the refrigerator and took the bottle to the living room and knelt before Harry, offering the beer. Chuckling, he opened the bottle and as he took a drink he set the remote for the vibrator still in me on high. I fell back on the floor and had one of the strongest orgasms of my life. As Harry drank his beer, he kept the remote on high and I lay on the floor twitching in one continuous orgasm. When he was done drinking the beer he turned off the remote but it took me several minutes before I recovered enough to get back in a kneeling position. Harry noticed that I had a good patch of wet under me and he set that information aside for the moment. “Well slave, you figured out that challenge and fairly quickly, so I gave you a reward.” “Thank you Master, It was a mind blowing experience, sir.” “Which part, the challenge or the reward?” “Actually both, Master. The challenge was hindered by my hornyness and that was the longest orgasm I have ever had, I thought I died and gone to heaven.” “Well, you will sleep in your slave room tonight and I’ll set the buzzer for 5:30 am. Now turn around and I will unlock you.” Then I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, I took the second place setting off the table and began the cooking. When it was ready Harry showed up without my notifying him. I seated him and served the dinner, then knelt beside him as he ate. When he was done I scraped the scraps together and did the dishes, then ate myself from the scraps. After finishing that up I went to find Harry and see if he wanted me for anything else. He was up in his bedroom working on that post I noticed earlier. I asked if he needed me and he said no and that I could go to bed early. So I went down to the slave room and started my nightly ritual before bed and I lay down on my mattress. A little while later I heard harry setting the time lock on my door and the wake up buzzer, after that I fell asleep for the night. In the morning the buzzer went off and I woke up. I still had the hosiery and shoes on from yesterday because Harry did not unlock the straps on the shoes before I went to bed, although I did take the bra off. I did my usual morning routine and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast as I did before. After breakfast was over I went looking for my master Harry. He was up in his bedroom working on the pole in the center of the room. He had mounted the new butt plug on the rod and was finishing up the plumbing when I came in. “Good, you’re here. Go in the bathroom and pull out your butt plug and let your water out in the toilet.” “Ok, Master.” And I did as he said. When I came back he took the crotch strap off me and pulled out the dildo. That was a major relief, or so I thought when he did it. He positioned me over the rod and locked my ankles to the spreader bar mounted at its base. Next he went behind me and secured my wrists behind my back. I then heard a whirring sound like motor until I felt a metal ring touch my ass. Then he lubricated the plug so that it would slip into me easily. With both hands he pushed four fingers into me and opened my rear. Then I heard the motor sound again and the plug rose into my asshole. It kept going until I felt the flange meet my ass and the motor sound stopped. I then felt something expanding inside me, which must have been the balloon in the butt plug, so I was impaled and could not move from my waist down. ”So what do you think, slave Jen, will this keep you still when I’m not around?” “Ooo, definitely Master.” After I got my breath back from the experience. “That’s good because I am working on some distractions for you when you are impaled this way.” He then went through the process of releasing me from the device. When he was done he told me to put one of my bras on and come back up to get dressed. So I left his bedroom and did as I was told. When I came back to his room he had a light-weight dress that covered me front and back but had two sets of string ties at the shoulders. It was a straight tube that would slide right down me, in fact that was how he put it on me. It was a light shimmering green and the fabric felt like silk on my skin. The hem was only a couple inches below my crotch, but there was a string sewed in at the waist to cinch it in the back. Harry tied that string so that it rode on my waist. When I looked in his mirror I was shocked to see that the hem was just barely covering my sex, and when I moved the skirt would fly up revealing it. The other thing was that my tits and their rings and bells were very prominent on my chest. At least my coat went down enough to cover me down there, I thought as I blushed that it was so revealing. I should mention before I go on that Harry and I pre registered before the end of classes last semester, our classes were all on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. So Harry drove us to a strip club. It was mid-morning and so the club was not open for business, but the owner and several of the employees were there. Harry got me out of the car and unlocked my wrists, and then we went in. Harry introduced us to the manager and they started talking. I looked around the place. There was a stage in the center of the room, and there were 4 brass poles on it that went to the ceiling. Around the stage there was a scattering of small round tables with 2 or 3 chairs at each one. On each side of the room there was a serving bar with a large collection of bottles on shelves behind them. Up on the stage were 3 women exercising with the poles; to my surprise they were totally nude. The manager caught my look of surprise and said to me; “In this state its legal to be naked, young lady, didn’t you know that?” “No I didn’t, sir.” “Any ways your boyfriend here says you want a job here, is that right?” Turning to him without thinking, I answered; “Yes.” “Ok lets see what you look like.” And Harry untied the waist string on the dress and then undid the shoulder ties. The dress fell to the floor and the manager whistled at me in surprise. Looking at my breasts he said; “Are those rings permanent or fake?” “There permanent.” I said, and then pirouetted to show him, with the bells flying out and ringing. When I did that the sound of the bells seemed to catch the attention of everyone else, because they stopped and stared at me. The manager then turned to the stage and called, “Nancy, since she got your attention why don’t you run her through the routine?” “Ok boss.” came the reply from a blond girl on the stage. She walked to the edge of the stage closes to us and squatted down putting out her hand. “Hi, my name is Nancy, I’m the choreographer here.” “Mine's Jen, that’s short of Jennifer.” “Ok, well the stairs are on the other side and if you go around and come up we can get started.” I walked around and came up the stairs, the other girls came over and we all sat down on the stage. They were totally naked also. Nancy started, “This is Liz and Ali,” pointing at each girl in turn. “Girls, this is Jen. I hope you all will work together well.” I asked. “What do you mean?” “Didn’t your boyfriend tell you? You three are being hired as a team for Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights.” “What about you?” I said, feeling some confusion. “I don’t dance anymore except to fill in when one of you are sick. I’m the other partner of that fat palooka who happens to be my husband.” A voice came from the audience seats, “Hey Nancy, who are you calling fat, with your flabby legs?” We all started chuckling at that. After we had calmed down, Nancy started describing what exotic dance was all about and how we should do it. After she was done she told us to each get us and pick a pole. We did and for the next three hours went through the routines that she talked about, with her leading us. At the end of this session we all sat down in a circle and discussed each of the routines. When that was done, we all introduced ourselves and started asking each other questions. The first ones were to me about my strange jewelry and how I got it. “So what is that jewelry on your neck, wrists, elbows and ankles?” “Well it's stainless steel that Harry bought me. They are all hinged on one side and on the other side it’s like one end goes into the other and a set screw will hold them together. The rings let them be locked together.” Both girls responded with, “Cool.” And one asked “Where could we get them at.” “You would have to ask Harry, I don’t know, they were Christmas presents.” Next they started in on my nipple rings. “Did it hurt to have your tits pierced?” “Not at first. The piercer used a spray that deadened my nipples at the time. But they were sore for several days afterwards.” “What about those balls or are they bells? Do they hurt or not?” “To be honest the bells do become a problem if you try to wear a regular bra, that is why I am wearing a quarter bra now. As far as them causing any pain, no. But they are a constant reminder and keep me aroused all the time. If you want the same thing, talk to my friend and he can tell you who is the best at piercing.” Then we all rose, went to get dressed and got ready to leave the bar. Nancy called, “Remember girls, I want to see you all tomorrow morning for more practice. 9:00 sharp.” We all nodded and I went to were Harry was, talking to the owner. We said our good byes and walked out to the car. Harry locked my wrists behind my back and I got in the car, then we rode home. End of part 1

Julia, An Exploration byteohamilton© Julia, An Exploration Ch. 01 Pt. 01 Innocence Exploring Julia felt a little ashamed of herself. She didn't even know how to begin to understand where these feelings had begun to move her in to action. Or was it in reverse? Did her actions start and then the feelings followed? She wasn't sure at this point. Growing up a typical Southern girl in Nashville, she had always been the a-typical sweet girl next door. She went to church with her parents. She was conservative in her dating practices. She never kissed a boy on the first date. Heck, she had hardly kissed many boys until she finally left home for college. And, whew, what different world that was...is. The college life. Julia was an intelligent girl. She always made great grades in school and when she was ready to graduate high school, she made her applications to several different schools on the east coast and a few on the west coast. But when it came right down to it, when the offer came from the University of Southern California, the thought of being near Hollywood and all the excitement there was just way too appealing. She was going to be a lawyer one day. She knew that. But she wanted to have fun while she was young and, of course, get a good education at the same time. In her freshman year she lived in the dorm on campus. Most freshmen did. She joined a sorority and soon found herself falling deep in to the typical life of a USC girl. Going to football games in the fall and there were parties every weekend. The dress codes at most of these events was short skirts and tight tops. It seemed that the skirts kept getting shorter and the tops kept getting tighter. It was exciting and fun, but it was all pretty much in innocence. Of course the boys loved it, but things never really seemed to go overboard. She had, of course, met several boys, made out with a few and had only had sex with one...so far. She was after all, still a conservative southern girl. But this, this was coming from some other place in her psyche. A place she had had very little time or interest in exploring. Until now. It had happened once before, but only briefly. In this very same room under very similar circumstances, but more accidental than purposeful. That was a few days before. Now she had had time to think about it and actually came up with a plan. For her sophomore year, she had convinced her father to allow her to move in to an apartment a short drive from Campus. She had promised that she would be working and able to pay for part of the rent. She and her best friend Jeni had found a nice and quiet place that would be great for better study habits. Especially away from the distractions of campus life. Living in a secure building made her father feel more comfortable and living on the third floor gave Julia the view of down town LA she had desired. It also made her feel more comfortable to be able to leave windows open to enjoy the nice SoCal weather in the comfort of her own room. And that's where it happened, the first and the second time. Her exhibitionism. The first time it was unintentional. She had walked in to her room right around dusk. She was headed to yoga class and wanted to change. Without thinking she simply walked in her room, removed her pants and top she had worn all day and walked from her closet to her dresser. She hadn't noticed that the blinds were still open. She didn't think that with it getting darker outside, with the light on and the blinds open, that pretty much anyone on the adjoining building's third floor, could see right in to her room and to see her standing there with just a bra and thongs on. She reach down in to her drawer and grabbed Lulu Lemon yoga pants flapping them out of their fold and then putting them on. Right there in front of the open window. With her back to that window, she would have been bending over slightly, exposing her ass for a clear view of whoever might be out there. This thought, however, was not in her mind at that time. Not until after. She grabbed her top and started out of her room to finish getting ready in her bathroom. It was then that she looked back and with a bit of shock, noticed that the blinds were open and that she had possible just exposed her almost nude body to someone, anyone that had a good line of view in to her room. When she first noticed, she had audibly drawn in a breath and she began to blush. She quickly hit the switch to the light and walked in to her bathroom. She looked in the mirror taking in the shocked look on her face. She instinctively held her top up, covering her breast as thought through what someone may have just voyeur-ed. She through the top on and tried to shrug off the thought. Perhaps no one saw a thing. Mostly likely, no one saw. "Oh well," she thought and quickly grabbed her keys and left the apartment. She wanted to get out fast, just so that "if" someone did see, that they didn't have enough time to catch her leaving in the garage. She didn't want to chance an encounter with someone that may have just seen her near nude. Having made it to the car without seeing a single sole, she started up the engine of the Benz her father had bought her. Being a daddy's girl did have its perks. As she backed out of her parking spot, a man walked out of the stair well. He looked right at her and they made eye contact. Julia quickly looked away in fear that he might have been a beneficiary audience member of her accidental exhibition show. Once again she tried to shrug all of this off. Besides, when they made eye contact, there was nothing in the guys facial expression that was obvious to the notion of him having knowledge of what had just happened in her apartment. Nothing at all. She shrugged it off. Since that occurrence, since that time, she had played it through in her mind a few hundred times. And when she thought of it, she had very conflicting feelings. Of course she was embarrassed in the thought that someone may have seen her in a thong and bra, but then, and this is what concerned her, when she thought of it, it excited her just a bit. What if someone had seen her, looked in to her private moment, and liked it. It was then that she realized for the first time in her life, consciously at least, that she wanted to be desired. She wanted to be exposed, viewed, and looked on with lust. And it was this thought that was shocking her to her core. She had been to the beach and the pool many times, wearing bikinis that were every bit as exposing and flattering to her figure as the thong and bra she had had on that late afternoon. Yet, it had not given her thought in those settings. Of course there was the comparisons with the other girls and what they were wearing and of course the guys would be there too, looking at her, but not in her private space. In her room. No, this was different. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to see what these feelings were about. Could she be? Surely not. But then a plot formulated in her mind. And that gave the answer that, yes, she just might be an exhibitionist. Wanting to expose herself to strangers. And this is where the plot thickened in her mind. On a day when she know her roommate would not be home, she arrived home from class about thirty minutes before the sun would be setting. She quickly made her way to her bedroom and turned on the switch, lighting the lights hanging over her bed. A cute and simple set of bulbs hanging down from the ceiling and almost centrally directed over the pillow set on her bed. She glanced up to confirm that the blinds to her window were still open. She quickly turned and went in to her bathroom, leaving the bedroom door open. She flicked the bathroom lights on and removed her street cloths. She wanted to take a quick shower before getting ready for yoga. She again, left the door open to the bathroom and now fully nude, put her hair up in a bun. No need to wash it now. Not before yoga. And besides, it would take too long to dry. Julia thought herself as being very naughty leaving the doors open, but there was no one home and there was no angle at which she could see her own bedroom window, meaning that there was no chance that anyone could see her in the bathroom; nude and showering. Looking down the hall and out the living room window, she could tell that it was quickly getting dark outside and sped up her actions. The water being sufficiently hot, she got in the shower, washed her body and face, rinsed and turned off the water. Grabbing her towel off the hook, she figured that the entire shower process took only about 5 minutes. The light should be just right outside. After drying off, she wrapped the gray towel around her body. It was large enough to completely cover her torso and trailed down past her ass. She took one last look in the mirror. She caught herself pursing her lips at herself as she turned to make her way to the bedroom. With no more thought, she crossed the hall to her bedroom and, at a slow pace, made her way to her dresser. She purposefully kept her face averted from the window. "If" in fact there was someone watching, she didn't want to give on that this situation was planned, when, in fact, it was. She turned to her dresser and faced it, meaning that her back was now to the open window. With the towel still covering her body, she opened a top drawer, pulled out her favorite thongs and placed them on the dresser top. This was it, the moment and she let the towel fall from around her right side and flung it off to her left. She was now completely nude in front of her wide open window. This thought made her instinctively start to exit the room. This was the good little girl side of her trying to stop her, but it didn't work. She stopped herself and went back to her dresser. Still with her back to the window and still fully naked. She was now not in a hurry, but she wasn't moving too slowly either. She was trying to act normal. She wanted to give the full impression to a possible voyeur, that this was completely accidental. She picked up her thong and put it on, lifting her right leg to pull them on, then her left. She reached down in the bottom drawer, knowing that that would give a full view of her ass to the window, grabbing her yoga pants. And the thought now overtook her, was there someone watching. Uncontrollably, she instinctively looked over her shoulder to the window. It was a very quick look and she didn't see anyone, but unfortunately she thought, that could let anyone looking to gain the understanding that this was a purposeful event. That she wanted to be seen. "Darn it," she thought as, with her body now facing sideways to the window, she put her yoga pants on. Even with her accidental lapse of control, she was undaunted in her current plan, she wanted to continue to be exposed. She stood motionless, still facing the dresser, trying to give the impression that she was considering which bra to wear. She looked down and saw that her nipples were fully erect at the excitement that she was feeling. Her right hand found its way to her left nipple and she gave it a little tweak. Her heart was pounding. Still taking her time, she picked up her top and paused. "Bra or no bra," she thought and dropped the top. She picked out a bra and made sure that it was unfolding correctly. She pulled the bra around her waist and reached back to buckle it. She then put her hands in the straps and pulled the bra completely up over her breast. She pulled the straps over her shoulders and made sure that they were sitting correctly in place. She grabbed her top and put it on. That, she thought, was plenty of time for whomever may have been so lucky to see her. She walked out of her bedroom flicking the light off as she passed by the door. She went in the bathroom and gave herself a good look in the mirror. A sly grin came across her face and she almost said to herself, "you little devil." She turned off the bathroom light and walked towards the living room and to the front door. It was at this point when she had another thought. How could she know if someone saw? She turned off the kitchen light and walked to the front door. She opened it, and then let it close in front of her. She was not going to yoga. Not right now at the least. She stood there at the door, frozen in thought and then turned back towards her bedroom. She slowly walked down the hall, trying to be invisible. At least to anyone in the opposite building. She thought for sure that devoid of natural light in the apartment and no electric lights glowing, that no one outside her apartment could see what she was doing. She reached her bedroom door and found herself peeking around the corner and at the open window. With her hands on the doorjamb, she looked out the window to the building across the way. It couldn't have been more than 40 or 50 feet away. She could now see inside some of the apartments. She slowly walked back in the bedroom, watching the window all the while. She couldn't see anyone. She made her way, ever so slowly back to the very spot in which she had stood when she had been fully nude just moments before. She stood motionless but facing the window this time and fully clothed as well. Her eyes went from window to window of the units facing her apartment. Some were lit, but most were not. She picked out the few that would have had a direct view of her fully naked body. There were on only four at best. She looked toward one just above her floor level. The lights were on and she could see movement inside, but there was no one looking in her direction. Perhaps only someone cooking their evening meal. Not a prospect for her voyeur. "Oh gosh," she thought. She wanted a voyeur. "What the heck is going on Julia," she said to herself out loud. Another lighted apartment had curtains that were drawn. Perhaps they looked and then closed them. "Maybe," she thought. There were three units with no lights on at all. She could hardly tell if there were someone inside any of them. Most likely not. But perhaps. And the thought of that made her excited and concerned at the same time. Usually the thought of someone, a man, watching her from the dark would make her cringe, but not this time. This time she imagined that there had been someone standing right in one of those windows, in the dark, watching her. This time it made her heart beat wildly with exhilaration. She stepped back a bit and felt the dresser behind her. She leaned on he just a bit as she continued to gaze out through the window and at a completely darkened apartment across from hers. Both of her hands were now on the dresser and she imagined someone, him or her, watching her while she had dropped the towel on the floor. They had seen her bare ass and back side. They had seen her touch her nipple. Although, she was certain that they could not tell that that is what she had done. Instinctively her right hand moved towards her stomach. Still staring straight ahead she couldn't control the thoughts running through her mind. "Did they like what they saw? Did they watch for long? Did it turn them on?" Her fingers pushed her yoga pants away from her stomach so that they could get in between. With her left arm still on the dresser, her right hand pushed its way down between her pants, then her thong, and then to her mound. She pushed on her clitoris with her index and middle finger and her eyes closed but for a second. The thoughts continued to run through her mind and her finger found their way to her pussy lips. Knowing, hoping that no would could see in her window now, her fingers spread her open now swollen lips enough to enter her. She was wet. Very wet. She was extremely excited by the thought that, perhaps he or she was now in their darkened apartment, doing something very similar as she at this very moment and thinking about what they had just seen. With her fingers still inside her, she pushed on her clit with the palm of her hand. Still staring straight ahead she felt the familiar signs of an impending orgasm, but this would be more. The dresser shook a bit as she felt her legs begin to start to go out from under her. She had to put more weight on the dresser and the items on to it clinked together. Not wanted to knock over anything on the dresser or perhaps the furniture itself, she regaining enough composure to control her legs, but she bent slightly at the waste and gasps as the explosion from inside her let loose. She was gone. Lost in the orgasm, but still transfixed on the darkened windows across the way. The orgasm lasted for almost half a minute and her body convulsed forward at the waste, yet she never changed her gaze. A few more seconds past and so did the convulsion of the orgasm. With her hand still down her pants and still bent at the waste, she made her way out of the bedroom and in to the bathroom. She placed her left hand on the counter and the sturdy support of it was comforting. She slowly pulled her right hand out of her thong and pants. She could feel that her fingers were very wet with her juices. In the dark, she looked straight at her reflection in the mirror and began to wonder what all of this meant. Julia, An Exploration Ch. 01 Pt. 02 Julia was lost in thought as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. She was finding it hard to believe that she had such a strong, yet hidden desire, perhaps a fetish even. She was, is, a conservative girl. A good girl. But not now. Now she was being a bad girl. She was losing control of her thoughts right now. It seemed as though her mind was rushing, yet empty at the same time. How could this be? But even as she thought this question to herself, she thought that perhaps she did know. That she had had these thoughts before, but just on a different level. Not such a hyper sexual manner. Titillating, but just on a minor way. And most likely, she had shut down the thought pattern as soon as it came up. That was then, this is now. Without realizing it, she found her body moving against the counter top in the bathroom. Still looking at herself in the mirror with her hands steadying her on the counter. She closed her eyes and an image appeared. This was not a conscious thought, this was coming from somewhere else. She saw in her minds eye, a man standing at his window and looking out towards her window. His face was not in view to her imagination, but she knew he was looking at her from before. From her exhibition. Then, she saw that his member was out. And it was hard. And that he was rubbing it. She leaned harder in to the counter to the thought. She pushed up on her toes so that her clit was grinding in to the counter top. Still with her eyes shut, she imagined the man watching her move about her bedroom, nude. She imagined that he was completely enthralled with her and that he couldn't help but to masturbate himself. She leaned harder in to the counter and moved up and down. She imagined that she was moving her pussy against the counter in the same pace that her voyeur was stroking his cock. She wanted to think that he wanted her badly. So much so that he had the strong desire to put his cock inside her. She was wanted and needed, sexually. The pace of her rubbing against the counter increased as she thought of the man speeding his stroking in anticipation of an orgasm. She felt a tingling in her toes as she thought about his cock head growing and turning purple as it started to spurt out cum. She moaned softly aloud as she thought about the cum running down over the man's cock stroking hand. Her legs quivered with her orgasm. It was a quick cum, she realized that. She realized that she had been so turned on by the event, that her sexual desire at this moment in time could only be satisfied by one thing, by rubbing herself. She couldn't recall the last time that she had had orgasms that close together before. All of this made her want to expose herself again. This troubled her. It scared her to think that she was considering doing that again. Such risky behavior. Such naughty behavior. Inviting others to look at her. If caught by the wrong person, she could even be labeled as a naughty girl in her own living community. How could this even be in her mind, her way of thinking? She backed away from the counter and tried, once again, to collect her thoughts in a normal, non-sexual manner. She still had things to get done this day. After all, she wanted to try to be as good as possible; normal. It was too late to make it to yoga class, so she decided to go to the gym in her building. She would workout and then still have time to study after. She put her show in the back of her mind and all but had let go of the idea that someone had actually seen her nude. Most likely not. It was just a fantasy. Now back to reality. She took the stairs to the gym and used her fob key to go in. There was no one inside when she went it. "That's good," she thought. She didn't like working out where others could see her, she felt it a little embarrassing, but she needed to get this done. The exterior walls of the gym were open windows and anyone could see in. There was a separate yoga room in the gym. The walls of this smaller room were glass, but it did give some restricted view from the outside of the gym, but anyone in the gym could see in clearly. She spread out a yoga mat and started to do as much as she could remember. Downward dog and what ever else. She couldn't remember the names, but she remembered the positions. She was getting close to the end of what she could remember and she crouched down to stretch out her back. She was on her knees and completely bent at the waste, head almost to the floor and reaching her arms over her head. In this position her ass was completely exposed to the space behind her. Even her crotch was exposed. Not fully, she still had her yoga pants on. She had seen it with other girls at the class. In this position the fabric of the yoga pants were stretched to their maximum and skin could usually be seen underneath. Most of the times if the girl was wearing a thong or panties, those could be seen through the stretched clothing. It was like being exposed without being exposed. Julia thought of this and wondered if any guys had seen her in this position and seen her quasi bare ass. She imagined then that there was someone behind her at that moment. A guy watching her crouch down and expose her ass and crotch. She thought of a man, perhaps her imagined man, staring straight at the tight fabric around her ass and clenching her thongs around her pussy, making her mound more prominent. She slowly raised herself up so that she was on her hands and knees. Still thinking of being watched, she arched her back and extended her head upward. She at least wanted to make it look as though she was still working out while she carried these naughty girl thoughts. She slowly got to her feet, feeling satisfied with her workout and her dirty thoughts. She rolled up the yoga mat, placing it back on the rack. She climbed on a stationary bike in the same room and started to peddle. Still thinking that on the bike that she was bent over slightly. In this position, as with the yoga position, perhaps her pants would still give a bit of the exposed skin look as before. She sat on the seat and tried to get into the rhythm of the Sia song playing through her headphones. "I'm aliiiiiive," this song always motivated her to push harder in the gym. Singing in her head to the song and pushing hard on the bike peddles, her hips were moving side to side of the bike seat. This motion caused her crotch to move back and forth across the seat. Not for the first time, she started to enjoy the rhythmic motion of her pussy on a bike seat as she rode. But for the first time, she had the thought of a man sitting behind her and watching her ass as she moved. She imagined him starring, fixated on her behind. Perhaps feeling a bit of a twitch in his crotch to this fortuitous sight. This was all beginning to be too much for her. She started pushing down harder on the peddles and moving her hips harder from side to side. She sat down a bit harder on the seat to increase the pressure on her pussy. She hoped that no one was watching, half wishing that they were. And, she thought, if they were watching, hopefully they couldn't tell that she was masturbating herself on a stationary bike in the gym. But she was. She felt her face go flush as she had a muted orgasm. Muted because she was focused on the workout, but also muted because she couldn't let herself release the total energy of moment. She was sure that if someone was watching and she let lose, "oh gosh," they would have known for sure. She couldn't allow that to happen. Too risky. She slowed the pace on the bike, almost to a stop. She sat up on the seat and moved slightly back and forth on the seat to allow for the one last feeling of the orgasm she had just experienced, in public. She climbed off the bike, grabbed a gym towel and dabbed the moisture from her head, face and neck. It was then that she noticed that there was a man in the gym. He was working out, but when she saw him, his was sitting on a chest machine facing away from her. She froze. "Oh oh oh, did he see her before?" she thought to herself. And now she was in a hurry to exit the gym. She walked back over the bike and grabbed her water bottle. She turned and made her way to the yoga room door and just as she was walking that way the man climbed off the machine and turned to lean on it, presumably to catch is breath. She didn't think she had seen him before. He was average in height, a bit stocky, and bald. He looked to be in his 40s. But, she thought, pretty cute for an older guy. She tried hard not to make eye contact with him as she opened the inner door and made her way to exit the gym. She kept her pace and just as she past where he was standing she thought she heard the guy say, "being naughty?" She didn't know what to think. She felt shocked, embarrassed and a bit put out all at the same time. What was it he was saying? She kept walking but turned and looked at him with an embarrassed grin said, "excuse me?" "Working it hard," he said. "Oh, yeah," she sheepishly replied and grinned at him. She must have heard him wrong. "God," she thought, "this thing is starting to affect what I hear now." She walked out the gym door with no further interaction with the man and quickly made her way back to her apartment. She took a left out the gym door instead of the a right, which would have been the most direct route to her place. No reason go give obvious clues to where her apartment might be to this guy. "I am so bad," she thought and almost broke in to a trot when she knew she was clear of his sight. When she reached her apartment she closed the door and leaned up against it. "Oh my God. What am I doing?" she said out loud. Julia, An Exploration Ch. 02 Pt. 01 It had been a few days since Julia had been so indiscriminate with her actions. She had thought about the interesting times that she had had, but when she thought of it now, she had deeply mixed feelings. On the one hand it had been tantalizing and energizing to play in with such naughtiness. On the other hand it was disturbing that she would allow herself to give in to the temptations and even worse, to possibly expose herself to someone. Even worse, to someone in her building, her community. She felt it to be risky and a bit dangerous to put herself out there like that, but at the same time it felt empowering and an extreme turn on. But she had put that thought process towards the back of her mind. She didn't want that thought process to invade her mind and possibly take over her life. Who knows where it would end up. So just best to put an end to it. This day started out like many of her normal days. She attended her 10 am legal research class with her research partner, Sarah. Legal research was not Julia's strong suit. She was okay with this portion of law work, but it was not a great joy to dig deep in the weeds on legal presidents. Julia was more of a big picture thinker and it helped to have a partner that was stronger suited in researching the fine details. While there were better researchers that Sarah, she couldn't think of one that she would want to work with on a consistent basis. While it started out to be a normal day, it wouldn't be in the long run. After class, Julia had a job interview at an American Apparel. She didn't really much care for the store and she really didn't want the job. Well, any job for that matter. But she had promised her father that if he covered her rent so she could live off campus, she would look for work. And she did. She just didn't put much effort in to the process, nor the interviews. She been offered jobs with a couple other clothing sales stores, she had turned them down with a vain excuse that she had already accepted an offer with a different firm. She assumed that with the interviewed she had had this day, she would be made another offer and then refuse it as well. She would tell her father that the managers were concerned that her school work would be a big distraction for her, or whatever it took to keep him off her back. The interview was also the reason that she was dressed less casually than usual. Most of the time she was in shorts, jeans or even sweats. But today she was wearing a denim skirt and a colorful plaid blouse. She felt that the outfit would work well for the interview. And, as usual, it drew a bit more attention for her out and about. After the interview Julia met back up with Sarah at a coffee bar not too far from her interview. They picked the meeting spot because it was closer to where Sarah lived and there was a parking garage right behind it which eased the strain of trying to park. And just like most coffee bars, it also had free wifi. The two picked a place to set on a bar height counter with cushion bar stools. They could sit side by side and compare notes. The hour went by relatively quickly as they sipped their lattes and reviewed each others work. Julia knew that Sarah had an afternoon class and would need to leave in a short while. She had not been paying too much attention to the other patrons in the store. She looked up at one point and noticed a nice looking older gentleman sitting nearly directly in front of her. He was sitting in a relaxed way in one of the leather chairs positioned throughout the bar. And since she was sitting on a stool, he gaze would be directly at her waist. That is if he were looking in her direction, which at this point did not seem to be the case. He appeared to be reading something on his tablet which was in his lap. She instinctively adjusted her hips so that her knees would be point a bit more away from the man's view site. Julia changed her gaze back to her computer on the counter top, but she could still see him in her peripheral view. She thought that he was nice looking for his age, which she put at somewhere in the early 50s. He had that cool gray hair that some older men get. Sort of like Sam Elliot. He was thin, but not too thin. And even though he was sitting, she could tell that he was tall. He had a tan complexion which she could not tell if it was his natural color or that he actually tans himself. Perhaps he just play a good deal of golf and that's where the tan comes from. She did her dead level best of keeping her eyes and mind on her work, but she was very curious about this handsome guy. She even wondered if he had noticed her. "Most likely not" she thought. "He probably wasn't even paying attention." But when she looked up, she caught a quick glimpse of the man as his eyes darted from his tablet to her legs and back again. "Oh he had noticed and was paying attention" she thought. This immediately gave her little twinge of excitement. She was getting a little aroused at the thought that he was getting aroused at her. She kept her face positioned to look at her laptop and pretended that she was actually concentrating. "Julia?" Sarah said. "Yeah, what?" she replied. "Did you find the precedence for the inclusion of easements on the commercial property?" Sarah asked as though she was a bit frustrated by having to ask Julia that same question twice. "Oh, uh..." she paused and looked at her notes. "Not yet." she responded. "Okay, well if you could spend some time on that I will concentrate on the infrastructure overuse issue. Is that okay?" Sarah asked with a bit more patients this time. "Of course" Julia responded. "Good good." Sarah said as she started to pack up her notebook and tablet. "Yeah, right. Look, I will get that portion done by the time we meet Thursday. Okay?" Julia tried to reassure Sarah. She didn't want word to get out that she wasn't putting in her share of the work load. Julia was a bit embarrassed that she had let herself get distracted and then she wondered if the gentleman had heard their conversation. Just at that moment, a thought popped in Julia's head. "Hey," she said to Sarah. "Can you watch my stuff before you leave? I need to use the restroom." "Sure" Sarah responded. "I have a couple minutes." Julia turned away from the gaze of the gentleman and walked to the restroom, which was off to the right of were he was sitting. She checked the door and found that it was unoccupied. She went in and locked the door. She looked in the mirror and whispered to herself "what are you about to do?" and then winked at herself. She reached down and pulled her skirt up so that she could reach her panties. She grabbed them by the waistband and pulled them down past her hips and lowered them by her thighs, knees and slipped them past her feet and off. She pushed the panties in her back pocket and looked at herself in the mirror again. This time she just shook her head a bit, but smiled at the same time. "Little devil," she thought. She opened the door and consciously diverted her gaze from the man, but noticed that he was still sitting in the same spot. She walked back to her seat and said to Sarah, "right, precedence, I'm on it." "Good" Sarah responded. "Toddles" and with that she turned and was out the door. Julia took her perch back up on the stool. Mindful to keep her knees together and pointed away from the gentleman. She went back to work at pretending that she was working. She could still see the man in the corner of her eye and noticed that he, once again, took a quick dart with his eyes to her legs. She could feel that he was hopeful and she wanted to give him what he was hoping for. As she continued to pretend to be concentrating on her computer, she started to swivel her hips from side to side. She kept her knees together for the moment, but each time she swiveled she pushed her legs more and more in the line of sight for the gentleman. Without looking over at him, she could tell that her movements were having their intended effect. She could feel his gaze move on her from time to time. She could also tell that he shifted his position, if only slightly. She was smiling inside, but not wanting to give any outward sign that this flirtation was on purpose. She could hardly contain her excitement and her heart was beating wildly. She found it difficult to stop herself from giggling. She also wanted badly to look over at the man, but she didn't. What she did do was to swing her hips completely in the direction of his gaze and slightly spread her legs apart. She actually heard the sound of the man shifting in his seat as she teased him with the small view. Julia thought that she had teased the man enough and started to put her things together to leave. She leaned over to pick up her computer bag and as she did she spread her legs further apart, with that the man would be able completely up to her vagina she thought. She pulled her legs back together and placed her computer in the bag. She then spread her legs completely apart as she turned in his direction and she dismounted the stool. Her face went completely flush as she started toward the door. She only looked back at the man as she approached the door to leave. That was the first time that the two made eye contact. His head was tilted slightly toward her and he had a devilish grin on his face. It was in that flash that she noticed how attractive his eyes were. Especially with that look of approval of her on his face. Julia had been so flustered to leave that she didn't pick up her notepad off the counter. What she also didn't notice was that as she had been moving back and forth to tease the man, the panties she had put in her back pocket had worked their way out of her pocket and had fallen to the ground behind her. She was several doors down from the coffee store when she heard someone say from behind her, "excuse me miss." She almost didn't turn around, but again the man called to her, "excuse me." She turned around and found the man that she had just flashed coming up behind her. She was mortified. "I believe you forgot something," he said and he held up her notebook. "You left this on the counter," he continued. "Oh gosh," Julia responded. "How silly of me. Thank you!" "I wouldn't want to see you miss your studies," he said. "Completely. I would have had to do a lot of work over again if I had lost that," she said. "Thank you again." He had been paying attention the entire time, she through. "You also dropped this," he said and opened his other hand to expose the panties. The red and black panties she had tucked in her back pocket. She instinctively reached around to her now empty back pocket. She was frozen and completely embarrassed. She couldn't think of what... "Oh, those aren't mine," she said with a shaky voice. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I believe they fell out of your pocket just now. When you put on that little show." She was in shock now. He was actually verbalizing what had just happened. "I, I, uh," she muttered. "I don't know what..." He stopped her mid sentence. "This is a dangerous game your playing. You know?" He asked. "What, what," she tried to talk. "Its just that if you played the game with the wrong person, it could get you in trouble," he said and a knowing grin came back across his face. "I am harmless, but that is risky," he continued. "Listen, my name is Raymond. Folks call me Ray. Do you want your panties back?" he asked and extended his hand toward her. The panties in the palm of his hand glared at her. She was still frozen, but managed to shake her head side to side slightly. "I can help you," he said. "If you want to continue having fun and be safe too. Like I said, I am completely harmless, but I would like to help you have fun, if you want." Julia was still unable to speak. There was so much running through her head. "What have I done?" she thought. She had gone from being turned on at teasing a man, this man, to complete embarrassment. "You don't have to be embarrassed," Ray said as if he was reading her mind. "I liked what you did. It was fun. If you want to do something like that again, I would like to be involved. That's all I am saying. Do you want to sit and talk about it?" he asked as he pointed to a bench sitting near by. "I don't know," she replied. "What do you want to talk about?" "Teasing. Showing things. Exhibitionism, that's the formal definition." he said as he put the panties in his pocket and took a step towards the bench. He motioned an invitation for her to join him. Julia figured that she was safe in the public area and was starting to feel curious about what he may have to say. She followed him to the bench and took a seat, but not too close to Ray. She instinctively held her computer bag in her arms in front of her, almost as a protective shield. "I've helped other women explore their inner desires. I am what you might call an intuitive person when it comes to sexuality." Ray explained. "I have never really set out to find women that enjoy teasing. It just seems to happen. Maybe its my aura." "I had no idea that I would be attracted to an older man. A much older man." she managed to say. "Much older," Ray laughed. "How old do you think I am?" "I really don't know. Maybe 45 or 50" she responded. "Huh," he said in wonder. "Your close, but I am actually a little older than that. Does age really matter to you?" "Well, I used to think it did. Until just now I guess" she said. "I believe that age shouldn't matter. Not when your attractive and connect with someone. Do you feel that we connected? Just then?" He asked. "I suppose," she said. "But your old enough to be my father and I am just not sure how I feel about that." "Well, I guess that is up to you to figure out. I am not saying that we will hook up. I just want to help you figure out what you want to do. And in a safe manner. Some guys would take advantage. I'm not like that." he explained. "Are you still turned on by what happened back there? Do you still have that tingly feeling?" he asked. Julia was looking at the ground now, but shook her head yes. "I suppose. A little. It's just that I had no idea that we would end up talking. I was just going to have a little fun and then never see you again." "I understand" Ray said. "But here we are." They sat in silence for several seconds. Ray wanted to give her a chance to think it through. "Okay. Well here is the offer. I am parked in the garage over there. Is your car near by?" He asked. "Yes. Its near" she responded. She didn't want to tell him that she was parked in the same garage he had indicated. "Why do you ask?" she said. "If you feel so inclined, you could continue to tease me. No touching or anything. Just you in your car and me in mine. You can drive away any time you want." he said with an assuring grin. "Or you could just walk away now and probably never see me again." Julia didn't move. She sat on the bench and rocked a little back and forth as she continued thinking. After a few more seconds Ray said "well, your still here." And neither moved from their seat. "I'll tell you what" he started. "I'm going to go to my car. Its a white four door Jeep Rubicon. My license plat says "RAY." I'll wait there for 10 minutes or so. If you I see you drive up near me, then good. I'll offer what to do next. If you don't show, then I will assume that you are not interested. Sound like a deal?" Again, Julia didn't move. "Okay," he said. "I don't know what kind of car you drive, so you'll need wave at me or something to let me know. I'm parked on the fourth level." "A white Mercedes," she said, almost under her breath. "Whats that?" he asked. "I have a white Mercedes," she said without looking up. "Okay" he said and smiled. "I'll be looking for you." And with that he stood and looked at her. "Well, I hope to see you" he said and started to walk toward the garage. It was only after he had taken about 5 or 6 steps that Julia was able to look over at him and watched him walk away. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. But she still didn't move. Ray made it to his Jeep in a few minutes. He turned on the engine and lowered the window on the drivers side. "She will show" he thought to himself.

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Chapter 14, Healing Hearts and New Directions After quickly loading Dirk’s belongings into Nick’s trunk, we rolled out through the gate. I was expecting (again) to never go back to the mental hospital. I’d certainly had my fill of that eerie place. Brent was up front with Nick, leaving the four of us packed together in the back seat. I was in the middle, Dirk on my left behind Nick, and Kim on my right. It probably didn’t seem as crowded to Kim as it did to me, but Dirk was a large man and Catherine was on his lap. “Oh, shit! My clothes,” I exclaimed. “They’re in the other car, the police car the rest of us came in.” Nick’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “Okay. I’ll turn around,” he said, the car slowing. “No. Just keep going,” I said, realizing that I wouldn’t get dressed if I could. I wanted to be with Catherine. Being naked felt as awkward as ever, but fortunately, there wasn’t anyone in the car that I hadn’t already been naked around. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t mind.” “My suitcase is at the cabin. Plenty of clothes. That’s where we’re going, right?” “Well, yeah…” Something about his tone made me uncertain. “What do you mean, ‘well, yeah’?” “Probably need to stop for gas.” I considered that, picturing the scene at a gas station. “Keep going,” I reiterated. I really didn’t want to go back through those gates, no matter how briefly. I looked over at Cathers. She looked joyfully content. It was truly heartwarming to see her so happy. She was seated sideways on Dirk’s lap, twisted such that her arms were draped around his neck. Our eyes met. “Thank you,” she mouthed. I smiled and nodded. “Anything for you, Ghost Girl,” I said softly, placing an arm across her knees. I again felt the tingle. I shifted, looking up at Dirk. It almost bothered me that he was so much older than she was – forty years older. Considering that, I realized they were actually the same age. That he’d aged and she hadn’t was really just an illusion. They were both sixty-five. Catherine had been around Dirk constantly over the course of the last forty years. She’d watched him age gradually. I expected that she noticed how much older he looked, but she didn’t seem to give it a second thought. I decided to do my best to ignore it. “Jessa, do you want to pump the gas?” Nick asked as we pulled into a well-lit station. “Three guesses,” I said in my most sarcastic voice. “No problem,” he said with a chuckle. As we parked at the pump, I lifted my heels up onto the seat, hugging my knees to my chest. Doing my best to disappear, I tucked my chin. If someone glanced in the windows, I wasn’t going to look up. Thinking about that, I decided that Dirk, Kim and I might look as if we’d been arrested. But, other than an elevated heart rate, nothing came of the stop and we were soon underway. I decided to make use of the opportunity to ask Dirk a few questions. “So, Dirk … can you feel Cathers? I mean, when you touch her, any sensation? Does it feel like you are touching skin?” He lifted his right hand, placing his fingers lightly on her cheek. As I watched, he ran his thumb back and forth across her lips lovingly. Catherine puckered up and gave it a kiss. “I can’t really describe it,” he said, “…but not like skin. There is something. A very special something. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.” “Have you always felt it? Has it changed?” “Always,” he replied. “Is it like a tingle? Because that’s what I feel. Not at first. At first there was nothing. But the last day or two, a tingle. Almost like how my fingers feel when they fall asleep. As they are waking up.” Dirk looked at me. “That isn’t how I would describe it, but I can see why you might. I’ve thought that my skin itself might not actually be feeling anything. That somehow my brain might be fabricating the sensations … filling in the gaps. Because I want so badly to feel the soft skin of the beautiful woman I love. To feel her warmth.” Considering that, I ran my fingers lightly along Catherine’s thigh. I couldn’t make myself believe that what I was sensing was simply a figment of my imagination. “I definitely feel her,” I said, deciding to reject his theory entirely. “Can you feel my hand?” I asked, my eyes meeting hers. She nodded. “I’m so glad,” I said. I wanted it to be real for her as well, as lifelike as possible. Dirk shifted his hand down. As I watched, he slid his hand lower, tracing the line of her sternum between her breasts with the backs of his fingernails. “She feels real. That’s enough for me,” he said, seemingly contradicting what he’d just said. Catherine grasped his hand in both of hers, pressing it to her chest. Her eyes were smiling – as bright as I’d ever seen them. “I’m so happy. My lover’s free!” she said softly, her words underscoring what her eyes were saying. My mind jumped far into the future – to that point in time when the two of them would be fully reunited in heaven. I hoped that it would be wonderful. I imagined that they’d be completely together – become one. Even if they were currently occupying different spheres, they seemed to be making the most of it. I turned and looked at Kim. She was quietly staring at the headrest straight in front of her. There wasn’t much in the way of light in the car, but her cheeks glistened – moisture from her eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked, taking her hand in mine. She nodded, emitting a barely audible snuffle. “It’s just never seemed so real. But with both of you talking to her. So sad … but also beautiful, in a way.” Catherine spoke. “Tell Kim I had a happy life. A wonderful childhood. A loving family. And, I met this man. We fell in love. Not a long life, but otherwise full. Almost perfect.” With tears in my eyes, I conveyed Catherine’s words to Kim. She nodded, but failed miserably when it came to her attempt at a smile. Cathers continued, “Tell her I respect what she’s doing. That I admire her. Her efforts on behalf of the orphan children.” I was too choked up to speak, so Dirk stepped in. “Kim,” he said. “Catherine is talking about orphans … says she respects what you do. Do you work at an orphanage?” Kim looked taken aback. I studied her expression as Cathers spoke to Dirk, correcting him. “Oh, pardon me,” he continued. “She says you work for a charity. One that raises college funds … for the children of fallen police officers.” “That’s right,” Kim replied in a weak voice, her eyebrows raised. “How long have you been doing that?” he asked. I kept quiet, allowing Kim to explain. A moment later I saw Catherine whispering in Dirk’s ear. “She tells me you took a pay cut to do it,” he said. “I did,” Kim admitted. The look on her face told it all. Nothing had driven home the point that there was a ghost in our midst like the present conversation. The change of subject was nice because it allowed me to slip away – to thoughts that were less depressing than Catherine’s early demise. I started trying to picture sleeping arrangements. I wasn’t sure what Nick would say, but I was planning on giving Catherine and Dirk the guestroom. That would probably mean that Nick and I would end up on the couch or possibly air mattresses. Our campfire that evening was quite a bit more entertaining than usual, and not because Kim and I attempted again to get Brent and Nick to service each other orally. We didn’t. The mood that evening was drastically different – very upbeat. It felt like a reunion of sorts – one between lovers. Even though Catherine and Dirk had spent a lot of time together through the years, it had always been in the context of Dirk’s confinement. On top of that, their situation had been stagnant. All that had changed. Dirk was free and the killer was behind bars. Optimism was in the air. Contributing to the fun was the fact that Catherine was no longer odd man out, and her happiness was contagious. I knew that I would again pay for what we had done, for my exposure, but I was doing a good job of ignoring that – for the moment at least. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I knew that there were images of me along with related headlines on news websites. They had to be there. But even so, I was drinking quite a bit less than usual. I didn’t need it. I was drunk on Catherine’s bliss. Thinking about her effervescent mood, I decided that two factors were in play. In the first place, Dirk was now free to pursue a normal life. I had a hard time imagining what that might look like, as he was a bit old for a career. And second, with two people present with whom she could talk, she was no longer a passive observer. She was the center of the conversation. I’d never seen her looking so ‘alive.’ It didn’t seem possible, but my love for her doubled that evening. When it came time to conclude sleeping arrangements, I suggested to Nick that we offer the queen-sized bed to Dirk and Catherine. I saw the disappointment in his eyes, but to his credit, he didn’t voice an objection. That came from both Dirk and Catherine. To my surprise, Nick insisted. Fortunately, Brent and Kim had a spare mattress. It was just a twin, but it was an actual mattress. We moved the coffee table and placed it in front of the couch. Nick and I were going to be able to sleep together – sort of. Nick, probably thinking that I’d sleep better, decided to take the couch. But, after brushing our teeth, we both ended up on the small mattress. It was delightfully cozy. At first, we spoke about the evening, about how Dirk was a much more interesting person than either of us might have imagined. He was exceedingly well read. But then, after a long gap in the conversation, Nick said, “Jessa, we need to talk. This is probably as good a time as any.” His tone was friendly, but serious. “What about?” I asked, even though I knew. “About us.” I reached into his underwear, taking a hold of his cock. Seconds later, I was down there kissing it. Nick grabbed my shoulders. Gently but firmly, he pulled me back up. We were again face to face. “Why don’t you want to talk about this?” he asked. Hoping to distract him, I continued fondling his manhood, rubbing my palm along his shaft, pressing it against his abdomen. He grasped my wrist, pulling my hand free. “I love the sex,” he said. “I do. But I also love you. I know I messed up … saying it when I did. I saw the surprise in your eyes. The shock. It looked like I’d hurt you … your feelings, I mean.” “Yes, that was weird.” “I tried to get up the guts to tell you the night before, but that didn’t seem to be the right moment either. You did have me in handcuffs. I didn’t want the first time to be under that set of circumstances.” I chuckled to myself. That was something I hadn’t considered. “So, I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m probably not your dream guy. I’m older. I’m a small-town cop.” “Oh, Nick,” I said, hugging him around the middle, my cheek pressed to this chest. We lay there for a minute or two, my heart pounding in my ears. I did like Nick. Maybe I loved him. More than anything, I didn’t want to mess this up. “It’s not that I don’t love you,” I said, running a finger down his arm. “I think I just need a little time.” Surely Nick would understand. The last few days had been crazy – such a wild ride and so much pressure – not to mention all the exposure. I thought he might say something. He didn’t. He was listening. “Getting Dirk out of that awful institution. I wish you could have seen the look in Catherine’s eyes. I can’t begin to tell you how much I love her, how much I care about her. And those are such happy feelings … my love for her. But it breaks my heart that she and Dirk can’t really be together. Not like you and I can. I so very much want them to have what we have.” “So do I,” Nick interjected. “But I also want for you and I to have what they have. That probably makes no sense, but their love is complete. I’ve never witnessed anything like it. The looks they give one another.” Nick held me. It felt so good to be in his arms. “Just once in my life I want to feel what that’s like. A love like theirs…” “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. I tried to figure out what he might be thinking, but then I continued, “So if that’s the measure of love. If that’s the standard. Then I’ve never been anywhere close.” “Just know that I love you,” he said. “I’d like a future with you. Right now, I can’t really picture what that might look like.” “We’ll figure it out. But I’ll tell you this. I’m open to falling in love. I truly am. If I get there, you’ll be the first to know. Okay?” I felt Nick nod. A moment later, we were kissing. The conversation hadn’t gone as I’d envisioned. I’d thought that I might tell him that I loved him – even if I wasn’t sure – just to relieve the tension. I’d been guilty of that in the past. I was glad that I hadn’t taken the easy route. Being honest with him felt more mature. I was proud of myself. I fell asleep feeling much better about us – because we had finally talked. Somewhere during the night, Nick shifted up onto the couch. I found myself missing his warmth, but I knew he’d sleep better up there. The mattress was so small for two. ~ ~ ~ When I awoke, Nick was gone. Naked under the covers, I pulled the blanket up under my chin – snuggling in to warm my cold shoulders. A second later, I sat up abruptly. Might Catherine be gone – gone for good? Maybe busting Dirk out, setting that right – might that have been the final condition – the thing that would release her – allow her to complete her journey to the afterlife? I hopped up, racing into the kitchen. Kim and Brent were there. I stared in disbelief at the three cups of coffee on the bar in front of them. Three cups of coffee, but just two people. “Where’s Cathers?” I asked, my voice surely betraying my concern. Sensing my distress, Kim pointed at an empty barstool – the one in front of the ‘extra’ cup of coffee. “She’s not here?” I shook my head as I sucked in a breath, my eyes darting around the room. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the dining room. My anxiety climbing, I retraced my steps back to the living room. Was she with Dirk? Still in the guest room? That seemed unlikely. She’d told me that she didn’t really sleep. She was always first up. Not wanting to disturb them if they were still in bed, I decided to check the deck first. It was a nice morning, but I was feeling too panicky to care. The evening before, I’d said ‘goodnight,’ not ‘goodbye.’ She wasn’t there. I made a beeline for the edge, the one that overlooked the stream and the fire circle. Catherine! She was there – wading. I let out a sigh of relief, allowing the tension in my body to begin to dissipate. I raced down the stairs, stepping quickly into the water next to her. Catherine! She was there! The tension that had been building left me with a heavy sigh. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked, concern in her eyes. “I’m so relieved,” I said, reaching for her. “I woke up thinking you’d be gone.” “Still here!” she said, holding her arms out wide and tilting her head back gleefully. She started spinning. It looked as if she was enjoying life, loving the feel of the sun on her face and the cool water we were standing in. “Thank God,” I said, stepping in and hugging her. I felt my breasts tingle as they came into contact with hers. It took a minute for my heart rate to settle, but once it had, I needed coffee. “I’ll get you a towel,” Kim offered as we walked into the kitchen. Looking down, I saw that the water was running down my legs. I was leaving footprints. I took a seat in front of the full cup, the extra cup. “She was outside,” I remarked, looking at Brent. “Wading.” “We guessed as much,” he replied as Kim came back in with a towel, handing it to me. “Sorry about the footprints,” I said, looking at the floor as I dried my legs. When I was done, I tossed the towel to Cathers. She held out her hands, but it passed right through, landing on the floor behind her. “So where’s Dirk?” Kim asked as she replaced my cup with a steaming hot one. “He’s a sleepyhead,” Catherine replied, a broad grin on her face. “He’s a sleepyhead, quote, unquote,” I said, attempting to preserve the playful tone of her words. A bit later, Dirk wandered into the room. He was wearing a blanket pulled tightly around his body. “Oh, let me help you find something to wear,” Brent said, leading the way out onto their front porch. That was where he and Nick had piled Dirk’s boxes before Nick had departed for work earlier that morning. A bit later, Brent had images up on his computer screen – of the Certificates of Authenticity that he would be printing on behalf of Heroes Everlasting. There were three variations: the basic version that someone received with a single candy necklace for making a $15 donation, the deluxe one for a donation at the $75 level, and at the top, the special edition that was numbered and hand-signed signed. That final one included, inside a frame, a special-edition candy necklace. Brent was interested in my input, but Kim and Cathers were there as well, participating fully in the discussion. First, we had to agree on a primary image. Brent had several photos at his disposal. They were all taken just after I had come out of the house – a short time after the killer had been taken into custody. I was wearing Nick’s blue uniform shirt, his belt cinching it around my waist such that it looked like a sexy little mini dress. We selected the one that showed the candy necklace to its best advantage. That done, we had to finalize just how it would be cropped. I was torn. I liked the idea of zooming in tight so that very little of my body showed, but doing that put my cleavage on display – front and center. There was obviously no way to showcase the necklace and trim the photo so that my chest didn’t show. Kim liked that direction because it showcased the candy necklace. In the end, I selected the full-body option. I knew it was the sexy choice because given the length of Nick’s shirt my bare legs looked impossibly long – so long, in fact, that it was surprising that no girl parts were visible at the hemline. The sexiness of the end result, that wasn’t at all why I chose the full-body cropping. I preferred it because it made my face small. I didn’t think that it preserved my anonymity, but of what we had to work with, it came the closest to doing so. Once we’d concluded that, I signed a piece of cardstock. Brent would print my signature on all but the special-edition version. After he had departed, Kim showed me some preliminary figures. Heroes Everlasting site visits were up over fifty-fold in one day – and climbing. In Kim’s opinion, the visit to the mental hospital had given the program a huge boost. I was again the lead story on all the news sites, and this time around they mentioned the connection with the charity, even giving out the URL. The websites seemed to all have links – to Heroes Everlasting as well to the Winters Candy Company site. I was glad. It seemed as if Kim’s vision might end up paying off. Donations were starting to trickle in. The numbers were low, but she didn’t act at all concerned. In her opinion, it was much too early to gauge how successful the program might ultimately end up being. A bit later, I was out on the deck, reclining in the sunshine. Cathers and Dirk were knee-deep in the stream, acting all lovey-dovey. I was getting a kick out of their behavior, while at the same time trying to give them their space. I couldn’t make out any words, but their giggling and occasional splashing said it all. I was starting to feel like a third wheel. I’d gotten so used to Catherine being right at my side anytime I’d been naked, that it felt odd to be observing her from a distance, someone else the center of her attention. I suppressed my feelings of jealousy. There was no reason to permit such emotions. Her happiness was what mattered, and that was on full display. Everything seemed to be working out marvelously. I strolled inside to see what Kim was up to. She was in her office, tapping away on her keyboard. She looked up and smiled. Deciding that I didn’t need to interrupt her, I returned to the deck. After turning one of the recliners, I sat down and leaned back. The warmth of the sun’s summer rays felt wonderful on my bare chest and legs. I eased my knees out, baring my inner thighs to the heavens. Prior to that summer, I had spent very little time nude sunbathing. I felt so wanton doing it, especially with my legs apart, but there was something quite pleasurable about feeling the breeze and the UV radiation on my nipples as well as the juncture of my thighs. Being nude as much as I was, I’d had no choice but to keep on top of the shaving, allowing for the completely unimpeded touch of the sun’s rays between my legs. UV radiation on my nipples and I was glad I had kept up my personal care, allowing for the sun’s uninterrupted touch down there as well. Even with all the time I’d spent naked, my heart rate still responded to how daring it felt. Maybe even more than usual, because I could hear Dirk’s low, masculine voice in the background. It seemed as if at any moment he might climb the stairs and catch me there, stretched out in all my glory. Quite a bit later, I rolled over, again lying with my legs angled toward the sun and slightly more than a negligible distance apart. That afternoon, Kim cornered me to talk. “The Executive Director of Heroes Everlasting, Brenda Sowers, is flying in. She wants to meet you.” “Wants to meet me?” I asked in surprise. “I hear she’s very nice.” “You haven’t met her?” “I haven’t, but I just started, remember?” I nodded. “So, why does she want to meet me?” “I don’t exactly know. But I can guess.” “What if I don’t want to meet her?” “Don’t be silly. We’re all on the same team. Putting kids through college … that’s the mission.” That evening, Nick was unable to make it out to spend the night. Something about covering for someone on the night shift. Before going to bed, I made a point of telling Catherine how much I loved her. I also told her ‘goodbye,’ just in case, and that I’d miss her if she had to go, but that I’d be fine. I’d never really been a believer in heaven, but now it seemed like a sure thing – that Cathers and I would probably spend decades apart, but that ultimately, we’d be back together, presumably for the rest of all eternity. ~ ~ ~ The next day, Kim and I drove into town. For the occasion, I’d put on a pair of ordinary denim shorts, but I’d dressed them up with a classy white on white eyelet-embroidered, button-front blouse. It was one of my favorite tops, but I hadn’t had the opportunity to wear it yet that summer. Getting dressed had felt slightly strange as it had again been a number of days since I’d last had anything on. We left Dirk alone at the cabin, but likely Catherine was with him. I hadn’t brought the subject up and by the time I’d gotten dressed, it was too late. As Kim had arranged, we met Brenda Sowers at a restaurant for lunch. It was a quaint place, an older home in a nice part of town that had been converted such that there were a number of small dining rooms. As we were there well before the lunch rush, there was no one in the entryway. Kim seemed to know right where to go, so I followed her back into the seemingly empty establishment. In a back room, we found Mrs. Sowers seated in a corner booth. Mrs. Sowers, or Brenda as she insisted I call her, ended up being a rather laid-back, friendly woman, especially for someone in such a high position. I’d been assuming that, like Kim, her background had to be in law enforcement, but that wasn’t the case. She had an advanced degree in Nonprofit Management and had worked for a number of NGOs prior to being recruited by a headhunter for the Executive Director position at Heroes Everlasting. She had grown up in New Orleans and had the accent to prove it. A short time later, a waitress stopped by with menus. She recognized me instantly. She didn’t bring up nudity, but I could tell from how she was looking at me that she wanted to. However, what she did say surprised me. “Why aren’t you wearing a candy necklace? The two times … that was all you were wearing.” “Umm…” I said, my hand jumping to my neck. I had thought of putting a new one on that morning, only I was running out. To my surprise, Brenda opened her purse and pulled one out, handing it to me. As I unwrapped it and went about putting it on, the waitress again started talking. “My girls have been begging me for candy necklaces … and I’ve been trying to find some. Just no one seems to have them?” “I’ve got more,” Brenda said, drawing her purse up onto her lap and opening it. “Two girls?” “Yes, two. Maggie and Avery. They’re nine and six.” “Here’s three,” said Brenda. “One for each of you. Is that enough?” There was joy on the waitress’s face. Considering that, I felt mine growing warm. It was clearly my fault that these two young girls wanted candy necklaces – which meant that they’d seen images – probably nude images. That was unsettling. The waitress left, but returned a short time later to see if we were ready to order. After getting everything noted on her pad, she had a request that surprised me. “Jessa, would it be alright to take a selfie with you? For Maggie and Avery. So I can show them that I really met you … served you lunch today?” I nodded. I’d never had a stranger ask to take a selfie with me. With Kim directing, I stood up as she reached for the woman’s phone. I felt the woman’s hand on the small of my back, so I extended an arm behind her as well. Glancing down, I saw that she was clutching the candy necklaces in her other hand, holding them up just enough – so that they’d show in the photo. It was quick and relatively painless, but it had me wondering if I’d be in a lot of selfies going forward. Might it be something that I was destined to grow tired of? “You handled that very graciously,” Kim said after I was again in my seat. I shrugged, turning my head to look out the window. From there, we talked about everything and nothing. The direction of the conversation left me confused, but even so, it was very pleasant. The three of us got along fabulously. A great number of Brenda’s questions were directed at Kim as well, such that I was able to add to what I knew about her background. At one point, Brenda figured out that I hadn’t yet seen any of the photos or articles that had resulted from my naked excursion into the mental hospital with the governor. “I guess it’s bad enough knowing that they are out there,” I explained. Kim brought one up on her phone. “You don’t want to see?” she asked. “I guess I’m curious,” I admitted, accepting the phone from her. “The Naked Crusader Strikes Again!” the headline read. And there I was in all my glory, standing on the top step of the institution stairway, facing back towards the cement building. It was a defiant pose, essentially a butt shot, even though there was a good helping of side-boob on display as well. It was actually a good picture, nicely lit by the warmth of the sunset taking place behind me. What stood out, almost rivaling my nudity, was that I had both arms overhead, my two middle fingers extending up into the evening sky. Cathers had been right next to me, also aggressively flipping off the building and all that it stood for. Of course, I was the only one who appeared in the shot. There wasn’t even a shadow hinting at her presence. “What was going through your mind at that moment?” Brenda asked. I shrugged. “One finger for Dirk and one finger for me,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t ask me to explain. Fortunately, she didn’t. Instead, she inquired about the candy necklace and all the history there. It seemed as if she already knew much of the story. As I imagined it, she just wanted to hear it all directly from me. I was more than happy to oblige, starting with how ‘Officer Nick Harris’ had seen mention of it in the forty-year-old case files and how I’d started wearing them as a show of support for my grandmother’s sister, Catherine Marshall, who had been murdered in 1985. At one point, I got up to use the restroom. I considered locking the door to see if Catherine had indeed come to the restaurant with us. I didn’t end up doing that, deciding that if she had, we would have more than enough time to compare notes that evening. When I got back to the table, Kim was alone. She pointed out the window. Brenda was outside, talking on her phone. After a two-hour lunch, the three of us took a path that led to a neighborhood park. We wandered a bit, but ended up on a bench a short distance from a playground. There were a number of children of various ages, swinging and enjoying a colorful climber, a couple of mothers and one father overseeing their fun. I sensed that it wasn’t a coincidence that we were there – watching children. “Hey, Kim, maybe we should be going,” I said, deciding to force the issue. Brenda smiled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take your whole day, but there is something that I’d like to discuss with you, Jessa. I just felt the need to get to know you a bit first.” I nodded, turning my head to look at the children. One young boy had fallen off the bottom of the slide and was crying. “Kim and I have already discussed this,” she continued. I smiled. I’d expected as much. “I’m prepared to offer you a position with Heroes Everlasting.” I looked at Kim, trying to imagine what they might have in mind. Working for a charity was a career direction that I’d never considered. “I need to finish my degree before I do anything,” I said. “Maybe you could complete your degree after starting your new position. It might take a bit longer, but possibly your studies and this new position would be compatible.” “So, the candy necklace thing … I’m already bringing in donations. I get that. And, I’m more than happy to do it. Putting kids through college. I’m certainly on board, but going forward, what might I have to offer? My days as the Naked Crusader have surely come to an end.” A thoughtful look appeared on Brenda’s face. “Heroes Everlasting is sorely in need of a Celebrity Spokesperson … also known as a Goodwill Ambassador. We’ve been searching for the right person ever since I took the reins just over a year ago. We need someone to be the face of the organization. It’s a tough position to fill because it needs to be a person who has the respect of the law enforcement community, but also…” “Hold up. Just a second,” I said, interrupting her. “If this is a clothed position… But if you are expecting me to be naked, then there’s nothing to talk about.” “Absolutely a clothed position,” Brenda replied. “I wouldn’t be opposed to a little nudity now and then. How could I be? It seems to be your shtick. But it’s not necessary.” “Okay, but why me? A bit of notoriety maybe, but hardly a celebrity.” I looked from Kim to Brenda and back. They were both smiling. “I’m afraid you are,” said Kim. “You’re a fuckin’ rock star.” “But I don’t want to be,” I said, the words catching in my throat. “Jessa, we’ve had this discussion,” Kim said. “You’ve been handed an opportunity. Could there be any better way to put it to use?” “Look at those children,” Brenda said. “Shortly after finishing my degree, I was involved with the HeForShe movement … working with Emma Watson. She was great. Really enjoyed that, and I was 110% behind that effort, advancing gender equality around the globe. And yet, this is something that I am even more committed to … attempting to ensure that these children have the educational opportunities that they would have had … had they not lost a parent.” I was sure that the position she was talking about wasn’t for me, but I decided to do my best to sound open-minded. In my opinion, I owed Kim at least that much. “Okay, so describe this for me. This Celebrity Whatever … just what would I be doing?” “Largely, talking with people. Often one on one, but also making guest appearances. Bringing our message to the masses. Small and large in-person audiences, but also TV and radio shows … podcasts as well. You’d have a social media team. I’d like for Kim to be on it. She’s an idea person … and so full of energy and drive.” I was caught completely off guard. It was too much to wrap my head around. I was having a great amount of difficulty believing that I might be well-known enough to pull it off. And, of course, there was the issue of my speaking ability. Stage fright – that might be a problem. But no matter what I said, Kim and Brenda were certain that I could do it. They had a very hard time believing that stage fright might be an issue for me, pointing out that I had stood naked in front of TV cameras, flipping off a building. Moments later – still naked – I had led the Governor of Vermont toward the very same cameras. “Okay, so why me,” I asked again. “Before I interrupted you a moment ago, you mentioned one requirement, the respect of law enforcement. I’m not sure why you think I might have that.” “Well, allow me to start over,” said Brenda, “…the long answer. And I just finished pitching this to my board of directors … discussing all the ins and outs with them. They’re on board. In our opinion, the public views you as an independent thinker. Gen Z, through and through. You’re someone who is willing to go rogue when she feels passionate about something. Willing to work with authority figures, but also get in their face if that is what is going to carry the day. “Years ago, the police were widely respected, but not anymore. The ‘Defund the Police’ movement has come and gone. The police are now viewed somewhat pragmatically. Young people, your generation as well as Millennials, see them as more of a necessary evil. And then Jessa Wilson marches onto the scene. Are you following me?” “So far, so good, but you haven’t exactly said much.” “Fair enough,” said Brenda pausing. “Okay, Jessa Wilson. She’s big on law and order, but willing to buck the powers that be. She’ll do what it takes to accomplish her goals … whatever it takes! The bad guy needs to be captured. The innocent man needs to be set free. Oddly enough, those over-simplified goals align exactly with what the police force, as envisioned, is out to accomplish. So, there you have it. That’s why you have the respect of law enforcement. And here’s the kicker, you seem to be popularizing what they imagine they have been doing all along.” “Popularizing?” “Exactly. Maybe the masses haven’t realized it yet, but all the publicity you’ve received… Well, law and order is suddenly hip again. Sadly, the last decade or more, there hasn’t been the level of outrage there should have been when a cop was killed. That translated to a lower level of sympathy for their widows and orphans. You’re turning all that on its head. That’s why you’re the perfect fit for our organization. And what makes it even more wonderful, is that you are a member of the generation that has always been the most mistrustful of the police. And … you act like them and talk like them. It’s perfect.” “Like who? Like the police?” “No, I guess I misspoke. Like those of your generation, Gen Z. They identify with you. You’re one of them.” “So, flipping off the building? That was good?” “Flipping off what it represents … authority run amuck. Law enforcement needs what you bring to the table. Heroes Everlasting certainly does. Any of this making sense? I hope I’ve made my point.” She stopped talking, allowing me time to respond. “Still processing,” I said. Much of what I was struggling with was the notion that I was a celebrity. If that was at all true, then I imagined I was a one-hit wonder. The idea that people would want to meet a clothed version of the Naked Policewoman and hear – from me – about the mission of ‘our’ charity struck me as very unlikely. “But, I was naked. Why would an organization such as yours want to associate with that?” “I asked Kim why you were naked.” Looking over at Kim, I asked, “And what did she say?” “She said that she knew. That I could ask you, but that she didn’t think you’d tell me.” I nodded. “Kim’s right. It’s not something I’m going to talk about.” Brenda replied. “Like I was saying, that’s what Kim said. And do you know what I told her?” I waited for her to continue. “I told her that was perfect. That I hoped you would never answer the question.” “And why is that?” “Because it is the speculation that drives your popularity. If you were to come out and announce that you were a nudist or have a rare skin ailment that acts up when you wear clothing, whatever it is … well, the media would report that and you’d quickly be yesterday’s news. Keep everyone in the dark, and your popularity will continue.” I decided that I was going to have to think on that a bit, but she hadn’t answered my question. “That’s an interesting thought,” I told her, “…but back to my question. Why might an upstanding organization want to partner with the likes of me … a woman known for going butt-naked when no one in their right mind would do such a thing?” Brenda laughed. “You have certainly garnered your critics, but you’ve also been effective. You’ve accomplished what you set out to do – both times. Your generation has high expectations of their abilities. You are the embodiment of what they want to believe they themselves can do. To me, it’s a bit of a video game mentality. They’ve grown up watching the woman in the riveted steel bikini top run into danger wielding a sword or a machine gun. For many, you are that woman.” “Only no steel bra, no sword, no machine gun,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “Exactly! Just Bulletproof Breasts!” she proclaimed triumphantly. I still wasn’t sure that she’d answered my question, but I could tell that she was convinced that she had. I decided to leave it there. As it turned out, Brenda wasn’t willing to take ‘maybe’ for an answer. She said, “I’m just going to proceed as if we have an agreement. Initially, you are doing exactly what we need you to be doing … bringing in donations via the candy necklace connection that Kim has cobbled together.” Before we took our leave of Brenda, she promised to get me more information about Heroes Everlasting as well as a concrete offer the next day. She would send it to me via Kim’s email, but that all the terms were up for discussion and that I could take all the time I needed before signing – but that she hoped we could move forward quickly. Nick made it out to the cabin that evening. Having been lonely the night before, I was delighted to see him. Kim was encouraging me to discuss with him the position I was being offered. I told her that I would when I was ready. I liked Nick, but it was, after all, my decision. No one could make it for me. I’d always been proudly independent when it came to charting my own course. “You seem preoccupied,” Nick said once we were snuggling on the twin mattress on the floor in front of the couch. “And you don’t?” I asked, reaching into his underwear and wrapping my fingers around his boner. “Already as stiff as can be,” I added, squeezing and pulling. “Don’t give me a hard time about that. I’ve got the sexiest girlfriend on the planet and she never wears clothes.” “I actually got dressed today,” I said, trying to make it sound as if I was proud to have done so. I’d just decided to tell him about the offer I expected to receive in the morning. Nick listened intently. I appreciated that. I purposefully made it challenging for him to focus by keeping him on edge – the whole time – with a steady, but gentle stroking. “Where would you have to live?” I chuckled to myself. That was exactly what I expected him to ask. “She said I could live anywhere. Just that I’d want to be near a major airport as I’d be traveling to appearances all over the country. I could live in Scottsdale.” “Or Stonefield,” he interjected. “Quite a few airports around here, and there’s the Boston Logan airport. It’s huge and barely more than three hours away.” “And just an hour and a half to Albany International,” I said, wanting him to know that I’d done a little research on my own. We didn’t end up making love that evening. Poor Nick. He surely ended up with a case of blue balls. I was just a bit too distracted trying to imagine what life in the public eye might be like for me, the Naked Crusader, if I were to accept the position. Would a woman who had gained her fame without her clothes ever be respected with them on?

Jules By flight_o_fancy Jules 01 - Game On! An introduction - and the games begin! It's her smirk that first shakes me out of my daze. That confident, almost arrogant half-smile that lets me know she caught me looking. I hadn't been purposely staring. My thoughts of her aren't the type that should evoke the embarrassment that I feel. I'm a card-carrying heterosexual female, after all. But there is something about this woman that wouldn't let me look away. My gaze had settled on her unconsciously as I sat in my favorite sandwich shop, eating my lunch. I'd been trying to stop myself from slipping into the mire of self-pity that I've found myself in so often of late. I caught my boyfriend, Paul, cheating on me three weeks ago, leaving my self-esteem in tatters. We had been going through a rough patch, and Paul complained that I was not spontaneous enough... not adventurous enough... boring. Paul would like the woman in front of me. There's nothing boring about her. I can't help but compare myself to her. If you look at individual features, we're actually very similar: Same height - around 5' 4", same slim build with a few curves where it counts, same dark features and shoulder-length, wavy hair. Even our facial features aren't too dissimilar, once you really look. But taken as a whole, the effect is totally different. She's everything I'm not. And the things that I am, she turns up to eleven. Whereas I'm quiet and reserved, she practically shimmers. I keep myself in reasonable shape, but she's sleek and toned. I dress for comfort; she is stylish, even a bit edgy. I'm presentable, but she is captivating. I can pull off cute, but she is effortlessly sexy. Sexy as hell. She's the version of me I wish I saw in the mirror. I can feel the jealousy building. In the weeks leading up to the break up, I had sensed Paul pull away and grow distant. I tried to put more into our relationship: more attention, more space, more understanding, more sex. In the end, what I'd really sensed was Paul hooking up with the fresh-faced new admin at his work. I catch myself thinking that if I was more like the version of me smirking back from across the room, Paul wouldn't have wandered. God, I hate that smirk! That smirk dared me to break eye contact, which is exactly what I did. I blushed slightly and dropped my gaze... just for a moment. When I looked up, she was gone. "Pull yourself together, Jules!" I chastise myself. I consider the half-eaten sandwich in front of me and am just about to get up to leave. "Can I join you?" The voice is light and playful, with a hint of challenge. It has the same confidence as that damn smirk. I don't even have to look up to know it's her. She sits down across the table before I can answer. "Uh, s... sure" I stammer out, cringing at how meek I sound. "Thanks! You looked like you could use some company." The last thing I want is her company. I compose myself a little better, and steel my nerves to send her packing. Looking up to meet her gaze, I... fold. Had I misread her? Where I saw arrogance before, I see only concern and compassion. Her face has the warmth of an old friend. "Company would be nice." I hear my voice say. "My name's Jules, by the way." The smile returns as she extends her hand. "What a coincidence, my friends call me J." It turns out, J is exactly the company I need. I find myself opening up to her as a friend and confidant. I tell her about Paul, about his affair, and even about the comparisons I was making to her previously. We talk for 30 minutes or more, me laying myself bare and her offering comfort and encouragement. Finally, she looks me square in the eye and says "You need to stop selling yourself short. All those things you think you see in me are in you, too. You just need to break out of your cocoon and spread your wings, Little Butterfly. And I think I can help you." "How's that?" I'm skeptical, to say the least. "Let's play a little game. Close your eyes." She stands and walks behind me. I close my eyes as she begins to gently rub my shoulders, the public contact making me self-concious. "Just relax," she whispers in my ear. I feel the tension start to melt away as she continues to work on my knotted muscles. Her upbeat attitude is contagious and I find myself more at ease in her presence. "Put your hands on the table in front of you." As I do so, I feel her hands start to gently travel down my arms, her face next to mine. "Take some deep breaths, that's good," The softness of her touch... The warmth of her breath on my ear... It's intoxicating. I let out a small sigh that only she can hear. Somehow, I sense her smile at that. I slide even deeper under her spell. "Now, when I count to three, open your eyes. One..." Her hands have traveled all the way down my arms and are gently pressing mine to the table. I feel her cheek against my own as her perfume fills my nose. "Two..." I shiver slightly as I feel her lips lightly touch my ear. Somehow not knowing if the contact was intentional makes it even more exciting. "Three..." Reluctantly, my eyelids drift apart. I am wrapped in the warmth of her presence and I am acutely aware of her breath on my neck and her face next to mine. My vision slowly comes into focus and I see a fiftyish man at the next table watching me curiously. I start to tense up, but I feel J's hands still holding my own. She gives them a reassuring squeeze. "Here's the game" She breathes calmly in my ear. "I'm going to show you how sexy and badass you really are. Keep your hands where they are." I relax a bit, and feel her hands start to slowly travel back up my arms. The hairs on my forearm stand on end with her touch. "Look at that man at the next table. Hold his eyes with your own". Her hands are back at my shoulders. I lock eyes with the man at the next table as I feel a tug at the collar of my blouse. I look down to see that J is twisting the top button between her fingertips. This button is already undone, but somehow this still feels provocative. "Don't break eye contact." She whispers firmly as the pressure on the button continues. I raise my eyes back to the man, powerless to do otherwise. He's watching me intently now. J increases the pressure on the button as I wonder where this is going. With a quick tug, I feel the button give. J reaches past me and places it on my plate with a slight "plink". "Keep watching him, own his attention." The room fades away and all I see is the man staring back. His eyebrows raise as I feel a tug of movement on the next button. "Feel his desire," She starts to twist, and the man's face begins to flush. My breathing becomes heavier. I know I should put a stop to this, but my hands remain glued to the table in front of me. "What is he imagining right now?" J asks as she continues to work the button back and forth on its threads. "How far will he let this go?" I see a bead of sweat form on the man's forehead, but his attention is unwavering. The threads finally fail, and I feel my blouse gape a bit more. The button goes on the plate with the same plinking sound. "Uh uh, eyes on your biggest fan," J admonishes as I start to drop my gaze to my blouse. My head is in a fog and I can't do anything but obey. My current state is far from scandalous, but the air is charged with anticipation. Mine, the man's and J's. His mouth slacks open as his eyes dart back and forth between my eyes and my blouse. I let out a small gasp as I feel J's fingertips graze my breasts ever so lightly over my blouse. She circles one finger slowly around my nipple, bringing it to a sharp point. My mind is screaming at me to stop, but it's drowned out by the thrill of the moment. The man leans forward, subconsciously trying to bring himself closer to the scene unfolding before him. "Maybe one more...Mmmm...What do you think?" I feel J's lips brush my ear as she starts to twist the button. I don't answer. I CAN'T answer. "Promise me that you won't fix your blouse..." "I..." The pull on the button increases. The man's eyes are locked on my chest. The three of us are all that exist. "Promise me that you'll follow the instincts that are waking inside you..." J pulls and twists the button harder with one hand. With the other, she gently pinches my nipple through my blouse. The man looks like he's forgotten how to breathe. "I..." I feel J's tongue glide up the side of my neck. "Promise that you'll play the game..." The man fades from view as all of my senses turn inward. I'm not sure if my eyes are closed or open. My breath is ragged. I can smell my own arousal. I desire, more than anything, for J's touch to continue. To feel her mouth on mine. To feel her fingers on my body. Third button twists free from my blouse. My hands are shaking on the table. "I..." J's hand slides under the opening of my blouse. I feel her fingers slip under my bra. I arch my back, pushing out my breasts to meet them. My nipples are rock hard points under her fingertips. I barely hear the "plink" of the button on the plate through the rush of blood in my ears. J twists my nipple like the buttons before it. Time stretches out and slows to a crawl. The crescendo of sensations builds, blocking out any conscious thought. My entire being is a single, exposed nerve begging for her touch. "I... promise." Reality crashes back down around me. The din of the busy cafe swells up around me. With the spell broken, the man across from me drops his gaze in embarrassment and hurries away from his table. I look around and spot several other patrons staring at me in various shades of amusement, desire and disgust. J is nowhere to be found. I sit in shock for a moment before I notice one of the cafe employees walking towards me with an unapproving expression. I grab the three buttons from the plate in front of me and race for the door. I swear I hear J's voice in my mind... "Game On!" Jules 02 - Bar Games The journey continues, the stakes are raised. As I make my escape from the sandwich shop, I take stock of my appearance. I'm missing the top three buttons of my blouse. If I'm not careful, my bra will slip into view. Overall, the look is not really appropriate for the office and certainly out of character for me, but not likely to get me fired or show up in the tabloids. People wear worse in public all the time. People other than me, that is. I'm not a prude or anything. I just tend to dress more conservatively and not try to draw too much attention to myself. I work as a developer for a small software company that serves the financial services industry. It's certainly nothing glamorous, but it pays the bills. I work on a five person dev team that sits in a mostly forgotten corner of the building. Best of all, our manager works in another city, so we're mostly left to our own devices. Kim, the only other woman on the team, is the first to note my wardrobe distress. "Hey Jules, what happened to your shirt?" She asks a little too loudly for my comfort. "Oh, I caught it on something over lunch and pulled off a few buttons." It was the best I could come up with on the spot. "I figured Davis was in town and you're gunning for a promotion or something." She quipped, still loudly. "Nothing so tawdry." I roll my eyes. Several heads pop up from neighboring cubes to watch the commotion, which I suspect is Kim's goal. Despite being teammates for over a year, I haven't been able to get a good read on Kim. There seems to be some unspoken tension between us. I don't know if I did something to offend her, if she views me as competition as another woman, or if she just generally doesn't like me. But she is definitely not as friendly towards me as to the others on the team. "Do you want a safety pin or something?" asks Rick, the youngest member of our team. Rick is a genuinely nice guy and I took this as an honest attempt to help preserve my modesty. "I think she shouldn't need to hide from you guys. If you can't handle a bra strap, that's on you." Kim is addressing the guys, but looks directly at me as she says it. It feels like a challenge, but I'm still frazzled from my lunchtime encounter and can't be bothered to try to decipher her bullshit. "Don't sweat it," I reply. "I'm not worried about it if you're not." And truth be told, I'm not worried about it. The guys on the team are pretty harmless. Rick is the only one who isn't married and, like I said, he's a good guy. He's young and a bit socially awkward, fitting the computer geek stereotype a little too closely. I catch him stealing glances down my blouse a couple of times, but it's more endearing than creepy. I've never heard him mention a girlfriend, and suspect he is pretty inexperienced with women. The fact that he keeps trying to catch a peek, and then seems embarrassed by it, feels like a harmless little ego boost. Jacob and Dan, the remaining two team members, don't seem to care about my wardrobe issue. At one point I forget myself and bend forward in front of Dan, giving him an eyeful. But he looks away pretty quickly and doesn't say anything, so I don't mention it. There's more to it, though. The encounter with J over lunch has me pretty worked up. And by that, I mean horny. The little teases that I've given to Rick and Dan have stoked those fires a little more. But the office is not the right place for such thoughts. I'm not generally one for casual hook-ups so I vow to spend some quality time with myself when I get home. The rest of the day passes without issue. As I'm head down, finishing up my work for the day, Kim walks up behind me. "Hey Miss Wardrobe Malfunction, are you coming to Barry's with us?" The team has a Friday afternoon tradition. We push hard during the week so we can usually knock off a bit early on Friday afternoon. Those who can will head to the neighborhood pub, Barry's, for a happy hour. I haven't been in the last few weeks. After breaking up with Paul, I just haven't been feeling very social. Kim sees me grimace at her joke and softens. "Hey, sorry. I'm just yanking your chain. You should come out. First rounds on me." I'm not convinced of her intentions, but we've always managed to be civil in the past. And given this day, and the last few weeks, a few drinks and some camaraderie sound like just the ticket. "That actually sounds really good, but I've got a couple of things to finish up. You all go ahead and I'll meet you there." An hour later, I walk into Barry's and spot the rest of the team at our usual booth. It's rare that all five of us make it, so it's a bit of a squeeze at the table. Dan and Jacob, being the biggest of the team, are on one side. Rick and Kim are on the other. As I arrive, Kim heads to the bar reminding me that she owes me a drink. Everyone else is deep into their first round. I sit down next to Rick and join the conversation. Before long, Kim returns with a pair of beers and a pair of shots. I scoot closer to Rick to let her sit at the end of the booth. She puts one beer in front of herself and slides the rest in front of me. "You have some catching up to do." She offers. I look at her dubiously. "I know you've had a rough time lately, so consider them a peace offering. Anything to get you to relax." I still don't know what she's up to, but I feel the need to cut loose a bit. I down the first shot and chase it with a sip of beer. "Besides," she says as I grab the second shot, "Rick is hoping to get a few drinks in you and get you the rest of the way out of that shirt." Dan and Jacob snicker, but Rick looks like he's about to panic. "I didn't... I'm not..." he stammers. "It's okay Rick, it's just a bad joke" I say soothingly before turning to Kim. Kim tends to have a big mouth, and not much of a filter. We all usually just ignore her, but today I decide to fire back. "I don't know, Kim. You're the one who seems obsessed with my blouse. I think you're the one trying to check out the goods." Dan and Jacob laugh loudly, but Kim seems to darken at the slight. I don't know if she just doesn't like being the butt of the joke, or if I'm hitting a little close to home. Kim has never really talked about her dating life, but her aggressive personality and tomboyish style are enough to get her labeled as a lesbian in some crowds. I suspect she either is one, or is tired of being called one. Either way, it's none of my business. In an attempt to make peace, I hold up the second shot glass. "Here's to losing my shirt!" Dan and Jacob whoop enthusiastically. Rick laughs, but I catch a little redness in his cheeks. Even Kim seems pacified. Mission accomplished. We all talk, drink, laugh and carouse. I still catch Rick paying a little too much attention to my blouse. Kim still makes cracks at my expense, but it seems more good natured than before. I'm normally pretty reserved at these gatherings, choosing to keep things on a professional level. I also usually limit myself to a glass of wine, or two at most. I definitely feel like I'm stepping out of my comfort zone today. I don't know if it's the alcohol, the attention to my exposure, or the emotional hangover after my breakup with Paul. But I can feel the usual walls of propriety tumbling down and I make a conscious decision to relax and enjoy myself. Soon Dan and Jacob finish their drinks and leave to join their families, but the remaining three of us decide to have another round. Rick volunteers to switch to soda and act as their designated driver. He's been nursing a single beer all afternoon anyway. I head to the bar to get the drinks and that's when I see her. In the mirror behind the bar, J smiles back from behind me. I turn to face her, but she's not there. No one is. I scan the pub. It's still pretty early, probably 3 PM or so, and the place is almost empty. Aside from our table, there's only one group of four guys that I vaguely recognize as regulars. No J to be found, and not many places to hide. Weird. I grab the drinks and return to the table, wondering if I'd lost my mind or just had too much to drink. I had intended to sit in one of the seats that Dan and Jacob left open, but Kim stands up and motions for me to take my previous spot between her and Rick. "Did you guys see someone that looks like me, only... you know... hot?" Kim laughs, trying not to spit out her beer. "This is you fishing for a compliment, right? 'Oh no, you are the hot one'. I'm not falling for it." Rick seems to want to defend my honor or something, but holds his tongue. "No, nothing like that." I reply, still looking around. "At lunch today, I met this woman. She goes by 'J'..." "J?" asks Rick. "Yeah, J. She looks a lot like me, only like the version of me that I wish I was. Like if I imagined my best, most badass, beautiful self." As I say this out loud, I start to realize how crazy it sounds. "I thought I saw her in the mirror at the bar, but now I don't see her." "Let me get this straight. You met a woman, with the same initial as you, who is your perfect version of you, then you saw her in the mirror, but now you don't see her?" Kim was trying to stifle her laughter. "I know it sounds crazy..." "I think you lost your marbles when you lost your buttons!" Kim cackled. "Did I mention you need to relax?!?" My cheeks went warm thinking about how I lost those buttons. I am typically one to keep any hints of sexuality under wraps when in public. The display I made at J's hands over lunch and my subsequent exposure to my coworkers, mild as it may be, is new territory for me. Moreover, I feel the reawakening of my own desires. I had grown accustomed to the increased level of sexual activity with Paul in an attempt to save our relationship. When that relationship failed, my sexual outlet disappeared with it. I had buried my desires under layers of self-doubt, self-pity and generally self-destructive emotions. Now, I feel them start to push back up to the surface - in a big way. I shake my head to clear these thoughts. Perhaps I do need to find a new boyfriend to scratch that itch, but now I'm out with coworkers. Who knows, with our new found camaraderie, maybe I'll even call them friends. By this point, I'm riding a bit of an emotional high. Compared to the darkness of the past month, I'm in paradise. I'm also a bit tipsy. I reach out and take Rick and Kim's hands in my own. "Hey guys, at the risk of sounding too corny, I'm having a great time. Things have been a bit rough for me lately and this has been exactly what I need. Thanks." "Yeah," Kim says with a casual smile. "This is fun. We've certainly seen a side of you that we haven't seen before." "I think it's safe to say that Kim is trying to see a side of you she hasn't seen before." Rick adds. We're so surprised that Rick would make a joke like this that there are a couple of beats of silence. Then Kim and I both crack up. "Well played" she quips. "But it's purely for your benefit, I assure you." Rick looks embarrassed again at Kim's response, and all seems right with the world. "Speaking of which..." Kim says with a sly grin. I'm still holding hands with both of them,, enjoying our newfound kinship. Kim reaches across with her free hand and opens another button on my blouse. "KIM!" I shriek, and then catch myself. I don't want to call undo attention to my predicament. Kim is still holding my right hand tightly in hers and I'm too shocked to untangle my left hand from Rick. My blouse is now open almost to my navel. "Oh, relax. It's nothing we haven't been looking at all afternoon." She giggles. I manage to free my hands and clutch my blouse closed. She fixes me with a mischievous grin and says "I dare you to leave it like that." "What's gotten into you?" I try to glare at her, but through the alcohol fueled good vibes I find myself giggling instead. "Oh, what the hell. I suppose Rick deserves a little thrill for offering to DD." With that, I turn to face him and pull the lapels of my blouse wide. My chest isn't large, just a b cup, and my bra is more utilitarian than enticing. But my tummy is flat and Paul used to tell me my 'tits are nice and perky'. Regardless, Rick's eyes go wide and his cheeks flush deeply at my display. I allow myself a moment to bask in the attention and then pull the blouse closed. Holding my blouse closed with my hand, I turn to give a coy look to Kim. "But no show for you, young lady, until you learn to behave." Kim pouts sarcastically as I excuse myself to visit the ladies room. I drop my hands to my side and walk tipsily to the restroom. I don't even consider closing my blouse. I spend a few minutes in the bathroom stall reliving the last few moments and relieving my bladder. Once finished, I open the stall door and stop dead in my tracks. J is sitting casually on the bathroom counter, idly swinging one foot back and forth. She hops to her feet and begins to walk slowly towards me. Her eyes flick down to my open blouse and her wicked smirk returns. "Hello, my Little Butterfly," she purrs. "I see you have been busy spreading your wings." With that, she tugs the sides of my blouse wider and eyes my chest appraisingly. "J? What are you doing here?" My arms, which should be covering my chest,, hang limply by my side. "I was just in the neighborhood. Imagine my surprise to find you here... like this." I don't believe that for a moment and begin to sense danger. But I remain passive as she guides me to the mirror and stands behind me. "I think you're ready for the next round of the game. But you can't be a true butterfly looking like this." I raise my eyes to the mirror, and am surprised at just how disheveled I've become. Strands of hair have pulled loose from my ponytail and stick out in all directions. My sensible makeup is looking a bit road worn. Not to mention my blouse, which hangs open lewdly. "Let's get you fixed up." Seemingly from nowhere, she produces a makeup bag. I stand limply as she goes to work, occasionally cooing approvingly in my ear. Soon, my lips are a deep shade of red, my eyes lined and shadowed with a dusky tone. Mascara and blush are tastefully applied. The transformation is striking. I usually wear as little makeup as I can get away with. But the woman staring back in the mirror belongs on a runway. J drops the makeup bag into my purse and pulls out a hairbrush. She hands the brush to me and takes her place behind me. I hold the brush limply and she pulls the band off of my ponytail and runs her fingers through my hair. "Getting better..." she whispers as she guides my hand with the brush up to my head. I'm in a daze and I begin to pull the brush through my hair. My surroundings fade away and J is the only thing I'm aware of. A sense of longing swells inside me. I long for her approval... for her touch. "Beautiful." As I brush my hair dreamily, she slides her hand around to the remaining buttons on my blouse. Time slides forward as she nibbles on my now bare shoulder. My senses drift through a fog of alcohol, arousal and whatever sway she has over me. "Mmmmm..." she murmurs as my blouse and bra fall away completely. "Come with me" she pulls me towards the stall, brush still in my hand. She closes the toilet lid and sits me down on it. "First things first..." She pulls my phone from my purse and I'm barely aware of unlocking it for her. "Here's my number. Now, smile..." CLICK. I hear the shutter sound of my camera. She brings my empty hand to my bare breast and I start to grope and squeeze. "Yes..." I'm not sure if that is my voice or hers. I feel her tongue lightly play over my nipple, bringing it to a point. CLICK. "You want this..." My consciousness feels detached from my body, like I'm viewing the scene in third person. Through the fog, I see J's fingers at my waistband. She guides me to lift myself slightly and I feel my pants slide off of my hips. CLICK, "You need this..." My panties pool around my ankles as I feel J's breath on the inside of my thigh. "It's been so long for you..." I look at her dreamily, as she takes hold of my other hand - the one still holding the hairbrush. "Shhhhh... close your eyes" I have no choice but to obey. "Give yourself the release that you deserve." I feel something warm and hard at the opening of my sex. I realize she is guiding the handle of the brush, still in my hand, inside of me. "Just let yourself go..." I let out a small gasp as the handle pushes past the lips of my sex. I pause for a moment with the brush inside of me before I slowly start to move it back and forth. "That's it. Enjoy yourself. You've earned it." And with that, J fades from my senses. My eyes are still closed tightly. My whole body focuses on the brush sliding in and out of me. On my fingers pinching and pulling my nipples sharply. I feel my desire build within me. I've been pushing it down for so long, and all of the repressed urges overwhelm me. I feel my pulse quicken, my breath become ragged. I'm pistoning the brush at a steady pace as a squelching sound fills the room. I move my other hand from my breasts to my clit and start to rub it furiously. My long denied orgasm is building quickly, pushing past any defenses that remain. I rush headlong towards the relief that I need. All of the sadness, anger and frustration from the past weeks is focused to my core. I'm teetering on the edge, closer and closer to my release. Eyes still closed, I feel rather than see the clouds part, the sunshine on my face, the breeze against my skin. As my orgasm crashes over me, all of my senses fade to black. The last thing I hear as I slip from consciousness is the sound of Kim's voice. "Jesus, Jules, What the fuck!!?!" Jules 03 - The Aftermath What the hell was that? I awaken with a start and sit up in a sense of panic. I'm back at home, in my own bed, dressed in my normal sleep shirt and very confused. I look over to find Kim laying next to me, still fully dressed from the pub and looking at me with a mix of concern and amused relief. "Hey there, how are you feeling?" She asks. "Ugh!" It's all I can muster. My throat is like sandpaper and my head is pounding. A quick glance at the clock tells me it's a little after midnight. I drop my head into my hands in an attempt to silence the throbbing. I spend a moment taking stock of everything and memories of the previous day come crashing home. "Oh, god..." I force myself to look at Kim through my fingers. "So... uh... you gave us quite a scare earlier. Are you okay?" "I think so. I feel like I got hit by a truck." My head is slowly clearing. "Um... what happened?" I'm not sure I want to know the answer. "I found you in the ladies room... acting strangely." I blush deeply at the connotation. "Your clothes were scattered around the bathroom and you were... I think you... uh... came and then passed out." Uncharacteristically, Kim is having to search for her words. She seems conflicted between wanting to poke fun at me and wanting to wrap me protectively in her arms. "I helped you get dressed and then Rick drove us all back to your place. You were pretty out of it. We didn't want to leave you, so I helped you to bed. Rick is asleep out on your couch." I don't bother asking how I got undressed for bed. I figure by this point it doesn't really matter. "What did you tell Rick?" My humiliation is building. There's no way he would understand any of this. "I just told him you were sick. He was pretty freaked." "Was there anyone else in there?" "No, I don't think anyone else saw you. I'm pretty sure we were the only women in the place." That's reassuring, but not exactly what I asked. What had happened to J? How does she keep disappearing? Kim looks at me for a long moment, trying to avoid the elephant in the room. "So... why were you..." she leaves the question unfinished. "I..." What can I tell her? That my doppelganger snuck into the bathroom and seduced me? That she stripped me in a public restroom and had me masturbate with a hairbrush? That I came so hard I passed out? That I'm powerless in her presence? I feel my arousal flare up at that last thought. Am I really that weak? Or am I that depraved? "I don't know. It's like I couldn't help myself. I feel like I'm going crazy!" "Maybe someone slipped something in your drink?" she offers. "Maybe. That's as likely as anything." "Do you want to call the police? Or go to a hospital?" I pause to consider my options. I don't think I'm hurt. No physically, at least. I don't know what good a hospital would do. I don't think I could face the embarrassment of going to the police. What would I even tell them? "No, I think I just need to rest and put this whole thing behind me." We chat for a while longer as I try to convince her that I'm okay. Eventually we head out to the front room and wake up Rick. I apologize and thank them both profusely for taking care of me and then send them on their way. Moments later, I'm back in bed. My sleep is fitful, broken by fragments of visions. I can't tell dreams from reality or memory from fantasy. I see me pleasuring myself in the bathroom. I see myself walking between Kim and Rick from the pub with my arms around them for support. I hear them laughing and feel their groping hands play over my body. I hear myself moan as Kim holds me down on my bed with her tongue at my sex. I hear Rick grunt as his hard length slides into me. Consciousness returns slowly as the light of morning pours in my window. I lie in bed trying to make some kind of sense out of the last 24 hours. Failing to do so, I crawl out of bed for coffee and a shower. I spot my phone and purse on the kitchen counter where Kim had left it. The handle of the brush pokes out tauntingly, where it had been hastily shoved into the purse. Christ, was that really me yesterday? I decide I need some answers. I pick up the phone and text the number J had given me. "Can we meet?" The reply is immediate. "Good morning, Little Butterfly. I trust you got some rest." I'm really not in the mood for this. "I need to talk to you." "Sure thing, love. Just tell me where and when." I don't want her to know where I live, and I don't trust going back to the sandwich shop from yesterday. We settle on a coffee shop next to a nearby shopping mall. She's already waiting at a table when I arrive, so I get a cup of coffee and join her. The contrast in our appearances couldn't be more pronounced. She is dressed in a casually trendy skirt and top, hair and makeup understated but perfectly executed. I, on the other hand, am a mess. I'm wearing sweatpants and a formless t-shirt, no makeup and my hair looks like I just rolled out of bed. "Oh dear," she laughs as I take my seat. "Looks like someone had a rough night." She gives me a wink and a knowing grin. "Very funny. What the hell was that?" "What was what?" "Whatever you did to me yesterday." "As I recall, I didn't do anything to you except fix your makeup. Which, incidentally, you could use another hand with. " I look at her impatiently. "Everything else, you did to yourself. And you didn't do anything that you didn't desperately need. How long has it been since you left ol' what's-his-name?" "Paul, and that's none of your business. Look, I don't go around doing THAT in public restrooms. Or anywhere else..." "Well, maybe that's the problem." There's that damn smirk again. Then she straightens. "After everything you've been through, you deserve to let loose a little. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it." Memories come flooding back, and I flush with my arousal. "That's what I thought." She added, watching me squirm a little, before I'm able to compose myself. "Okay J, cut the crap. You waltz into my life yesterday and all of a sudden I'm parading around half naked and getting myself off in public restrooms." She gives a little grin as I catch the fact that I'm practically shouting this in public. I continue more softly "You're acting like nothing's out of the ordinary, but I need to know what's going on!" She looks me in the eye, appraising my resolve. A moment later, her face softens. The cheeky arrogance is replaced by compassion. "Okay look. You're wound up tighter than a piano wire. Between your moping around over this Paul character, your sexual frustration and your complete inability to relax, something had to give. I just gave you a little push. I'll admit, you took it a little farther than I thought you would. But you NEEDED that." I looked at her expectantly. There has to be more to it. "I can't tell you everything that's going on in that pretty little head of yours. Only you can. I can tell you that sitting in that restroom, you looked truly alive for the first time since I met you." I don't say anything as I consider what she's said. "What do you say we get out of here? You look like shit, to put it bluntly. If we're going to be friends, I can't have you cramping my style. Let's get you sorted out." She takes my hand and stands up. Against my better judgment, I let her lead me out into the street. "I promise you this, Little Butterfly. If you stick with me, all of your questions will be answered in time." Jules 04 - Mall Games Jules gets some retail therapy and the games continue. Against my better judgment, I find myself driving J to the nearby shopping mall. It turns out, what she meant by "sorting me out" includes a new wardrobe. My conservative work wear and weekend comfort clothes apparently don't pass muster. I'll admit, I haven't allowed myself any retail therapy in a long time. And did she say we are friends? I feel a little flutter in my stomach when I think of that. It's like I'm back at school and the coolest girl in class just said she likes me. Her charismatic charm and easy going personality push past any reluctance I have. Perhaps this will be just what the doctor ordered. The next few hours are a blur of shopping and laughing. J helps me pick out several sets of work clothes - fitted blouses - some slightly sheer, hip-hugging slacks that show off my backside, and even a couple of skirts. J's eye and sense of style are impeccable. Everything she picks is flattering, even sexy, while still being appropriate for the office. I can't wait to see the team's reaction on Monday. We also pick out a few new bras and panties. J chides me about the utilitarian underwear that she's seen on me. I'd love to say that she hasn't seen my best, but I'd be lying. J also selects one bright red thong, which she assures me is for special occasions. Next up are shoes. Two pairs of tasteful heels and a set of cute, strappy sandals. The sandals stay on my feet and my road worn sneakers go into the bag. Eventually we find ourselves in a trendy little boutique, looking at casual wear. I've always fallen back on baggy t-shirts and blue jeans, but a stern look from J lets me know that they are unacceptable. Soon, I'm in the fitting room changing into a little, yellow sundress. The dress fits snugly around my torso, fastened by a row of buttons up the entire front. From the hips, it flares out widely allowing the fabric to move freely around my legs. It hits just above the knee, and provides enticing flashes of thigh as it swishes around. Two spaghetti straps leave my arms and shoulders almost completely bare and the dress is cut low enough to reveal the initial swell of my modest cleavage. The bright floral pattern serves to catch the eye. I step out of the fitting room into a small alcove that is still largely hidden from prying eyes. J is leaning against the wall casually waiting, while a young clerk is busy gathering garments to fold or hang. J lets out an exasperated sigh at the way my unflattering bra spills out from under the dress. I appraise myself in the mirror and have to admit the dress is a stunner. But, the amount of bra that shows around the edges reinforces just how much skin it doesn't cover. J walks up behind me, standing between me and the sales clerk. She places her hands on my shoulders possessively. Suddenly, my mind leaps back to yesterday in the restroom, and the hairs on my neck stand on end. "Tsk...tsk..." she whispers playfully in my ear. "This will never do." Her hands drop down from my shoulders to where the top of my bra is jutting out from underneath the dress. She hooks her fingers loosely around the bra straps and slowly slides her hands upwards, grazing the skin above my breasts with the backs of her knuckles. The contact is ever so slight, but leaves a trail of goose bumps in its wake. When she reaches the tops of my shoulders, she begins to draw the straps down until they hang limply over my arms. "Won't do at all..." she breathes as she reaches in front of me to open the top button of the dress and then a second. I close my eyes and indulge in the feeling of J's breath on my neck and the closeness of her face to mine. Whenever I'm with her, I feel like a passenger. I'm just along for the ride that is my life, powerless to change course. Her hands draw slowly back over my shoulders as she begins to purr. My breath catches as her teeth close on my earlobe in a playful nip. "Ask her to help," she whispers in a conspiratorial tone and then backs away out of view. The sales clerk is young, probably fresh out of college, and very pretty. She has a bit of mischief to her smile, which only occasionally peaks out from beneath the layers of professionalism. She keeps herself busy with the discarded garments, but I notice her glancing my way more than once. She may just be doing her job, but her gaze seems to linger a touch longer than strictly necessary. "Um, could you give me a hand?" I try to make a show of struggling to reach the clasp of the bra under the dress. It's an act, of course. What woman reaches adulthood without the ability to remove her bra in all sorts of situations. I suspect the sales girl knows this, but decides to play along. "My pleasure," the young woman replies as she steps behind me. "Yeah, that bra definitely does NOT work with the dress," she chides. I'm still facing the mirror and watching her reflection. I notice her eyes catch on the two open buttons. It's not lost on me that she is standing exactly where J stood moments ago. "No? I was thinking I could start a trend." Was I flirting? I've always regarded myself as firmly in the heterosexual camp. I never even had the drunken displays of kissing other girls which seemed so popular when I was in college. But I've certainly had lots of sexual tension over the last two days with J, and even with Kim to a lesser extent. Maybe I'm just enjoying the attention, maybe J has me completely wound up, or just maybe that barrier is starting to crumble. Whatever the reason, I feel more than a little flutter in my stomach... among other places. I force myself not to gasp as I feel her fingers lightly touch my back. "If anyone could do it, I'm sure you could." She slowly pulls the back of the dress away from my body, probably further than is necessary to reach the clasp. The open buttons allow the front of the dress to spread teasingly from the pressure. "But I suspect I'll like the look better without it." That definitely sounded like flirting. The sales girl's movements were unhurried, almost languid. I feel like they, and she, have mesmerized me. She takes hold of the bra on either side of the clasp and eases it open, letting her knuckles graze across my back in the process. Still holding the garment, she waits wordlessly for my response. I'm too busy savoring the moment to move. I stand paralyzed, afraid that any movement will shatter the spell of the moment. She guides one arm, then the other, out of the dangling straps. At last, she reaches one hand around me to take hold of the bra and slowly starts to pull it up and out of the dress. My nipples go rock hard as the material scrapes across them. Finally free of the dress, the bra falls to our feet, discarded. We both take a long moment to stare at my reflection in the mirror. One strap dangles loosely over my shoulder, dislodged by the previous actions, and the half-open dress threatens to fall away from my right breast completely. A flush of arousal spreads from my face across my partially exposed chest. I breathe heavily, causing my chest to rise and fall enticingly. "Wow," The sales girl says, still waiting for me to break out of the spell. But I'm too far gone. "You look amazing in that dress." I smile at the compliment. She slowly runs her hand up and down my arms with surprising familiarity. Her touch is tantalizingly light. "If you'd like, I could show you some strapless bras to wear with it. Or..." she licks her lips provocatively. "... you could just go without." "Which do you like better?" I ask, perhaps a bit too excitedly. "Definitely without." She loops a finger though the fallen strap. For just a moment, she tugs downward on the strap, bringing my nipple into view. Then she draws the strap up my shoulder, covering me once again. The young clerk steps away from me, and I slowly return to reality. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asks invitingly. "God, yes!" I scream in my mind. Straight or not, I have never wanted anyone more. But I sense that this encounter is over. I turn to face her and say reluctantly "No, I think that will be all. Thank you for your help..." My eyes drop down to her name tag. I can't help but notice the hard points of her nipples poking salaciously through her shirt. It's my turn to let my gaze linger a little too long. "...Lisa". "You're very welcome. Find me when you're ready to check out." And with one more wicked smile, she turns and heads back into the rest of the store. I feel J's presence behind me. "Tell her you'll wear it out. And trash the bra." J walks past me, out of the store and into the mall. I take a moment to calm down, then pay for the dress. Once outside, J says we have one more thing to take care of. She takes my hand and leads me to the ladies room. I stop short of the door, remembering the events of the previous day. J rolls her eyes. "Come on, I won't bite... this time," and drags me in. J guides me to the mirror and produces the same makeup bag as before. And again, she skillfully applies the makeup. The effect this time it's more fun and flirty and less smoldering vixen. "Last but not least," she says. "You need to fix your hair." In her outstretched hand is my hairbrush, with its handle pointing accusingly at me. J gives me that same damn smirk as I reluctantly take hold of the brush. All of my nerves are standing on end as I can't help but replay, well... everything from the past day in my mind. But sometimes a brush is just a brush. J whistles approvingly as I study myself in the mirror. I'm unrecognizable from just a few hours ago. The dress is casually stylish and shows off my shape in an enticing way. The makeup compliments the look, and invites attention to my glossy lips. My hair flows silkily down to my shoulders. "One final touch," she says, as she runs her hands up my legs and under my dress. She slides my unflattering underwear down until they pool at my feet. I obediently step out of them, one foot at a time. She hands me the bright red thong and watches me put it on. Then she picks up my discarded panties and drops them in the trash with a scoff. Standing to my side, J turns my head towards her with her fingertip on my chin. She runs her finger tips down my cheek, then slowly down my neck. I am completely enthralled by her gaze as she hooks one finger under the strap of my dress and slowly draws me towards her. My eyes drift close and my mouth opens in anticipation of the kiss that is sure to follow. Instead, I once again feel her breath on my ear. "You look good enough to eat... Little Butterfly." And with that, she ushers me back out to the mall. I need a few minutes to put my mind back together, so we drop the bags in the car and head to the food court. J isn't hungry, so offers to find a table while I get my food. Out of all the time I've spent with her, I don't think I've ever seen her with as much as a glass of water. Does this woman ever eat? Maybe that's how she stays so toned. One uninspiring salad later, I have my arousal and my hunger in check. We chat lightly about the day's purchases and anticipate everyone's reactions. Finally, that damn smirk returns as she says "It's time for the next round of the game." "What?" I ask suspiciously. "What do you mean?" "Here's how it's going to play out. I printed out three pictures from your little adventure yesterday." I feel my pulse quicken and a sense of dread overtakes me. "I've given these pictures to three different people working in the mall." "Oh god..." I murmur under my breath. "Now I know you probably don't want the pictures floating around in just anyone's hands. So, you're going to get them back. I'll point you at each of the people with the pictures and you have to convince them to return them." I have very little doubt that the 'convincing' will be sexual in nature. I briefly consider just letting them keep the pictures. Plenty of women have nudes in the world and most likely nothing really bad would come of this. But I know, in the end I will play her game. Something about J compels me to do as she asks. Maybe she's right. Maybe deep down I do want this. But right now, I just feel resigned to my fate. "Okay," I say. "I'll do it." J's smile widens and I detect a hint of wickedness. "There are just two rules: First, you have to get one picture before I tell you who has the next one. That should keep you honest. If I don't think you're complying with the spirit of the game, you won't get the next picture." She has clearly thought this through. "And second, you can't offer money or things with physical value. You have to convince them to give you the pictures using just your wits and your... charms." And there it is. Her meaning is clear. "The pictures are increasingly explicit. The later pictures will undoubtedly command a higher price." J has a look of pure mischief about her. The cat who ate the canary. She stands and beckons me to follow. "Come along, Little Butterfly. Let's go play."

MEATHEAD'S JENNY --------------------------------------------- Meathead's Block by Meathead Jenny and The Mauser by Meathead Jenny and Ashley in Muy Gooey by Meathead Jenny and Ashley in Star Gazers by Meathead --------------------------------------------- Meathead's Block by Meathead They call me Meathead. Most folks think of me as being slow or dumb. I am not particularly handsome nor do I have the body of a Greek god. All of my life I have been ridiculed or teased about the way I talk and the things I do (and undo). Perhaps, it was the bottle of bleach I drank when I was a youth or maybe I just gave up trying to make it in today’s society. Whatever the case, I am capable of saying some really stupid things. And while my intentions are always honorable, my actions are often clumsy and ill timed. It is not surprising then most people consider me to be a misbegotten creature and wouldn’t dream of trading placing with me for all the gold in Fort Knox. And yet, another person might consider me the luckiest man in the world. That is, of course, because the beautiful, but luckless Jenny lives on my block. She and her friend, Ashley, rent the flat next to mine. Both of them have given me a reason, albeit different reasons, to live. As a matter of fact, both Jenny and Ashley are responsible for giving me my nickname, well sort of. It all took place at the annual neighborhood block party. Everyone on my block was there. Old Mr. Lawton was there with his wife. She was constantly tugging on his arm as he stared wantonly at all of the females at the party. First, there was Miss Kitty Bee. A rather large German gal, whose breasts were the size of lunch sacks. Standing over the cooler, she was wearing a loose fitting light brown smock. Her bag-like milkers pressed their rounded noses against the thin cotton material as she guzzled a cold can of beer. Near the barbecue was Paquita Culito. It was hard to tell which was hotter…. Ms Culito or the barbecue. She was a Latin number who loved to ‘accidentally’ expose herself. She was very proud of her body and wanted everyone to know it. She shamelessly wore tight revealing clothes. Today she was attired in a tight elastic red top. The elastic in the top squashed her boobs together causing them to spill over the top. Her large pronounced nipples strained against the fabric and were slightly visible. Her ultra-tight fitting pedal pusher pants detailed every contour of her butt. She abhorred wearing panties as they might conceal something. Next came the Volta sisters, Upa and Loa. Upa was the older sister and was a bit heftier than her sister. Her breasts were enormous but unlike Miss Kitty’s titties that hung straight down, Upa’s jugs were large and round and resembled soft black leather pillows. Her ‘pillows’ were contained in a tan colored halter-top. Her fun bags strained against the thin material as she leaned over to fish out a can of beer from the cooler. Blessed with a generous bosom, Loa’s most attractive asset was her backside. Tightly packed in blue jeans that were both frayed and cut off, more than half of her ass hung deliciously outside of her pant legs. The contrast between the pale blue fabric and her smooth black skin was something to behold. Her butt shook like Jell-O when she walked. With the exception of the crotchety Mr. Lawton, I was the only male in attendance at the block party. I was minding my own business when two gorgeous women, one blond and one brunette approached me. Both were sharply dressed. The shapely blond wore a powder blue sundress that fit her perfectly. The dress’s low cut front accented the blonde’s ample bosom and graceful neck. Her blond ponytail hung to one side and spilled gently across the top of her jugs. The dark-haired one wore a white tube top that displayed her richly tanned cleavage and form-fitting Lycra shorts that accentuated her lovely rear end. Both had bodies to die for, and yet, all the attention seemed focused on the comely blond. The blond extended her hand to me and with the most endearing smile I had ever seen said, “Hi, I’m Jenny. This is my best friend Ashley. We’re new to the block. We’ve come to the block party to meet new people and make new friends. What’s your name”? I wanted to say something clever or witty. I would have settled for something cordial. Instead, I said, “Me Ted”. Ashley laughed aloud, “Meathead, you most certainly look like a meathead”. I was so embarrassed at my own faux pas my face turned bright red. Ashley continued to laugh at my blunder, but Jenny leaned her head to one side (which caused the end of her ponytail to slip between her jugs) and said, “I think he’s cute”. Her tender smile and gentle blue eyes greatly eased my suffering and just like a thousand men before me; I fell instantly and hopelessly in love with this lovely blond girl. Jenny stepped forward and warmly embraced me with her sleeveless arms and then placed a kiss on my cheek. I felt her sweet breath on the side of my face and her breasts pressing against my chest. With mounting curiosity I peered over her becoming shoulder and took a look-see down her backside. The back of her summer dress was opened slightly. Open enough to provided me with a look at her back. She wore no bra and I could discern a pretty little pink ribbon atop her white thong underwear. I could have stayed in her arms forever. With genuine affection she said, “We are so happy to be your neighbor, Meathead. I hope we get to be good friends”. With that said, she neatly spun around causing the hem of dress to rise. My eyes traveled up her smooth thigh before the hem return to its former position. I stared intently as Jenny and Ashley walked away from me and towards Miss Kitty and the beer. The wiggle in their walk was captivating. I knew from that moment on my meager existence had changed for the better. I couldn’t wait until the next time we met. I did not have to wait long. The very next day, unbeknownst to me, Jenny had decided to go for an invigorating jog around the neighborhood. Her friend Ashley had pulled off an elaborate scheme to humiliate the lovely Jenny. It was a hot summer afternoon and I had left the house to retrieve the mail. As I started for the mailbox, I heard a tremendous commotion. When I looked down the block I could just barely make out a female jogger being chased by a pack of dogs. She was running directly towards me and running at what seemed to be a high rate of speed. The dogs were barking wildly as they nipped at her heels. Several of the dogs had an article of clothing in their mouths and were fighting over it. As she came closer, I became aware of the peculiar fact that this jogger wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, albeit her white running shoes and white ankle socks. Even with her blond hair in a jostled mess and her eyes wide with panic, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I first noticed her breasts bouncing madly about. Judging from the gyrations of her jugs, I estimated them to be sized at 38CC. Although they were definitely a matched pair, they did not move in unison. Instead, they seemed to operate independent of each other. What I mean to say is that when her left nipple was pointing straight down at the sidewalk her right one would be pointed directly at the sun. Then they would swap places. Also, her intense running would momentarily contort one breast into a conical shape ending with her eraser-like nipple being stretched to its maximum, while the other breast would take on a flattened shape. A fraction of a second later, both would assume completely different shapes. My attention to her magnificent milkers was broken when I spied her golden triangle. At first glance, my jaw unhinged and my tongue involuntarily forced it’s way out of my mouth, much the same way the barking dogs tongues hung out of their mouth. Her pubic mound possessed both a magnetic and a magical quality. I tried to lift my gaze up to her face but to no avail. It was as if her muff put out a tractor beam that grabbed me by the ears and slowly pulled my gaze towards her furry box. I was powerless to resist. I sensed her desperateness and embarrassment, yet I continued to gawk at all of her intimate body parts wiggling and jiggling in front of me. I wanted to somehow help this gorgeous woman but instead I only added to her embarrassment with my tongue-dangling gaze. It donned on me to simply turn my head away. But I did not, could not. Close up, I could see her face was red with exertion and embarrassment. Her eyes were filled with terror and tears. “Help me, Meathead” she said as she blew by me. But alas, I did not. I was frozen in my tracks. My eyes remained transfixed to her well-developed charms while my tongue flapped aimlessly in the wind. I found the sight of this naked lady running towards me to be very stimulating. I was in for a special treat when my eyes picked up her backside. Her tanned back tapered gently down to her little waist. The tan stopped just north of the crack of her butt and started again about three inches later. Michaelangelo must have sculpted her bottom for it was truly a piece of art. Her tan continued down her naked legs. On the left cheek of her flawless white ass was a small trail of blood left from the bite of the Great Dane who stole her jogging shorts. A small tuft of blond hair peeked out from the backside as her long athletic legs frantically carried her home. I felt both happiness and remorse knowing her ordeal was just about over. Ashley stood in the doorway of their flat with a small white towel in her hand. She was laughing hysterically at Jenny’s misadventure. It was she who was responsible for dosing Jenny’s jogging clothes with a roast beef au jus solution, which had caused the dogs’ feeding frenzy. How she loved to see Jenny humiliated and embarrass in public. She secretly despised Jenny. She was a beautiful woman in her own right but Ashley had the green eye of envy and wanted all that was Jenny’s. She decided to do whatever necessary to embarrass and humiliate the lovely Jenny. As Jenny hit the landing, Ashley flipped the white towel high in the air. For the first time since the ordeal began, Jenny came to an abrupt stop. She reached high with both hands to snatch the towel from the sky. For one sweet, brief moment, Jenny’s breast stopped their frolicking and came to rest with her crinkled nipples pointing slightly above the horizon. Her breasts resumed their rounded shape and her tummy went flat except for her slightly protruding blond muff. She rose up on her toes to extend her reach for the towel. The move pushed her bottom out accentuating the backs of her long muscular legs. Even the dogs stopped their barking and watched as her beautiful body hung momentarily in the air. I found myself secretly wishing the towel would never come down. But alas, all good things must come to an end and this tale is no exception. In the wink of an eye, Jenny caught the towel and duck inside. Still laughing loudly, Ashley spanked Jenny’s butt as she went by. A high pitched squeal was heard as Jenny’s comely bottom slipped out of sight. Then Ashley looked at me and stopped laughing. “Shows over, Meathead. Go home and play with yourself,” She said as she pull the front door shut. Feeling the anger rise in me, I start for my front door. Ashley made me so mad. First, she had disgraced the lovely Jenny and then she treated me like dirt. I marched back to my house and prayed for the day when the Biker would let me have my way with that dark-haired hussy. She would surely rue that day. But for now…. I would give her recommendation my full consideration. Hey, what can I say there is a reason why the nickname Meathead stuck. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jenny and The Mauser by Meathead Jenny stepped up onto the hearth. She reached up to retrieve the old Boer's Mauser that hung so proudly above the fireplace. Her well-endowed bosom rubbed against the mantle as she extended her arms upward to secure the rifle. I sat directly behind her on the low couch and watched the hem of her short blue dress travel north as she reached for the rifle. More and more of her athletic legs came into view. She stood on her tippy toes, and then, on one foot as she extended her body to its maximum length. She briefly struggled with the rifle, as I feasted my eyes on the backs of her alabaster thighs. As luck would have it, Ashley was there to help things along. Ashley took advantage of the situation by reaching over and lifting Jenny's dress until I could clearly see Jenny's dainty pale yellow underwear. Ashley tilted her head and took a long, slow look up the back of Jenny's naked legs. Then she turned her gaze to me on the couch. She gave me a look that immediately melted down my chubby. She then dropped the back of Jenny's dress and flashed an evil grin that sent a shiver down my spine. Jenny was too involved in retrieving the old Mauser to notice any of Ashley's shenanigans. With the rifle in hand, Jenny presented it to me. She bowed slightly at the waist and extended her arms forward, cradling the heirloom. Her posture offered me a tantalizing view of her dairy farm. "My great-great grandfather captured it from a Boer in the siege of Ladysmith in South Africa. It's been in our Family for several generations and now I am the curator", she said. I heard the words she was saying, but all that registered in my mind was how her breasts seemed to jiggle back and forth with every word she uttered. Mesmerized by the movement and proximity of her milkers, I completely missed her next statement. "What makes this gun so special is the secret compartment in the stock of the rifle. The stock of the gun was carved out and held important papers. It was here, my great-great grandfather found the map detailing the Boers' defenses. For this, he received a medal and was promoted to the rank of captain". She paused and held the rifle in front of me, giving me one last opportunity to drink in all of her beauty and charm. Her smile, bright eyes and fleshy bosom beckoned me to reach out and touch her. For a moment, I considered copping a feel. Then Ashley interrupted the moment with " Meathead has gone gaga over you, Jenny. " Her comment caused me a great deal of embarrassment. Jenny spun halfway around and stooped at the waist to lay the rifle down on the low coffee table beside the couch. I studied her backside as her dress began exposing more and more of her lovely legs. The sight of her short dress greatly eased my pain and helped me forget about my own embarrassment. The ever-opportunistic Ashley was there again to raise the dress of the unsuspecting Jenny. This time, Ashley pulled Jenny's dress as high as it would go. Jenny was less than two meters away from me. I saw how the delicate yellow fabric of her underwear had worked its way into her crevice leaving most of her derriere exposed to my view. I nearly gave up the "juice" when I spied her blond pubic hair peeping out of the backside of her panties. As Jenny laid the gun on the coffee table, she teetered slightly, causing the cheeks of her bottom to wobble. This wobble had a "Jupiter effect" on me. "Can I stick my finger in your butt", I blurted out. My face was beet red before the last word left my mouth. Ashley spewed a mouthful of beer across the room, as she dropped the hem of Jenny's dress, and sputtered, "Whatever for?" "Meathead is just like all of the other guys I show this rifle to… they all want to put their fingers in the secret compartment", Jenny said as she return the gun to me for inspection. "Sure you can! Just this once!" She laughed. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jenny and Ashley in Muy Gooey By Meathead The monthly block parties in Meathead’s neighborhood were widely attended. Tonight was the much ballyhooed talent competition. At stake for the winner of the contest was Meathead’s 10-year old high school football trophy. All the contestants took the competition seriously (some more than others did). Ashley felt confident she would win tonight. She had never entered into a competition where she did not walk away with the judge and first place. Jenny, on the other hand, felt a nervous ping in her stomach as she slipped on her dainty panties. The see-through lace on the front of her panties did little to conceal her blond bush while the thong in back slipped between the cheeks of her bottom and out of view. She stood half-naked and looked at herself in the mirror, “ I wonder what will happen tonight” she murmured out loud. She hesitated before picking up an old lumpy over-sized sweater that she had planned on wearing for her act in the competition tonight. Instead she grabbed the lightest, most revealing dress she own and held it against her semi-nude body. Again she looked into the mirror, “Yes, Oh Yes”, she said excitedly. “I will give it my all tonight and knocked ‘em all dead”, she said as she pulled the chiffon-like dress over her slender physique. At precisely 8pm, the talent competition began at Meathead’s pad. Mr. Lawton went first. He had decided to recite Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem “The Charge of the Light Brigade”. It started off all right, but it went to pot soon after. “Half a league, Half a league Half a league onward” he started. “Into the cleavage of death Rode the six hundred,” he continued. There were no literary giants in the room and his mistake went unnoticed. But if the crowd had missed his first blunder they would not miss the next. “Charge for her guns,” he said. His eyes gazing at the buxom Ms. Paquita Culito. Mr. Lawton stared longingly at Paquita’s brown-skinned bosom. She was wearing a short white cotton shirt that hung loosely off her shoulders. Her jet-black hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and spilled invitingly across the tops of her breasts. A strapless black shelf-bra made of fine lace did little to stop her jugs from jiggling whenever she moved about. Barely hidden by the bra, her dark brown areolas ached to be free. “Check out her hooters will ya”, Mr. Lawton continued. “Hey, that’s not Tennyson”, Interrupted Ashley. Indeed, it was not Tennyson. Bad form Mr. Lawton! “Sit Down,” shouted Mrs. Lawton, as she dragged her husband by the arm from the stage back to their chairs. Slobber fell from his mouth as returned to his seat, his gaze steadfastly transfixed on the comely Culito. Next was Miss Kitty Bee. For her talent, she had decided to sing “Edle Viss”. She was, you might say, a large woman. Shrouded in an oversized muumuu, the generously proportioned Miss Kitty was of German decent. Two buttons at the shoulders fastened her pink muumuu. The buttons were in the shape of butterflies and were brightly colored. She did not fancy wearing brassieres although her breast size warranted it. Years and years of not wearing her “boulder holder” had left her titties looking like a pair of lunch sacks. Before she sang a single note her act fell apart. As she made the introductory curtsy, she farted. She might have gotten away with it if it had been a dainty one. But no, she laid down a full-fledged flutter-blaster. The entire audience gasped. Miss Kitty’s face went crimson. She would not be able to continue. She took off on a dead run for the bathroom. Her bag-like milkers lagging behind her as she ran. After a brief intermission, the talent show continued. I started the overhead fan and an oscillating fan to freshen the air in the room. It had definitely taken on a sausage and beer seasoning. Juan Nought, better known to his friends as Onenut, was due up next. Now Onenut was as worthless as “tits on a boar”. There was absolutely nothing redeeming about him except for one thing. Hooked to his belt there was a small white rabbit’s foot. Now it is said that this rabbit’s foot helped bring about whatever Onenut wishfully thought of. I don’t really know if this power really emanated from the lucky token or not. All I know is funny things would occur whenever Onenut began rubbing the lucky charm. Anyway, for the talent show, Onenut had decided to perform the only trick he knew: how to make farting sounds by clapping air under one’s armpit. Maybe his act was positioned too close to Miss Kitty’s or maybe it just wasn’t funny. Only Onenut snorted with laughter after “ripping off a few”. The crowd looked horrified and then began chanting “Sit Down” immediately after his first demonstration. With a furrowed brow, Onenut took his seat. Next up was the comely Culito. She planned to dance for her talent in the show to Santana’s “Ella” off of his Supernatural album. The full title is “Ella baile la Portegasa” (She dances the Portuguese). Paquita wore a white cotton shirt, which hung, loosely around her shoulders and a bright red dress with dark nylon stockings. A red silk scarf was tied around her forehead and was partially covered by her jet-black hair. Paquita’s dark black eyes sparkled mysteriously at the audience as the music began. She pursed her ruby red lips together and threw a mock kiss at the crowd. Paquita began her dance slowly, moving around the room in an undulating fashion. Every once in a while she would shake her naked shoulders invitingly at the audience, causing her mountainous breasts to sway from side to side. As the tempo of the song picked up, so did the rhythm of her dance. Her dancing mesmerized the audience. She reached down with both hands and grabbed a handful of her bright red skirt. Slowly she lifted her skirt up until it past her nylon-encased knees. All the while, she continued to danced to the Latin rhythm and to shake her shoulders tauntingly at the crowd. Paquita’s blouse began to work its way off of her shoulders. This caused her to elevate her elbows higher. As she raised her elbows higher, to slow the descent of her blouse, the hem of her skirt rose higher and higher also. It went past the tops of her dark nylon stocking and then continued past her red garter belt and matching undies. She stopped lifting her hem when everything below her navel was clearly exposed to everyone in the room. I know this Latin beauty wanted to let go of the hem of her skirt and preserve her dignity but for some strange reason she could not. I glanced over in Onenut’s direction and saw him running his thumb over the rabbit’s foot as he intently watched Paquita’s jugs tap out a Latin beat. Her dark areolas were starting to come into view. Tired of holding them up, she let her elbows drop, just a bit, but this resulted in her blouse dropping below her shelf bra exposing the tops of her “guns”. Back up went her elbows and along with her elbows went the hem of her skirt. Back down went her elbows in a vain effort to cover her lower torso. Her blouse slipped down even further. Now her guns, inadequately covered by her lacy bra, were starting to spill out. Back up the elbows went and the crowd was treated to another view of her red lacy undies. Her panties were beginning to work their way into her crack. The coal black downy-like muff hairs were peeping over the top and out of the sides of her fiery red panties. All the while she continued dancing the ‘Portuguese’. Finally, exhausted, she dropped both elbows to her side. Down went her blouse. It ultimately settled around her midriff, handcuffing her forearms to her waist. For the first time since her performance began, Ms. Culito’s embarrassed chin dropped to her chest and she leaned slightly forward. It was then that both “guns”, as Mr. Lawton so delicately put it, popped out of their holsters. All she could do was look at the crowd in an embarrassing way. Her chocolate colored nipples were as long as her full name (which was Paquita Anna Maria Guadeloupe Culito). They were taut with excitement as they tipped southward. Her dark areolas were the size of dollar-sized pancakes. Unable to raise her arms to cover herself she trotted off the stage towards the front door. Bouncing up and down, her jugs with the incredibly long nipples pointed out her escape route. I had never seen anyone dance the “Portuguese” before Ms. Culito did. I cannot wait to see it danced again. Next up was the beautiful Ashley. She was an accomplished violinist and for her talent she would play Beethoven’s 9th. Elegantly attired in a long black silk dress with her hair in a bun, she looked absolutely radiant. Her strapless gown allowed everyone to view her naked shoulders and her delicate neck. She was a very beautiful woman and the lightweight silk dress complimented her womanly form. Ashley placed the violin under her chin and raised the bow to a starting position. What she did not noticed was a small black silk thread had become entangled with her bow. I looked at Onenut and saw him vigorously rubbing his rabbit foot again. As she started out, we watched the bow go back and forth across the violin, playing beautiful music while undoing the left seam of her silk dress. Ashley first noticed something was amiss when the oscillating fan blew the bottom half of her silk dress across both of her legs. She sat in a comfortable “V” position with her knees slightly spread apart. Her sitting posture allowed the audience to glimpse the brevity and sheerness of her panties. Being the consummate musician, she continued playing undeterred. Ashley felt the level of panic rise within her when the bodice of her silk dress began to unravel. The cool air from the fan ran across her navel and made it damn near impossible for her to concentrate on playing the violin. She began to play faster. Ashley raced for the finish, but the thread in the seam ran out first. With her elbows held high, she played on. The fan returned once more to blow the bodice of her silk dress away from her graceful body. There she sat clad only in her sheer panties and black high heels, playing defiantly. Her erect brown nipples staring back at the audience. They reminded me of little conductor’s batons as they tried desperately to keep up with her bow. Ashley kept her eyes half-closed and her chin elevated as she near the finish. When Ashley was finished playing, she stood up with her back straight and acted as if she was still elegantly attired. She slowly opened her eyes, splayed her arms wide, and then took a deep waist bow. The slow waist bow caused her breasts to adopt conical shapes as the showed their pale-white bellies to the lights. The full-length mirror directly behind her revealed her gorgeous lower torso. Her panties contained but did not conceal her beautiful backside and her long legs. My discerning eye located her pink pussy lips surrounded by a well-manicured muff. Ashley held her bow for a long moment and then returned to an upright position. She flashed an exasperated smile at the crowd. We were too busy studying her sheer panties to notice her smile. Ashley’s next-to-nothing panties confirmed what everyone thought was her shaving preference. (She sported a neatly trimmed bush). Without a trace of embarrassment, she turned and picked up what was left of her dress, treating the audience to a delicious view of her backside and exited stage left. Her defiant titties lead the way. Ashley’s performance had left the audience breathless. After a salubrious squirt in my trousers, I was ready for the next act. The Volta sisters, Upa and Loa, were a study of contrasts. Both were beautiful women with skin the color and texture of black velvet. Upa, the older sister, was a bit heftier than her younger sister and blessed with a huge rack. So massive were her mammary glands that she could not see her own feet when standing upright. Upa also had a bit of an attitude. Loa, on the other hand, had the most pleasant disposition and the sweetest smile. While her rack was not as impressive as ‘Big Sis’s’ was, still she sported some real “Jim Dandies”. From the backside, Loa had it all ‘goin on’. Her cute bottom cried out “SPANK ME”. And when she walked, it shook most invitingly. They were to perform the gospel tune “Amazing Grace”. Both were dressed in purple silk choir gowns with long braided rope belts tied around the middle. Neither wore anything underneath the gown except for white cotton underwear. The plan was for each of the sisters to alternate singing each of the different verses of the song, but after Upa finished the first verse she refused to yield the microphone to her younger sister. Perplexed by her sister’s actions, Loa, at first smiled weakly at the audience and then mischievously. Unaware of her sister's wicked plan, Upa continued singing the second verse of the song. Loa, on the other hand, surreptitiously lifted the end of her sister’s rope belt up high above her head where it caught hold of the blade to the overhead fan. Upa was in the middle of the third verse when the rope belt she was wearing went taut. The force of the fan began to swing Upa around the room faster and faster. The centrifugal force placed an unbearable strain on Upa’s outfit. Finally, it gave away. Upa was launched, free of her gown, towards the audience. Out of control, she whirled like a spinning top, her massive milkers a full count behind the rest of her. She landed on top of Juan, nearly knocking him unconscious and breaking his ‘death’ grip on the white rabbit’s foot. Now most people would have died from embarrassment but not Upa. Instead she picked herself up and then turned a most malevolent eye towards her younger sister. Loa gulped and then started to run for the front door, for she had seen and felt her sister’s wrath many times before. Upa caught her little sister by the cornrows and drug her to the middle of the room. Loa was kicking and screaming all the way. She pulled her little sister across her lap and lifted Loa’s gown, exposing her white cotton underwear and her gorgeous bottom. Loa pleaded with her sister to be let go, but Upa was in no mood for forgiveness. She began to rain down a series of spanks on her sister’s poor bottom. Loa kicked wildly and squirmed right out her gown but it was still not enough for Big Sis. Pulling her sister’s underwear down to her knees, Upa continued to spank her sister’s behind. Finally satisfied that her little sister’s humiliation was completed, Upa released her grip on Loa’s hair. Loa tumbled away from her sister and landed in the middle of the floor with her knees apart and her white cotton underpants tangled around her ankles. Elephant size tears fell from Loa’s face as she tried unsuccessfully to right herself. Her anger extinguished, Upa began feeling sorry for ‘lil sis’ and when to her sister’s side. Upa leaned over to help her sister get up, her massive milkers blotting out my view of Loa. With their dairy farms melded together, the Volta sisters rose to their feet. Upa kindly stooped over once more to return her sister’s underwear to their rightful place, but not before I had a chance to take a gander at Loa’s nappy muff. Most curious I thought to myself. The two sisters exited the stage arm in arm clad only in their matching cotton underpants, Upa’s gown still circling above. I spasmodically shuddered as I creamed my jeans again. Jenny was due up next. Earlier that same evening when Jenny had first arrived, I was there to greet her and take her wrap. She warmly greeted me and then turned around and began removing her wrap. I closed within inches of her and extended my hands around her shoulders to assist her with the removal of her shawl. Her perfume filled my nostrils as her ponytail touched my chest. God, she was beautiful! She was wearing a light blue summer dress with very thin spaghetti straps. Her dress was low-cut in the front and the back, allowing me to view her delicate neck and her ample bosom. She looked stunningly beautiful tonight! She turned to face me and with a demure smile said, “I have been waiting a long time for this evening, Meathead. It is so good to see you again”. I wanted to say something romantic as I looked deeply into her blue eyes. I wanted to let her know that I thought she was the most wonderful thing on this beleaguered planet. Instead, the words “Nice hangy downers, Jen”, awkwardly stumbled out of my mouth. My face began to turn red as I weakly pointed to one of the small hoop-earrings she was wearing. Jenny studied her own bust-line for a long moment and then slowly raised her eyes until she was looking directly into mine. Without acknowledging my blunder she replied, “They are very nice, aren’t they, Meathead”. “Would you like to touch one of them”? “Thar She blows,” I thought to myself as I blew my load into my BVDs. For her talent, Jenny chose to sing Patsy Cline’s “You belong to Me”. As she bowed before the crowd, she paused, just for a moment, giving the audience an opportunity to study her pale neck and bosom and also allowing the oscillating fan to lift the back of her chiffon dress. Groans in the crowd could be heard as Jenny’s nearly naked bottom came into view in the mirror directly behind her. She held her bow and then return to an upright position and began with: “See the Pyramids up along the Nile, Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle, Just remember, Darling, all the while, You belong to me”. The crowd began to grow restless. Hoots and hollers started coming from this biker-looking bloke in the back of the room. I also noticed a strange looking man standing next to a half-opened window. He had the rough look of an outlaw. Around his forehead he wore the distinctive Apache warrior’s headband. (The warriors were only allowed to wear such headbands when they were on the warpath). Jenny never seemed to notice as she continued on: “See the market place in Old Algiers, Send me photographs and then souvenirs, Just remember when a dream appears, You belong to me.” Ashley sensing a disaster began booing Jenny’s performance. A well-dressed gentleman, standing directly behind her kicked the back of her chair causing it to collapse to the floor. Ashley tumbled to the ground. “She has caused quite a ruckus. Does anyone cotton to this belle’s ways” drawled the southern gentleman. “Allow me to get back to my ogling”, demanded the gentleman as he slipped his jacket over Ashley’s head as she made an attempt to stand up. Jenny never seemed to notice as she headed for the last verse. “Fly the ocean in a silver plane, See My Jungle when it’s wet with rain, Just remember ‘til you’re home again, You belong to me. As Jenny finished her song, she took one final bow. Again she allowed everyone to gaze at her delicate shoulders and beckoning cleavage. And again, the fan returned to raise her dress exposing her long legs and the pink ribbon atop her panties in the mirror behind her. The half-dozen men in the room were clapping enthusiastically and yelling hooray. Each of them was sporting a wet spot on the front of their trousers. It wasn’t hard to tell who they thought had won this talent show. That’s when I pulled the boner of trying to award the first-prize trophy. Acting impulsively, I made my way to the stage area and handed Jenny the trophy. Holding it high above her head, I started to say, “We all think you are the greatest”. But it was drowned out by Miss Kitty’s remark, “Das es verboten! Das es verboten! And then all hell broke loose. Everyone in the room seemed to rush the stage at the same moment. Poor Jenny did not have time to return her arms to her side before Miss Kitty tore the front of her lovely chiffon dress. This caused Jenny’s creamy white milkers to bob about. Miss Kitty proceeded to put Jenny in a headlock and parade her around the room. It was none other than Ashley who tore off the remaining part of Jenny’s dress and started spanking Jenny’s exposed rump. In a vain effort to save Jenny, I tore off Miss Kitty’s muumuu. I fell to the floor with the muumuu in hand as pandemonium broke out. That’s when the Indian-looking outlaw-fellow doused the lights. What happened next, I really can’t say. Except that a pile of bodies began accumulating in the center of the room with me at the very bottom. What I can do is describe some the sounds and noises I heard as I lay at the bottom of the dog pile. There was the sound of clothes being rented as the girls did combat with one another. There was a loud clapping noise as Upa spanked Jenny’s bottom and the accompanying wailing as Jenny received her strokes. There were the hearty laughs of the males as they joined in the frolic and the surprised gasps by the females as they found out the males had joined in the frolic. I could hear the biker-looking dude making ‘motorboat motor’ sounds with his mouth and the Volta Sisters’ body parts. One could also hear Mr. Lawton humming the William Tell Overture as he pulled on Ms. Culito’s guns. It stayed that way until the police arrived. “Stop in the name of the law,” shouted Officer O’Malley as he switched the lights back on. The Indian-looking fellow had long slipped out of the window he had slipped through earlier and into the night. Everybody else came to a sudden stop. I was on the bottom of this enormous pile of bodies. Laying flat on my back, my right hand was encumbered in Miss Kitty’s midriff folds, while my left hand had become hopelessly ensnared in Ashley’s underwear. I could not move a muscle (well maybe I could move the little finger on my left hand around a little bit). Situated directly above my face was Jenny’s golden muff. The light filtered through her legs and blond pubic hairs and on to my face below. Somehow in the ruckus Onenut had become detached from his lucky charm. It had resurfaced and had somehow become wrapped around my right ear. It was the biker-looking dude’s big toe that came into fleshly contact with the rabbit’s foot and ignited its charm. I felt a small bolt of lightning travel from one ear to another. And then I noticed that Jenny was starting to get a ‘wide on’ with a small droplet of her nectar forming on the ‘little man in the boat’s forehead. Again the biker’s big toe struck the lucky charm and once again I felt the lightening in my brain. Jenny’s nectar began to accumulate until gravity would no longer hold it to her body. The droplet started its downward journey. I sprayed my shorts for the last time that evening as the droplet melted into my moustache. The next thing I saw was Officer O’Malley face as he looked down between Jenny’s legs. “Is that you, Meathead”, he asked. I could only grunt my affirmation. It took an exceptionally long time to disentangle all of the bodies in the dog pile. Mr. Lawton did not want to let go of Ms. Culito. The biker dude had become inexplicably wedged between the Volta Sisters and the southern gentleman had Ashley’s head buried in his trousers. How it all came about I haven’t the foggiest clue. The biker dude did most of the explaining to the police. After a stern warning, they let us go. The last one to leave that night was Juan Nought. As he walked out the door he remarked, “I think it’s been a muy gooey affair, Senior”. I could only nod my head(s) in agreement and look forward to the Fourth of July block party next month. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jenny and Ashley in Star Gazers By Meathead “Help me set up the telescope, Meathead” Jenny said as she opened the sliding door to the deck, “I want to show you something very unusual”. Now I don’t fancy astronomy too much but I do like this girl Jen. Tonight she was wearing the lightest of summer dresses. The light blue sundress was open in the back and tied around her slender neck. The front of the dress sloped into a vee while the front panels formed neatly around Jenny’s well-endowed bosom. Her bosom was so bountiful that most of her breasts lay outside the confines of the dress’s panels. So light and wispy the dress’s material that a gust of wind, let in by the door, lifted the hem and gave me a fleeting opportunity to gander at her lovely legs. The wind also pressed the fabric against her skin so I could see the outline of her curvaceous body. The light fabric was smooth against her taut stomach and I watched intently as her nipples hardened under it. She was easily the prettiest girl I had ever seen. “Be a dear and help me with the legs of the stand” She asked with a smile so pleasant I was powerless to resist. I was ‘spreading the legs’ of the telescope stand as Jenny simultaneously tried to attach the telescope to the stand. “Hold it still, Meathead” she said as struggled with her precision instrument. She stood very close to me as I worked on my knees to assemble the stand. As I looked in her direction a gust of wind lifted the front of her light blue dress and neatly deposited it over my head. I couldn’t believe my luck! Here before my very eyes were the most transparent pair of panties I had laid eyes upon. Although the sun had set and the light was quickly fading, I could still clearly make out her blond pubic hair softly matted down by the lacy fabric. Mesmerized by her muff, I tilted my head under her skirt to gain a better ‘look’. “Ahem! I don’t think we’re gonna find any stars under there, Meathead!” she said still struggling with the telescope. My face was beet red as I withdrew my head from under her skirt and looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry Jenny…I didn’t mean to…. I mean, it wasn’t my fault” I offered in a fumbling way. “Forget about it!” she replied, “Just get on with it. This telescope is heavy!” It wasn’t easy for my brain to leave the heavenly sight I had just witnessed under her dress and return to the task at hand but somehow I prevailed. Finally we assembled the telescope and then we waited for the darkness. “Why don’t you go and get Ashley while I locate the five-planet alignment? “ Jenny said to me with a smile. I immediately set upon the task of finding Ashley. She had recently stepped from the tub and was still attired in a white terry cloth robe. I stood in the doorway and watched as she applied cream to her just-shaven legs. Her robe was open above and below the belt line and its color was in sharp contrast to her richly tanned body. I couldn’t help but notice her dark areolas as they bobbed about under the soft white fabric. She had to stoop over to rub her ankles with the moisturizing cream. This posture allowed me to peek down and see her breasts dangling about as she vigorously applied the cream. Her long, dark legs glistened in the bathroom light. As she completed the process of rubbing down her legs, she stood erect. The white robe vee-ed upward and showcased much of her legs, including the southern tip of her dark and mysterious muff. “Can I help you with something, you pervert?” she snarled as my woody ‘winked out’. “Jenny wants to show you something out on the deck” I stammered. With a look of exasperation on her face, Ashley accompanied me to the observation deck. Her robe trailed far behind her lovely legs as she stepped out into the night. It was a magnificently clear night. Even without the aid of the telescope, one could see a million stars. Each competed for attention as they twinkled and danced in the night sky. Jenny stood at one end of the raised wooden deck, hunkered over the viewfinder of the telescope. Her large white milkers hung like heavy dewdrops and strained against the light blue fabric. She was intensely focused on locating the five-planet alignment. She knew this particular alignment of planets wouldn’t occur again for another seventy years. Slowly, meticulously, she scanned the heavens. Ashley became somewhat bored and stood behind Jenny and her blue dress. As Jenny leaned over the viewfinder of the telescope and fiddled with the lens adjustments, the back of her dress rose well past her knees. My eyes were trained on her alabaster thighs as Ashley reached down and grabbed the hem of Jenny’s skirt. Slowly she lifted Jenny’s dress until I could plainly see the pink ribbon that sat atop of her thong underwear. With her other hand, Ashley feigned a yawn and then used her free hand to stifle a giggle. She watched me twist and squirm in my seat, as my eyes remained affixed to Jenny’s beautiful backside. Jenny spread her stance and continued to look through the telescope. “Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn are four of the five planets visible to the naked eye. Can either of you two tell me the name of the fifth planet? Ashley bit her lip as she attempted to compose herself and then said “Hey Meathead, do you have an observation to make? Her words found my ears but my eyes and mind were still affixed to Jenny’s pale taint. Below her taint, contained in fine lace pouch, hung her blond sex. As my eyes became accustomed to the light, the outline of her labia became more pronounced. The small string that disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom captivated me. I was totally caught off guard when she decided to widen her stance. Her pert bottom parted as she shook her hips all around and then settled into a comfortable stance. It was in that instant…. I saw it! Like an excited miner who has just discovered the mother lode and shouts Eureka…I, too, couldn’t wait to announce…. “I think I’ve just seen your anus, Jen!” Ashley lost control and broke out in a fit of laughter. She dropped the hem of Jenny’s dress as she arched her back and let loose a peal of laughter that could be heard through out the night. Her white terry cloth robe fell wide open as her raccoon-masked milkers popped their ‘eyes’ out to have a look at the commotion. I also got a good look at her dark, well-manicured muff. “Nice try Meathead but I am afraid you are wrong. Uranus, Neptune and Pluto are not visible to the naked eye and you need a pretty powerful telescope to see them” Jenny said with a giggle and without ever taking her eye off the viewfinder of the telescope. “Mercury is the correct answer.”

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 11, Bulletproof Breasts Because my thoughts had been elsewhere, I hadn’t given much consideration to comfort when deciding about getting into Nick’s trunk. The pillow and blankets were better than nothing, but just barely. The spare tire, even though it was smooth, was rubbing into my ribs. That was difficult to ignore, especially given all the bumps and turns. The minutes passed slowly. It was next to impossible to not think about Catherine riding in that rapist’s, that killer’s trunk on that fateful night in 1985. I attempted to redirect my brain to other things, but I couldn’t help but worry about all the emotions she had to be experiencing. At certain points, I even started questioning my own sanity. This Nick guy – just how well did I know him? There were a lot of things a gal should never do – never, ever do – getting into a guy’s trunk was one of them. Other insidious thoughts crept into my brain. One of them – I started thinking about how Nick had abandoned me at the junkyard. Why, oh why, did I do that to myself? Being in his trunk was bad enough without questioning what Nick had in mind. But where was he taking me – actually taking me? The next thing I knew, I was thinking about trying to undress. It would be difficult to accomplish inside the trunk, but then I’d be able to talk to Cathers. Surely she’d reassure me that everything would be fine. But then I imagined Nick opening the trunk. What if he wasn’t alone? The ride went on and on. He’d said ten minutes. Surely it had been longer than that. Fortunately, my parents had watched me get into Nick’s trunk. Even though I was telling myself that Nick was worthy of my trust, I was glad there had been witnesses. Eventually, the car came to a stop and Nick switched off the engine. Had we parked? I thought about pulling the lever, but decided to wait. A moment later, I was glad I hadn’t opened the trunk lid – there were voices, male voices, but I couldn’t make out any words. I lay there, my heartrate accelerating. Was something wrong? I tried to think about other things, but that was again impossible. It was pitch black inside the trunk. I would have been freaking out were it not for Catherine’s hand. “I love you, Cathers,” I whispered. “Whatever happens … you and me. We’re in this together.” There was a click and light flooded into the trunk. I blinked. It was bright, but not as bright as I’d been expecting. “Where are we?” I asked, giving Catherine’s hand what to me seemed like a squeeze before letting go to lift myself up. “The Stonefield Inn,” Nick said, extending a hand. “I booked a suite.” Getting my feet under me, I glanced around. We were in a parking area below a building. It was open to the outside in several places. Carrying my suitcase, Nick led the way to an elevator. There was a man next to it. “Jessa, this is Sergeant Truman. He’s already taken care of getting us checked in. He’ll be on duty all night, watching the perimeter.” “You don’t look like a police officer,” I said, shaking his hand. He smiled, a mirthful sparkle in his eye. “Like Harris here, I normally wear a uniform. Not tonight. Low profile.” “Nice to meet you, and thank you,” I said, smiling but then looking away, my cheeks growing warm. This guy too had surely seen the images. Or had he been in Hammonton that morning? I didn’t ask. Stepping into the elevator, Nick pushed the button for three, the top floor. Moments later, we were walking down a carpeted hallway. Our room was the last door on the right. “A corner room,” Nick said, tapping a card to the latch. I stepped in. There were windows – lots of them. Finally some light! I immediately went to a set of French doors, opening them wide to let in the fresh air. The sun was low. It looked to be just an hour or so until sunset. “Would you like a glass of wine?” Nick asked, opening the small fridge and taking out a bottle. “Truman hooked us up. Good guy.” I nodded. “I’d love a glass. Just the one bottle? There are three of us, you know.” He swung the fridge door open, showing me another. Glancing up, I saw that there were already three glasses on the counter. As he worked at extracting the cork, I kicked off my shoes and undid the snap on my pants. I needed to find out how Catherine was doing. Hopefully she wasn’t too shaken. “Cathers, I’m mad at you,” I said, folding my arms and staring into her eyes. “For fuck’s sake! No more goddamn trunks!” She looked down. “But we’re a team,” she said in a small voice. “What?” Nick asked. “She was in the trunk?” I nodded and saw empathy appear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Jessa. I never thought of that possibility.” “It’s okay. Leave me alone. I’m fine,” Catherine said, but I wasn’t sure she was telling the truth. She wasn’t acting like herself. I put my arms around her, trying to comfort her. Looking up, I saw Nick studying me. I tried to imagine what I looked like to him – a nude woman hugging air. Remembering that I’d promised, I gave my mother a call. I kept it short. I didn’t want to talk to her. I just wanted to keep my word. A short time later, the three of us were lounging on the west-facing terrace, enjoying our wine as we watched the butterscotch-colored disk of the sun descend through a layer of distant clouds towards a bluish-green Vermont horizon. It was strangely relaxing. In the back of my mind, I knew that my life would never again be the same, but I was mostly at peace with what had transpired. I wasn’t at all happy that my naked photos were circling the globe, but I had gone in willing ¬– knowing that I would pay a price. And in exchange, a dangerous killer was now locked away. There would be no more victims. As I imagined it, there were young women out there whose lives would not be cut short because of what Catherine, Nick, and I had accomplished. I was sitting in the middle. Cathers and I were of course nude, Nick completely dressed – still wearing his uniform, in fact, but he’d taken off his gun belt. It was time to relax, to unwind. Time to attempt to put all the stress of the day behind us. Glancing down, I noticed that the warm glow of the distant sun was shining in between my knees, illuminating my slit and the delicate folds peeking out from within. The tan lines I’d had at the beginning of summer had all but disappeared. It was a situation that I never would have imagined prior to the events of that summer – casually sipping wine while nude – enjoying a sunset with a ghost girl and a divorced cop. But this was my summer, and these were my friends. “So, are you going to fuck him?” Catherine asked. “That looks like a nice bed in there. Big and bouncy.” I glanced over at her, initially looking her in the eye, but from there I indulged in taking in the whole of her nude form. She was pretty, quite shapely – a very sexy woman. It almost seemed conceited to be admiring her – we looked so much alike. “Probably,” I replied with a wink. “Probably?” Nick asked. I spun in my seat and our eyes met. “Yes, probably,” I repeated. He nodded, returning his eyes to the view. He’d grown accustomed to not always knowing what we were talking about. Setting my glass down, I stood up, stepping over next to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he angled his head up, looking at me. “She asked me if I was going to fuck you,” I said in a soft voice, just loud enough for Catherine to hear. His eyes grew wide. I squeezed his shoulder affectionately but walked inside, leaving him there with Catherine. Opening my suitcase, I located my toiletries. A moment later, I was in the bathroom studying my pill pack. Fortunately, it looked as if I’d taken my pill that morning. Back out on the terrace, I picked up my glass and sat down on Nick’s lap, my body angled to the side facing Catherine. I couldn’t believe how horny I was feeling – a combination of factors, I decided. First off, it had been months since I’d gotten laid – long overdue. Second, we had an audience – just Catherine, but even so, she was watching. I was trying to be subtle about it, but I was grinding my butt into Nick’s lap (and I could feel the effect I was having on him). Third, the thoughts that were swirling around in my head – of the millions upon millions of people across the country and around the globe who had seen that I was a shaved pussy girl – exposure on an unimaginable scale – exponentially greater than what occurred in the porn industry, I imagined. I picked up his free hand and lifted it, placing it atop one of my breasts, allowing my stone-hard nipple to poke into his palm. “Yours to play with,” I whispered, wondering how I had managed to suck his dick while receiving nothing in return. He hadn’t gotten off that night, but neither had I. I certainly wasn’t going to be making that mistake again. A minute later, taking a hold of the same hand, I shifted it down to a position between my legs, encouraging him by pressing his fingers into my already moist folds. “And yours for dessert,” I mouthed. Surely he had already caught a whiff of my arousal. If not, it was now coating his fingers. I let go as he had taken over, teasing my tender bits by wiggling his fingers ever so delightfully. With a hand behind his head, I started kissing him, running my tongue along his lips, slipping it inside, hinting at what I was in need of down below. As usual, he was a little slow on the uptake, but he seemed to be cluing in. Just as things were heating up, there was a knock on the door. I stiffened. Sitting up, I clamped my knees together, trapping his hand. “Who could that be,” I asked. “Isn’t Officer Truman supposed to be watching the perimeter?” “Let’s go and see?” he suggested, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You go and see,” I said, standing up, my eyes darting around, searching for a spot to hide. Nick led me back inside, pulling me along by the hand. “Relax, Jessa,” he said. I was dragging my feet and twisting my hand in an effort to get free, but his grip was so strong. “It’s just Truman. I asked him to pick us up some takeout.” I didn’t care if it was ‘just Truman.’ I was butt naked. As he reached for the doorknob, I attempted to make myself invisible behind him. Nick opened the door and Truman passed him a couple of bags. “Here you go … dinner for three.” “Yep, thanks. I’m starving,” Nick said. “Thank the man, Jessa.” I gulped. Why did Nick seem completely incapable of learning from his mistakes? “Thank you,” I said in a barely audible voice from behind Nick’s back. Feeling shy but imagining that I wasn’t being polite, I leaned to the side, bringing my face out of hiding. “I mean, thank you Officer Truman,” I said so he might actually hear me. He smiled. I wasn’t sure if leaning to the side had brought much in the way of skin into view, but even so he probably knew that I was nude. Just the way that I was hiding behind Nick was likely evidence enough. “You guys have fun,” he said, giving Nick a smile and a thumbs up as the door closed. Nick carried the food in and placed it on the counter. “Nick, ‘dinner for three?’ Why did he say that?” I didn’t want to be upset, but I thought we’d had an agreement. “Here, feel,” he said, picking the bags back up and handing them to me. I reached out and took ahold of the handles. “Heavy, right?” he asked. “So he doesn’t know?” I asked, setting the food back down. “No. How could he? I’m thinking that was just his way of hinting that there seemed to be enough here … in case we might want to invite him in.” I wanted to believe him. I really did. I guess my suspicion showed on my face. “Jessa, no one’s gonna think there’s a ghost. We’d really have to make a concerted effort to get anyone to believe, so stop worrying about that.” “Okay,” I said. He was probably right. I’d been quickly convinced, but seeing is believing. Other than Dirk and I, no one could see her. “It took me a long time,” he went on. “That evening. Rock, paper, scissors. Pretty convincing, yet I spent days trying to come up with an alternate explanation. It seemed as if you might be talking to an imaginary friend. Since you’re so damn sexy, since you’ve got great tits, I wasn’t about to complain. I’m not stupid.” Nick started placing the food containers on the table while I located plates. He’d ordered Chinese. We worked at serving small first helpings onto three plates while I got Catherine situated across from us, breaking her chopsticks apart and placing them next to the Kung Pao Chicken on her plate. The food was delicious. “Remember to save room for dessert,” I reminded Nick nonchalantly during the meal. I didn’t want him to forget who was going to be getting hers as soon as we got the chance. Because I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about it, I asked him how many people he thought had seen the “pictures of li’l ol’ naked me.” “You, my dear, have the most famous cunnie on the planet,” he said between bites. “In a matter of hours, you went from completely unknown to celebrity status.” I winced. I hadn’t forgotten that ‘cunnie’ was his ‘go to’ word, but it was still a bit jarring – especially in the context of all that had happened. “The most famous tits, as well,” he added. “As a matter of fact, there is a video that you might not have seen. It’s awesome.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “I haven’t watched any videos.” I’d noticed links, but they mostly looked to be talking-head commentary. Maybe if I ignored the videos, they would all go away. “Bulletproof Breasts, is what it’s called,” he said, picking up his phone. I was curious, but I didn’t really want to see it. Catherine walked around the table to look over my shoulder as Nick tapped to start the video. It opened with a large text block. “Who needs Bulletproof Vests when you’ve got Bulletproof Breasts!” Suddenly the scene at the standoff filled the small screen. In a state of shock, I saw that it hadn’t been filmed from the police barrier. Instead, it looked as if it had been taken from just across the street, possibly the house whose yard I had cut through. And it was steady. The camera had clearly been on a tripod, seemingly in a second floor window. I saw myself. I was running along behind the line of cars, bent over at the waist. Finding Nick, I dropped down, taking a seat on the ground next to him. A short time later, Nick started removing his vest. As if it might not have been obvious what was happening, a caption had been added. “Officer Harris offering his Bulletproof Vest,” it read. “I’m glad that’s on camera,” he said. “I don’t want people thinking I wasn’t concerned for your safety.” In the next moment, I could be seen refusing the vest. “Fearless woman makes him keep it on. Who needs Bulletproof Vests when you’ve got Bulletproof Breasts!” the caption read. I could be seen holding his arm. A short time later, I was undressing. “Hardly bulletproof,” I mumbled, subconsciously reaching up and stroking my fingertips lightly across one of my rigid nipples. Less than a minute later, I watched myself stand up. The contrast was indeed striking – a nude woman on her feet staring boldly at the house, only the lower half of her body protected by the car, while the police officers, all wearing bulletproof vests, were down on their butts, cowering behind their vehicles. What was also noticeable was Nick yelling at me and motioning for me to get down. As the video continued, it was clear that Nick and I were talking, possibly arguing. Catherine had been there as well, but nothing in the video hinted at her presence. Nick was seen talking on his radio a time or two. And then, suddenly, I dropped down low as a hail of gunfire erupted from the house. The gunman was visible in a window. He was on his feet, firing, ‘bam, bam, bam,’ into the string of cars. Actually, given the cell phone’s small speaker, it sounded like, ‘ting, ting, ting.’ A shiver passed through me as I thought back to that moment in time. I was expecting the video to zoom in on the gunman, but that didn’t happen. That made me think that whoever was running the video camera was down low, keeping out of sight. Moments after the gunfire ceased, the naked me in the video stood back up. “Naked and Fearless. Ready to Attack!” appeared on the screen. I could be seen tiptoeing around the car, encouraging Nick to get up. He appeared reluctant, but then he was on his feet, crouching low. “Radioing his partner, Officer Bixler,” the next caption read. In the next instant, I saw myself, both of us actually, running toward the house. Even though I was just a tiny figure on the small screen, it was clear that I was nude. What was also apparent was that I was leading the charge. I watched as the scene at the door unfolded. I knew exactly what was coming; I’d just never imagined that I’d get to see it. The sound of gunfire returned and Nick lifted his gun and fired at the lock. Seconds later, I slipped inside, disappearing from view. I saw Nick and Bixler look at one another. Nick shrugged. He could be seen saying something to Bixler. A moment later, one after the other, they followed me into the house. “And these guys are wearing vests!” the caption read. “Is that all?” I asked. “There’s more,” Nick said. “But that’s the good part. For a long time, not much seems to be happening. Later, more policemen go in. Eventually, we come out.” “I’ll watch it another time. Or never,” I said. It was turning my stomach to think of all that had been captured. “It’s a kick-ass video, right?” Nick said. “There’s a nice scene, near the end. You in one of the shot-up cars, changing back into your street clothes.” I glared at him, elbowing him in the gut. “What? You know I like your tits.” “You can see them, even inside the car?” I’m not sure why I asked. He wouldn’t be talking about them if they weren’t. He nodded, setting his phone down. “I think, I’m going to be sick,” I said. It was all too much. At times, Nick seemed a little short on compassion. But he was a police officer, more about action, less about feelings. His world was more black and white than mine. He and I were simply different. Truth be told, I was still adjusting to his simplistic, yet arguably logical thinking, but I was making the effort. “I mean, who needs Hollywood? Who needs CGI when you’ve got Jessa Wilson?” he added. “At least the quality isn’t that great,” I mused, searching for a silver lining. “But it is,” he said, picking his phone back up. “See, here’s a link. For a dollar ninety-nine, you can download the 4K Ultra HD version. Whoever shot this video … surely already a multi-millionaire.” He tapped the link and another page appeared. “This shows the quality,” he said, tapping again to confirm that he was 18+. There was a zoomed-in image, cropped to show just my chin and upper chest. My candy necklace was crisp, the beads sharp enough to count. My heart skipped a beat as I imagined my freshly shaven slit rendered at the same resolution. Clearly wanting potential purchasers to be thinking the same thing, the caption read. “Ballsy as hell, but nothing dangling down below!” I closed my eyes in shock. ‘Breathe in. Breathe out,’ I said to myself, trying to figure out how to go on. I shifted my thoughts to again trying to find that elusive silver lining. If there was one, it seemed to lay in the fact that I had behaved in a heroic manner. Who runs unarmed into gunfire – especially naked? No one, right? No one except for me – apparently. While Nick went about cleaning up, Catherine did her best to comfort me. “Focus on the bright side,” she said. “There isn’t one. My life is over.” “No it’s not. And there is a bright side. We got the guy! That asshole’s in jail.” I nodded. She was right. Putting him behind bars was huge – a big win. Sipping my wine, I started contemplating if what I’d just said was true. Was my life really over? In a literal sense, it wasn’t. I was still breathing. But the ground had shifted below my feet – a long way – well above nine on the Richter scale. I’d have to carve out a new destiny for myself. My path in life had changed. I couldn’t yet picture what things would look like going forward, but I knew in my heart that it would work out. I’d succeed because I’d take charge. I’d never been a passive participant in my life. Just as I’d seized control of the police operation earlier in the day, I would grab the reins and steer toward a future of my own choosing. “Cathers,” I told her, “The situation is piled high with difficulty, and I’m going rise high with the occasion. Just you wait and see!” A puzzled expression appeared on her face. “How much wine have you had?” she asked. “Not enough!” I said, downing the contents of my glass and hers for good measure. With that, I started in on Nick’s buttons. He was about to bear the brunt of my new take-charge attitude. “Is this the shirt?” I asked. “The one I was wearing?” “Yup. It’s been crazy. I didn’t make it by my place to pack an overnight bag. Fortunately, I saw some toiletries in the bathroom … a toothbrush.” With Nick not putting up any resistance, I managed to get both his shirt as well as his undershirt off. In my opinion, he had just the right amount of chest hair – sexy as hell – a moderate dusting across his pecs, curly and dark like the hair on his head (as well as his mustache). There was also a mouth-watering trail extending straight down from his belly button. I found myself eyeing the pair of handcuffs on his gun belt, just a short distance away on a side table. After unclipping them, I turned, eyeing him. “I trusted you to close me into a trunk a bit ago.” His eyes darted anxiously, first to the right and then to the left, but he didn’t reply. “Where’s the key?” “Don’t forget. I followed you into that house. If that’s not trust, then I don’t know what is.” “True. And that was very brave. But this is different. So … do you trust me?” I walked toward him, holding up the cuffs and shaking them so that there could be no doubt what I had in mind. I had to ask a second time for the key, but I didn’t mind. In his shoes, I’d be nervous too. “I need a bowl of popcorn,” Catherine interjected. “This is going to be fun.” “You better believe it,” I replied, giving her a wink. A puzzled look appeared on Nick’s face, but he located a small key and gave it to me. “Nice!” I said, giving him my most mischievous smile. I didn’t have any pockets, so key in hand, I slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I climbed up onto the counter. On my knees, I reached up and hid it atop the frame of the mirror. He wouldn’t be able to see it there. He also wouldn’t be able to reach it, not wearing the cuffs. Turning, I startled. Catherine was there. She’d apparently snuck in through the door. “Don’t do that to me!” I chastised. “Sorry. Just curious what you have in mind.” “So am I,” I admitted. “Making this up as I go.” A moment later, I was again with Nick, kissing him while gently pushing an arm back. “Tonight you’re mine,” I breathed into his ear as I secured his wrists one at a time. He’d cuffed my hands in front. I was taking it up a notch. “Feel vulnerable yet?” “Umm … focusing on trust.” I chuckled. His voice didn’t convey quite as much confidence as his choice of words. “That’s good. Because you’re at my mercy.” “Still trying to get me back for that first night?” “No. That score’s been settled.” “The ambush at The Crossroads maybe?” “Hmm … good point … maybe I still owe you for that,” I said, “…but what I have in mind right now might end up being fun. Are you ready for dessert?” I asked, running my hand across the front of his pants. “Oh my, you certainly seem to be,” I giggled. “I think little Nicky wants to come out and play.” He looked away. Had I embarrassed the poor lad? “I’m wondering if this is going to tickle,” I said, running a finger back and forth across his upper lip, trying to imagine what his coarse mustache would feel like against my sensitive lady bits. Truth be told, I was excited to find out. As I reached for his belt buckle, my eyes locked with Catherine’s. She was sitting on the couch, her heels up on the cushion against her butt, her arms around her legs. “I’ll go check on Truman … give you two your privacy,” she said, shifting her feet down to the floor as she started to get up. “You should stay. I don’t mind if you watch,” I said, experiencing a flashback – to the moment earlier in the day when I’d caught her with her breasts wrapped around Nick’s arm. “But only if you want to.” I glanced up and my eyes met Nick’s. He nodded, acknowledging that he understood what was being discussed. “But just so you know,” I continued, my words directed at no one in particular. “I’ve been known to scream, and it’s been a long time. I might lose it.” I unzipped Nick, going in for a more intimate feel. Catherine was laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “Listening to you. Watching you. I was never this aggressive, but one similarity. I was a screamer. Maybe that runs in the family?” I smiled. “Then you have to watch! Maybe it will make you feel alive.” “I already feel so alive.” “Me too. And get a load of this boner!” I said, pushing Nick’s pants and underwear down and lifting his penis up so that Catherine could have a good look. She didn’t reply. Glancing over, I saw that she had her hands up in front of her face. Looking carefully, I saw that she was peeking out between her fingers. With a firm grip on Nick’s rock-hard cock, I used my other hand to take a hold of the chain connecting the cuffs, giving it a gentle tug. Normally, under such circumstances, I wouldn’t waste any time getting him in my mouth. I knew it was an oral fixation of sorts, but I enjoyed it and guys loved me for it, so why not? Just not tonight, or at least, not first. After helping him step out of the last of his clothing, I started circling. “You’ve been the only one dressed for far too long,” I remarked. “Why have I let you get away with that? Or do you just like being dressed in the presence of two naked blondes?” I waited, but he didn’t answer. After taking a few moments to admire his muscular, masculine form from every angle (and giving Catherine the opportunity as well), I led him by his rigid pole into the bedroom. I’d learned long ago that men become docile when you hold onto them like that – especially if you do it firmly – they’ll follow you anywhere. A stiff penis – the perfect leash. I got him situated on his back on the bed, his hands centered under his butt elevating his pelvis. “Such a sexy cock … and oh, so vulnerable!” I taunted. With his eyes following my every move, I turned off the lights and opened the curtains. It wasn’t as romantic as candlelight, but, thanks to the town of Stonefield, the level of illumination in the room was about the same. I knelt next to him on the bed. After placing a pillow under his head, I leaned down, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “This pillow, Nick,” I said. “It’s not for your comfort.” I didn’t explain further. If he couldn’t figure out why I was elevating his head, then he had a lot to learn. I snuggled up against him. It was a tranquil moment – quite relaxing, really – the calm before the storm. Nick couldn’t exactly participate as he might have liked, but I spent a few minutes running my hands gently up and down his body, becoming better acquainted with his skin – enjoying him. I touched him everywhere, with one exception. I was avoiding his dick entirely. Bringing my face to his, I kissed him, square on the mouth. I pushed my tongue in between his lips, but from there I licked teasingly up the side of his face, branching over to an ear. I didn’t recall ever being in a more randy mood. And I loved that Nick had to be thinking of who was in charge. That was by design, but I was also setting the scene romantically. There would be sex, but this was an evening for making love – wild, passionate love. It had been a bumpy path, but I’d fallen for the guy – hard. Deciding that I couldn’t wait any longer, I climbed up onto my feet. Standing atop the bed, I towered over him, a foot on each side of his hips. His cock was pointing up, but at an angle. It hovered above his lower abdomen. It was a beautiful cock, a lonely cock. I almost felt sorry for it. He couldn’t touch it and since dragging him into the room, I hadn’t. Walking slowly forward on the mattress, I got to where I had a foot beside each of his shoulders. “How do you prefer your pussy, Officer Harris?” I asked, smiling down at him. “Juicy,” he responded, staring up between my legs, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. “But don’t you mean, cunnie?” “Not tonight,” I said in a friendly but confident voice. Even though I’d made an attempt, I hadn’t warmed up to his term. ‘Cunnie’ wasn’t ‘cunt,’ but almost. “Tonight, it’s a muffin, Officer Harris. You’re having my muffin for dessert.” He smiled and nodded, but didn’t reply verbally. I wasn’t intending to overplay my hand, but I was definitely calling the shots. I dropped down to my knees, bringing myself within inches of his face. I studied Nick’s expression as he gazed up into my glistening folds. His breath between my legs mingled delightfully with the cool air as my scent filled the room. I didn’t much like my inability to hide my arousal under such circumstances, but it was something I could do nothing about. “Don’t move. I’m going to kiss you,” I said, allowing my knees to slide out, cutting the distance between my labia and his mouth in half. I paused. “Unless you don’t want me to.” I’d always been of the opinion that a man should return the favor of oral sex, but even though I was feeling the effects of the wine and had him at a disadvantage, I wasn’t going to force myself on anyone. “Be my guest,” he replied, the corners of his mouth curling up delightfully. I continued descending toward him – until our lips met. Nick puckered up and kissed me square on the pussy. I held my position, resisting the temptation to press down. It was a surprisingly tender moment – at least as far as oral sex goes – the contact light and romantic. Because I couldn’t pucker, I twirled my hips ever so slightly, brushing my lips across his. I wanted it to be a kiss he’d remember. Moments later, I rose back up, lifting myself from his face. I stared down at his wet mouth, my knees again close to his ears. A puzzled look appeared in his eyes. He raised his head from the pillow, advancing toward me. “Nuh-uh,” I scolded. “I distinctly remember telling you not to move.” He sighed, relaxing back onto the pillow. I again studied his expression. There was desire in his eyes. My own anticipation was at an all-time high. But even so, I felt like drawing out the moment. I wanted him to be an enthusiastic, talented pussy licker – as good as Dixie. She and I had been together for two years in college. No man had ever licked me as enthusiastically as she had. She was a true pussy connoisseur. I was delighted with where things stood with Nick. I couldn’t imagine returning to my college days – even if I’d experienced a nurturing relationship in Dixie’s arms (and oral sex par excellence). Yep, I couldn’t go back. She and I, we’d both been committed LUGs – Lesbian Until Graduation. There’d been six of us. We’d hung out together – an informal sorority of sorts, an anti-sorority really. And three of us, Dixie, Kelsie and I, we’d actually followed through. Thanks to the power of social media, I knew what the other five were up to. The other three? The commitment hadn’t been right for them. But that was fine. At least they seemed to be happy. If you’re bi-sexual, then the most important thing is finding a soulmate, male or female. Looking down, I contemplated Nick. He had that edgy quality that my mother disliked in men, but at least he was on the right side of the law. I reached down. After pausing to stroke his scruffy jawline with the back of my nails, I intertwined my fingers, all ten of them, in his hair. Slowly lowering myself back down, I pulled, guiding his mouth to my pussy. Rocking my pelvis, I started massaging his face with the whole of my crotch – gently – coating his chin, his mustache, his nose, all the way up to his eyes with my juices. “How’s this for turning the tables on you, Mister Officer, Sir? I’ll bet you never imagined ending up here the night you tackled me in the street … the night you cuffed me?” He attempted to reply, but I smothered his words with a mouthful of female flesh. I wasn’t nearly as interested in hearing him talk as I was in using him for my own personal gratification. “More tongue, Mister Officer, Sir,” I coached, wiping my sex up and down across his mouth, smashing my little pearl into his nose on each upswing. I looked around for Catherine. She was there, leaning against the window sill. She wasn’t watching. Instead, she was gazing pensively out the window at a slumbering Stonefield. Turning my attention back to the man between my thighs, I lifted up, again breaking contact. From there, I slid down along his body, bringing us face to face. Thanks to the light coming in through the window, his skin glistened with my nectar. “How’s your evening going, Mister Officer, Sir?” I asked, kissing his pussy-flavored lips. “Pretty good, actually,” he replied, “but if you remove the cuffs, I could show your titties the affection they deserve. I’m thinking they would enjoy that.” I smiled. “I’m sure they would.” A half a second later, he had a breast mashed against his face. “Say ‘hi,’ but be gentle,” I instructed, pressing a ripe cherry in between his lips. He nipped at it playfully. “Forget the gentle,” I countered. He snickered, but then attempted to inhale my breast whole. It felt heavenly. I wasn’t a particularly chesty woman, but my boob was certainly quite a bit more than a mouthful. Even so, he did his best, and I loved that he was trying. My tits had been wanting for such attention. I let him feast on that breast for almost a minute before offering him the other. After both of them had gotten several turns, I pulled free to again kiss him. His face still smelled of me, but it wasn’t a flavor I had ever shied away from. “You taste like pussy, Mister Officer, Sir,” I said, licking his mustache. “Don’t you mean muffin?” he asked. I smiled. Maybe it was the wine, but I didn’t much care what we called it – at least not right then – as long as it got the attention it craved. “I’m thinking you’re ready for more,” I whispered seductively into his ear while lightly humping his thigh – so there could be little doubt what I had in mind. “Damn straight!” I laughed, imaging that he’d rather fuck than lick pussy. Seconds later, I was again astride his face. The preliminaries were behind us. My ‘muffin’ was ready to be eaten. This was the main course. His dessert – my main course! With the fingers of one hand again intertwined in his hair, I directed his attention to the center of my being. The other hand, I had up on the headboard, steadying myself. I again rocked my hips, teasing his nose with my clit. Or was it the other way around? The sound of wet friction filled the room, and I could definitely feel his mustache. I danced on his face for at least fifteen minutes. It was more important to do it right than to be quick about it. After all, Nick was my captive. The tricky part was remembering to lift up from the grinding once in a while. I didn’t want to suffocate the poor lad. Every few minutes, I paused long enough to make sure he was okay. Since I’d told him about Liam and the pictures we’d taken in his roadster, I encouraged Nick to think of his tongue as a gearshift knob and to try and draw an H-pattern my G-spot. His nose belonged to my clitoris, but I needed his tongue deep inside. He didn’t act as if he was used to receiving pussy licking instructions, but to his credit, he was a willing pupil. There was a spark, a bright light, and then a firework rainbow erupted as a full on orgasm engulfed me, warming me from the inside out. Temporarily losing control, I smashed Nick’s head down into the pillow, thrashing against him ruthlessly. His mustache was going to be saturated. He’d be smelling me for a week. I didn’t care. I didn’t know if he’d agree, but it was worth it, so very worth it. I slowed down, attempting to catch my breath, but it wasn’t long before I felt the heat within my core building toward a second colorful flare-up. I spun around, planting myself on his face such that his nose was more or less between my cheeks. I didn’t know if Nick would like that or not, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to complain. He could try, but I didn’t imagine I’d hear. Facing that direction, I grasped and admired his cock in the faint light. It had a nice G-spot curve to it. I palmed it, pressing it against his abdomen, as I continued smothering him with pussy – grinding, grinding, grinding. My other hand was busy pinching and pulling on my sensitive nipples. I would have enjoyed letting him do that, but his hands were locked away below his ass. The light and the heat from my second climax was maybe not quite as intense as the first, but it was every bit as polychromatic – certainly more sustained. I had a solid grip on his dick, but I was behaving – holding tight but limiting the friction. His first load was destined for my vagina. Oral was fine. As a matter of fact, it was my favorite; however, I’d decided that I was finally going to fuck him. I smiled to myself. I really did like being in charge. During the interval after my second orgasm, Nick remarked, “I’m not complaining, but it was my impression that getting tested … the STD panel you mentioned … was important to you.” I laughed. I was again licking my feminine secretions from his face. “After what we braved today … instant death at the hands of a serial killer … I’m not too concerned. Besides, you were monogamous for ten years. I had a few more partners than you, but I’ve always been careful.” I glanced around in the dim light. Catherine was there. Our eyes met. “You are a screamer,” she acknowledged. “Quite a bit of loud moaning as well.” “Really? I only remember the rainbow.” She smiled and a knowing look appeared in her eyes. Catherine experienced the rainbow! “Awesome!” I said, full of enthusiasm. All the women I’d talked to, and I’d never met another one who described an orgasm in colorful terms. It was so cool to learn that Catherine and I might be alike in that regard as well. “But you didn’t hear the dogs howling?” she asked. “All over Stonefield. You set them off.” “I did not. Nick, she’s lying, right? Tell me she’s lying.” His expression was blank. After explaining to him what Catherine had said, he confirmed that, I had in fact, been quite vocal. He hadn’t heard any dogs, but then again, I’d been on his face, my thighs over his ears. Still laughing, I again spun around, this time lining his member up with my vagina. We were a couple. It was high time we did some coupling. I directed the bell-shaped head into my eager opening. Things were more than moist. I lowered myself down onto him slowly, drawing the moment out for all it was worth. Wanting to savor our first time, I was planning to go easy on him – to draw out the experience for both of us. I had little success with that. Something about having my way with a man who had his hands pinned beneath him had my libido cranked up to full tilt. Using Nick as my own personal fuck-toy was fun. Completely sober, I might not have allowed myself to indulge so wantonly, but as it was, imagining that I was taking him against his will was fueling my ardor. Several thrilling minutes later, sensing that he was spurting into my depths, I stopped bouncing and started grinding for all I was worth – my clit into his pubic bone – attempting to cum along with him. While I saw the colors, all of them, that didn’t end up being my most powerful orgasm of the evening. But that was only because the first two had been so kaleidoscopic. I collapsed down onto him, and we spent the next ten or so minutes catching our breath – and snuggling. “I’ve got to pee something fierce,” he announced after a while. “Go ahead,” I said, getting up and helping him to his feet. “Like this?” he asked, his tone forlorn. My eyes followed his down to where his slippery-looking penis hung in front of him. “Need help with your aim?” I asked. That ended up being fun. Maybe Freud was right. Maybe women were castrated beings. But that didn’t mean we never got to enjoy dicks. Not quite everything went into the bowl, which, I admit, was entirely my fault. I wasn’t in the most serious frame of mind. I found myself aiming here, and aiming there. Pointing his pecker at the middle – way too boring – for me, anyway. I was considering teasing Nick, saying that the key must have fallen down behind the cabinet – something like that. Indeed, he deserved it. He’d joked about my clothes not being in the Jeep the time at the junkyard. But being the nice girlfriend that I was, I hopped up on the counter to retrieve it. Shortly thereafter, he was rubbing his wrists. “Was getting laid worth the discomfort?” I asked, leaning against him and looking deep into his eyes. “Definitely. Well…” “Well … what?” I asked when he didn’t continue. “Just hoping you’ve got that out of your system.” “The handcuffs … maybe. The sex? You and I … we’re just getting started.” A short time later, we were again snuggling on that giant hotel bed. I’d almost forgotten how nice it felt to be held. Especially when it was someone you cared about. Did I love him? I wasn’t sure, but the needle had moved a great distance in that direction – and all in the space of just one day – one amazing day. I looked around for Catherine. She was nowhere to be seen. ~ ~ ~ I was up surprisingly early the next morning, especially considering the amount of wine I’d consumed. Helping Catherine keep up appearances, I’d been drinking from two glasses. It just wasn’t quite believable that she was there if her glass stayed full – if it never moved. Leaving Nick alone to sleep, I wandered out of the bedroom. Catherine was on the porch. I went out and joined her, taking a seat. “You look cold,” she remarked. “I’m fine,” I replied, glancing down at my nipples protruding from my goose bump coated chest. I didn’t know what the day held, but I knew I’d be dressed. We’d have very little time to talk. I wanted to ask if she knew why she was still stuck between two worlds, but bring it up seemed as if it might jinx the situation. I didn’t want her to disappear, but I also didn’t want her to be forever in limbo. Neither of us knew what heaven would be like, but I imagined it had to be nicer than her lonely existence on earth these past forty years. After two cups of coffee and some stimulating conversation, some of it about orgasms, I wandered in to check on Nick. He shifted as I approached the bed, and something caught my eye. He was tenting the sheet like an eagle scout. Being a morning wood aficionado, I slipped under the covers next to him. Taking my time, I positioned myself above him, my weight on my arms and legs. I lined my pelvis up carefully, and slid down, engulfing him fully. He started to wake up just as my pubic bone collided with his. “Good morning,” I cooed, grabbing his wrists and pinning him to the mattress. His eyes shot wide open. He glanced around as if trying to get his bearings. “Here, let me help you,” I said, lifting his hands to my breasts. “You wanted to last night. Today, you have my permission, but be gentle.” A moment later, he had his neck twisted around. He was staring at the light coming in through the window. He quickly returned his attention to the naked woman on top of him. “You like being a cowgirl, don’t you, Muffin?” I groaned, wondering if I had just acquired a nickname. At first, it seemed lame, but then it started to grow on me. I’d certainly been called worse. Hoping that it would be forgotten if I didn’t acknowledge it, I replied, “I like being in charge. Riding cowgirl, I’m in charge. I placed my hands over his to help him out. He was again being too gentle. He still hadn’t learned that ‘be gentle’ was code for ‘I like it rough.’ His wife, whatever her name was, sure hadn’t trained him well. I had my work cut out for me. Squeezing my boobs firmly, using them as love handles to lift me up and pull me down, he spoke. “You know what that video is missing? The Bulletproof Breasts video?” “Are we going to fuck or talk?” I asked, not wanting to hear his thoughts on what the video was lacking. “I wish there was a clip of you springing into action, jumping on his arm and saving Bix’s life. You naked, an armed man twice your size. Kicking him in the face until I could get there.” “Not sure where that came from … adrenalin, I guess,” I said. I didn’t want to come right out and say it, but I was very proud of how I had risen to the occasion. “I’ll bet it’s on my body cam. Bix’s too. I’m wondering if there is a way to leak that clip. That could be today’s lead story. If only the media had it.” I sucked in a breath, inadvertently lifting myself free of his dick. Nick took a hold of it, keeping it upright. Reaching for me, he tried to get me to relax back down onto him, which I allowed. “That’s fucked, Nick. If this relationship is going to work, you need to get my permission before you do something crazy like that … anything that affects me.” He nodded as I grabbed his hands, returning them to my chest. “Anything that affects me,” I repeated.

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Chapter 17: Together in Spirit My mood had brightened tremendously. Cathers was back! I couldn’t see her, but she had to be seated next to me. As the large, red convertible negotiated a turn along the parade route, I scooted a few inches over into the area I’d opened up for her. I didn’t want the Governor and his wife to feel cramped, nor did I want the seating arrangements in the car to appear odd. Taking cues from the others, I put on a broad smile and started waving. I found it much less awkward than I had imagined. The crowd seemed to be in high spirits. They were definitely staring at me, but smiling and waving back – quite energetically in fact, a few of them appearing as if they were trying to get my attention. I’d never seen so many people, not in Stonefield. The mass of bodies spilled off of the sidewalks in every direction, even extending as far as half a block down the side streets. As I waved and smiled, I scanned the crowd for familiar faces. The first person I recognized was my brother, Mason. He was holding hands with a girl. I recognized her instantly – Keira – the round-faced, busty teen with the bubbly attitude who was roughly his age, eighteen or nineteen. I was so happy that things looked to be working out nicely for them – a summer romance – how fun! There were a few other teens grouped around them – friends, I assumed, but given how the crowd was packed together, it was hard to tell who knew each other and who didn’t. I waved and pointed, acknowledging that I had seen them. A short time later, my phone dinged with the arrival of a text. I glanced at it even though Tracy was glaring at me. It was from Carmen, the string bean who had given me a ride back to the cabin. It was a photo, one she’d just taken of us passing by in the convertible. Realizing that I’d missed seeing her, I spun around and looked back. She was there, waving wildly. I gave her a thumbs up. “Nick, Carmen’s here,” I said, turning back around. “Who?” “Carmen … the girl who picked me up the time I hitched a ride.” He nodded. I made a mental note to reply to her text when I got the chance. After glancing again at Carmen’s photo, I adjusted my sash so it was easier to read. At that point, I was really feeling the heat. As planned, in addition to the bikini, I was wearing the blouse and the sturdy denim shorts I’d been wearing the morning of the arrest. What made my outfit uncomfortable was Nick’s heavy, dark-blue shirt with the belt cinching it up around my waist. “I’m boiling,” I said, looking to where I assumed Catherine to be. “But I’ll survive,” I said with a smile, realizing that I had every reason in the world to get naked. “I hope you are waving to your fans, Catherine,” I said softly, expecting that Tracy might overhear. I didn’t really care. “All these people, they are here to celebrate you! To celebrate what you and I accomplished together.” Nick turned and looked back at me. Fortunately, he had an approving smile on his lips. “Yes, Catherine … wherever you are. Wave to your fans.” The look on Tracy’s face was a curious one, but it didn’t matter. Toward the end of the parade, I caught sight of my parents together with my grandmother. They were seated in some bleachers that had been constructed along one side of the parade route. It was right in the center of town, straight across from city hall. Studying how the bleachers were positioned, I could tell that they were intended to do double duty as additional seating for the awards ceremony. There was a large, raised stage just across the parade route from them. A man with a microphone was busy calling out details as we passed slowly by. I heard the Governor’s and his wife’s names mentioned as well as my own. A cheer went up, but the cheering had been more or less nonstop during the entire parade. Less than a block farther on, Nick got my attention, pointing out Dirk, Brent, and Kim. I searched the crowd around them for Brenda, but I didn’t see her. The parade hadn’t lasted as long as I had feared, and yet I breathed a sigh of relief when we turned back into the high school parking lot, signaling that it was over. I had a brief conversation with the Governor, but nothing new came up. He thanked me, told me that I was doing great, and reminded me when to be at the stage to receive my award. We had a bit more than an hour. Our car had been near the front, meaning that the rest of the parade was still winding its way through town. “Let’s go and see my grandmother,” I said to Nick. He thought for a moment. “That’s going to be difficult, Jessa. The area around city hall … there are so many people there. They are going to all want to talk to you. Autographs and pictures.” “But…” “I know. How about this,” he interrupted. “Call them. Ask them to meet us behind the post office. It’s only a block and a half from where they were. It should be well out of the thick of things.” “Good idea,” I said, dialing my mother. She didn’t answer, but a minute later I had Dirk on the line. He seemed to be adapting quite nicely to his new phone. I handed mine to Nick to let him work out a specific location. He and I were going to make our way there, Catherine supposedly in tow, and Dirk would find my parents as well as Grandma Patty and bring them along. “I’m so proud of you,” my mother announced as we came up. She stepped forward, giving me a hug. I hesitated, but allowed the embrace. It all seemed so odd to me. One day, I was the best daughter, the next, I was the worst. “Mom told me everything,” she said, glancing over at grandma. “She did?” I asked, giving her a dose of side-eye. A moment later, my grandmother was hugging me. “I know you swore me to secrecy, but I couldn’t have your mother saying such things about you. You are the hero in all this, and your mom couldn’t get her mind around that without understanding why you’ve been going about naked.” “I just wanted her to trust me. To believe that I might actually know what I was doing,” I retorted. “For God’s sake, I’m twenty-five.” “I know that. Of course, I know that,” my mother countered. I decided I wasn’t in the mood to let her off the hook so easily. “So then, why do you always assume the worst? Why am I always a slut in your eyes?” She was trying her best to hush me, but I wasn’t done. “I never get the benefit of the doubt. From dad, but never from you.” “You’re right. I’m so sorry,” she said, hanging her head. “It’s just that I never would have thought that … Catherine … mom’s little sister. Is she here now?” I glanced at Dirk and he nodded. “She is,” I said. “But don’t you have to be naked? I mean, to be sure?” “Dirk can see her,” I explained. “He doesn’t have to be naked. It all seems rather sexist, but that’s how it is.” “Go ahead. You can undress,” my mother said. “I don’t need your permission,” I snapped. “The part about ‘I’m twenty-five.’ Have you forgotten already?” My father stepped forward as my mother stepped back. “It’s alright, Jessa,” he said, giving me a reassuring hug. “She means well. I’m sure of it. Let’s all try and enjoy the day. It should be a happy day.” “It should,” I agreed, changing my tune. “I’m sorry mom. It’s just so easy to jump back to our high school head butting. But try and understand. I was never naked because I wanted to be. Always because I had to be. Working as a team, Catherine and I got a cold case reopened. And together, hand in hand, we caught a killer. I expect that by now you’ve heard the whole story.” “I have and I love you,” she said in a meek voice. “I really do.” “Enough of that,” my grandmother said. “I’ve got a present for my kid sister. Since she’s here, I’d like to give it to her. It’s for you as well, Jessa. It’s decades since I had a sister to buy a present for. Doing so was fun, quite fun. Mason helped me,” she added, looking around for her grandson. “But I suppose he’s off with his girlfriend.” Suddenly it hit me. Yet another person getting Cathers a gift. Ugh! But I decided to be happy for her. For Catherine as well as for her ‘big’ sister Patty. She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me. “Where are you Cathers,” I asked. “Come and stand next to me while I open this.” The envelope contained several printed sheets of paper. “Concert tickets!” my grandmother exclaimed. “Those printouts show the confirmation numbers – no actual tickets like in the old days. At least that’s what Mason tells me.” I glanced at the date. “July 7th. Three days from now!” I exclaimed. “Greta Van Fleet? That’s not a band I’ve heard of.” “Neither had I,” she admitted. “But I did some research. They are often compared with Led Zeppelin. You might not know this, Jessa, but Cathers loved concerts. She loved Led Zeppelin. As a matter of fact, she and Dirk had just gotten tickets to attend one of their concerts, but then she went missing.” “Grandma,” I said, my eyes again growing moist. “I have those tickets. They were in her room. Early this summer, she directed me to a hiding place – underneath a floorboard which also happened to be under the carpet. That pair of tickets – unused – they were there. Her diaries as well.” That last part, grandma knew, but my parents didn’t. “I had Mason get four tickets,” grandma said, “…so that each of you can take your guy.” I looked at Dirk. “Catherine … what does she think?” “Beaming,” he replied. “You should see her … bouncing on her toes, she’s so excited.” In my mind’s eye, I could picture her. Unlike some of the gifts she’d been given, Catherine could actually make use of a concert ticket. A short time later, Dirk pulled me aside. “Catherine needs to talk to you. She says it’s important.” Nick had overheard. “How about the police station,” he proposed. “Bev will be there … manning the front desk, but other than that, the place is bound to be empty.” Nick started to lead the way, but I saw Dirk hanging back. “Nick,” he said. “Catherine wants to speak with Jessa. As in, alone. Let’s wait here until they’re back?” Nick hesitated, but he agreed. A minute later, I pulled open the door. A blast of cool air hit me. It felt wonderful. Fortunately, I knew Bev. “I know it’s not for the public, but can I use the restroom?” “Of course,” she said pointing. I nodded; I knew the way. Seconds later, I was kicking off my shoes and peeling off my many layers. I hugged Catherine as she appeared, reveling in the tingling sensation of skin on ghost skin. “Whatever that was, let’s never do that again,” I exclaimed. “Best friends forever!” She nodded and we engaged in a little light conversation about the parade and the upcoming concert, but then a serious look came over her face. It was as if a cloud had suddenly passed in front of the sun. “He’s here, Jessa.” She paused before continuing. “I saw him from the car … standing on a low wall … all by himself.” “Who’s here?” “The young man. The one who’s the spitting image of my killer.” “That guy? His visitor?” “That guy,” she said, nodding. “Come with me.” With those words, Catherine turned and left the bathroom, walking right through the locked door. I stood there, not knowing what to do. “Catherine. Come back,” I hollered, stretching out the words. I waited. Nothing. After a minute, I opened the door and peeked out. She was there, a short distance down the hall. Fortunately, she had gone in the direction away from the front entrance. She waved to me, indicating that I should follow. Cautiously, I slipped out. I started tiptoeing after her, an arm across my chest and a hand placed strategically down below. “Where are we going?” I asked in a hushed voice. She kept walking. A second later, she turned into a room off of the primary hallway. It was an equipment room of sorts, all manner of cop paraphernalia organized on shelves. “Why bring me here?” I asked, looking around. “If I asked you to do something, for me, would you? Because you love me … or for whatever reason … because I have a favor to ask.” “Of course. Absolutely,” I replied. “Good. Because I want you to wear one of these.” With that, she turned and started examining the bulletproof vests arranged on hooks along the wall. “Some are for men, but others are for women,” she said. Pointing at a particular one, she continued. “Maybe this one. See how it’s cut. Extra room to accommodate a bust.” I looked at it, but then I turned to her. “You want me to wear a bulletproof vest? Whatever for?” “I’m telling you. I saw him. He’s here. I’m worried … that’s all. So wear the vest … for me.” I paused, studying the look in her eyes. She was obviously quite serious. I licked the corners of my mouth, considering carefully her request. It made sense and it didn’t. Why had I just given her a blanket promise? Hopefully she’d understand. “Catherine, I have bulletproof breasts, remember?” “No you don’t! Maybe I do, but you most certainly do not.” I needed to reason with her. “Even if he is related, what does that matter? I’m sure he’s just here to watch the festivities … same as everyone else.” “But what if he’s not? Just wear the vest.” I looked at it again – the one she had indicated – even walking over to it and reaching a hand up to feel the material. I wanted to keep my promise, for Cathers’ sake – I really did. I felt a strong inclination to lift the vest down and try it on. Instead, not wanting to lead her on, I turned and faced her. “Cathers … I’m so sorry, but I can’t. After the awards ceremony, Kim is going to auction off my clothes. It will make no sense if I have one of these on.” “So what! Just a minute ago, you said you’d do something for me … anything … just because I asked. So … I’m asking.” “And I will, but there needs to be a reason. A good reason.” “There is. He looks like a murderer … like the man who welded me in that trunk all those years ago. Also because he’s related to him. … likely raised by him.” “That’s not a reason. He’s a short order cook. You said so yourself. He wants to be a pastry chef.” “Please,” she pleaded. “Everything is going to be fine, Catherine. You’ll see,” I said, attempting to allay her fears. “Stonefield is crawling with police. I’m not in any danger.” “My sixth sense tells me that you are.” I stood staring at her. We were at an impasse. But I wasn’t angry, not at all. What she was saying made complete sense – to her. I tried to think of an alternate, and we talked. But her mind was made up. A minute later, I made my way back to the bathroom. Catherine was on my heels. She was begging. I really didn’t know what to do. There was really no reason to be afraid of a young man who enjoyed baking – even if he looked like the man who had sealed her in a trunk to die all those years ago – even if he was a direct descendent. “Don’t shut me out,” she pleaded as I reached down to pick up my bikini. “I’m not shutting you out. I have responsibilities. In a short amount of time, I need to be on that stage. The Governor will say a lot of nice words, and he’ll give me an award. Kim will auction off my clothes, and that will be that.” ***** And, just like that Jessa shut me out. She started dressing and shut me out. I could still see her. I could still hear her. But I knew that as far as she could tell, I was no longer in the room. Jessa Meets Her Match: Chapter 18: Catherine Jessa continued to apologize while I stood there wringing my hands and watching her dress. She said she was sorry for going back on her word – that she was fully aware that right after saying that she would do anything I requested, she had refused to do so. At least we were in agreement on that. From there she started talking about how she’d chosen a life in the public eye, saying that she knew there would be risks. She went on to say that she refused to be afraid of her shadow. I loved Jessa. I loved her dearly. But I hated when she lectured me when she was dressed. All I could do was stand there and listen. I’d never been so upset – or so worried. She was making a bad decision, plain and simple – risking her life, in fact. A short time later, I followed her out of the police station. As we rejoined the others, Dirk asked me how it went. “Not well. I always knew she was stubborn,” I complained, shaking my head as I walked by. I knew better than to let my emotions get to me – venting to Dirk might do that. I needed my wits about me. Hearing what Jessa might tell Nick of our conversation was important. “So, what was that all about?” Nick asked as she walked up. “It was nothing,” she told him. “Catherine is worried, that’s all. You remember the guy she was talking about before the parade … the young man who visited the killer? Well, she saw him along the parade route.” “Really? Here … in Stonefield?” he said. There was a touch of concern in his voice. “Yes, she said she saw him standing on a low wall.” As they continued to talk, Nick kept pressing Jessa for more information. It was heartening to hear that he seemed genuinely interested in learning exactly what I’d said. Unfortunately, Jessa was downplaying our exchange. For example, she didn’t mention that I had asked her to wear the vest. I didn’t want to be mad at her, but she wasn’t playing fair. I wanted Nick to know just how worried I was. After concluding that he’d heard everything, Nick shrugged. “I guess it makes sense that he’d be here. As a matter of fact, I think the entire state of Vermont is.” “I expect Catherine’s again upset with me. At least, I don’t think she’s going to take off this time. I certainly hope she doesn’t. I just don’t seem to be able to keep everyone happy.” I shook my head in disgust. I was sure her situation was difficult, but even so, I was genuinely concerned for her safety. Keeping me happy – that wasn’t at all what it was about. Jessa pointed at Dirk. “She’s probably over there bending his ear about what a bad person I am. But I’m glad she has someone to talk to. I like being that person, but I can’t always be naked.” “Damn you, Jessa,” I said to her face. “You don’t have to always be naked!” I felt like scolding her some more, only it served no purpose – she couldn’t hear me. I walked back to where Dirk was standing. I’d have to come up with a plan B. A minute later, Nick came over and reminded Dirk to put in his earbuds when he was talking to me. Dirk tried to engage him in conversation, but Nick just kept going. “Look at that! Now he’s blowing you off,” I said unhappily. It was as if we were both invisible. “No, he’s not,” said Dirk. “He’s busy. There’s just a lot going on.” A short time later, Jessa was up on stage. I’d followed her up there as it was a good vantage point from which to search the crowd. I was hoping to get eyes on the killer’s visitor. Jessa was looking at the row of folding chairs. The one closest to the podium had her name on it, written on a piece of tape. The chair next to hers was labeled ‘Officer Harris.’ I was glad that Nick would be by her side. He’d be right there to protect her, if need be. Next to Nick was Officer Bixler. I knew Jessa liked him. As far as I was concerned, he was a dirty old man. However, he was also a loyal partner. He’d proven himself when the chips were down. Still scanning the crowd, I followed Jessa as she continued on down the row of chairs. Next was Officer Guererro. I remembered her, Erin Guererro. She was the officer shot the morning of the arrest. Jessa had visited her in the hospital. Next to her was Captain Evers. Jessa scowled upon seeing his name. But I agreed; it made no sense that he would be receiving an award. Jessa had told me all the obscenities he’d yelled at Nick over the radio in Hammonton. If he’d gotten his way, people would have died that day – police officers as well as the killer. The next chair was for Tom Wynn. I’d never met him, nor had Jessa, but Nick had spoken of him. He was with the MCU division of the Vermont State Police – that much I knew. There were other chairs, but I didn’t recognize the names. Just then, I heard a familiar voice behind us. “Bix!” Jessa shouted running to where he was making his way up the steps. He was on crutches and appeared as if he was still learning how to use them. She gave him a big hug. At least she wasn’t naked. “Doing great. Leg’s healing, they tell me,” he said in response to her questions. “The crutches are as much for show as anything.” I expected that wasn’t quite the case, but it’s what he told Jessa. She directed him to his chair and sat down next to him. There was still quite a bit of time before the awards ceremony would begin. I imagined that I knew why Jessa was already up on stage. It was an oasis, of sorts. There, she was surrounded by the large crowd, but no one dared venture up the stairs to ask for an autograph. People were taking pictures, but from a distance. Leaving Jessa there, I headed off into the crowd to continue my search for the young man. Maybe Jessa was right. Maybe there was nothing to be concerned about. Even so, I was going to find him and follow him around. Anything suspicious, anything at all, and I’d have Dirk inform Nick. The police would be able to arrest him or get Jessa to safety, whatever the situation required. So, even if Jessa wasn’t willing to wear a vest, I could – fingers crossed – still keep her safe. Maybe I had an overactive imagination, but for some reason, that guy had all kinds of alarm bells going off inside my head. As I imagined it, he hated everyone that would be receiving an award. They’d all played a role in putting his father behind bars – at least I was pretty sure he was his father. An uncle maybe? That was another possibility. Ten minutes later, I had been everywhere in the vicinity and still had not located the guy. I decided that Dirk and I needed to have a conversation with Nick. Jessa had mentioned my concerns to him, but she’d made no effort to convince him of anything. Dirk and I walked up to the back of the stage. Jessa didn’t seem to be there, but Nick was. Dirk waved to get his attention. He came over, hopping down onto the grass so we could talk. Nick listened intently as Dirk explained the nature of my concerns. I even had Dirk tell him that I thought it wouldn’t be safe to allow Jessa to go up on stage – that maybe she shouldn’t be in Stonefield at all. After considering all we had to say, Nick again shrugged. “Let me know if I’ve got this right. Catherine’s worried about what someone who isn’t here might do.” “I guess…” Dirk admitted. He too shrugged. I punched him. I hated guys shrugging off my concerns. “If he were here, I could have an officer talk to him. But since he’s not …” Nick’s voice trailed off. “I know what I’ll do. Come with me. I’ll introduce you to Sergeant Truman and his partner, Officer Nasir. If Catherine finds this guy … or sees anything else at all suspicious, just let them know. They’ll investigate. Or come to me, but I’m going to be up on stage. I’ll stay glued to Jessa. If this guy wants at her, he’ll have to come through me.” I wasn’t completely happy with what he was proposing, but it was quite a bit better than nothing. I liked Nick, and he had a good point – what could the police do if the guy wasn’t there? Nick led the way over to two uniformed officers who were standing off to the side. I recognized Sergeant Truman immediately. He’d kept watch the night we’d stayed at the Stonefield Inn. Nick told them to believe anything Dirk said – no matter how unlikely it might seem – and to follow up on any suspicions immediately. That was heartwarming – to hear Nick talk so highly of Dirk – and by extension, me. After agreeing with Dirk that he should keep tabs on the two officers, I followed Nick back to the stage. “What was that all about?” Jessa asked when he took the seat next to her. “I think you know. Catherine has a bee in her bonnet. Dirk’s a good man. He’s doing everything he can to support her.” Suddenly I liked Nick just a little bit less, but at that point the Mayor of Stonefield advanced to the podium to introduce Governor Adams. As the Governor started speaking, my mind was jumping around. In the first place, I was peeved at Jessa. I’d asked for one small favor, but it had been too much for her. All I was trying to do was keep her safe. Why didn’t she trust my intuition? Why hadn’t she put the vest on simply because I had asked? “Think, Catherine, think,” I said aloud as I started pacing back and forth between Jessa and the Governor. I caught sight of Dirk. The officers he was shadowing had shifted to a position behind the crowd, so he was there, all the way across the square. Jessa’s family – my family – they were watching from VIP seats right in front of the stage. What had happened to the guy? It made no sense to me that he would travel to Stonefield for the parade but then leave before the ceremony. Frantically, I continued scanning the crowd. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement where it would be least expected, along the top of a two-story building just across the small plaza. It was the library. The head or whatever it had been had only been visible for a split second, but in my mind’s eye it was him. I stared at the same location, waiting for confirmation. Nearly a minute later I again saw something. Someone was there! “Shit, he’s on top of the library!” I shouted, anguish surging within me. The Governor kept droning on about this or that. He couldn’t see or hear the naked blonde yelling right next to him. “Damn you, Jessa!” I added, looking over at her. Dirk was of course my only hope. At breakneck speed, I leapt from the stage and raced to where he and the two officers were standing. They were just one building to the left of the library. “Dirk, he’s on the library!” I yelled as I approached. “I’ll go up and check on what he’s doing. Talk to the officers. Do your best to get them to the roof as fast as you can.” “Which is the library?” he asked. I pointed it out, remembering that he hadn’t lived in Stonefield for forty years – it was after all the ‘new’ library. I then took off, passing through a wall of glass to get inside. Seconds later, I was on the roof. As expected, he was there. Rushing over and standing next to him, I surveyed the situation. There were a couple of rifles next to him as well as a handgun. He also had a backpack. I imagined that it contained either more guns or ammunition, probably both. Off to the side was a large flat cardboard box. Likely he had used it to conceal the guns on his way to the library. “Damn you, Jessa!” I yelled down from the roof. “I tried to warn you.” She of course didn’t hear me. Even the man right next to me heard nothing. He didn’t even know I was there. I kicked him in the head. As expected, he didn’t notice. “God damn it,” I yelled again. I was pissed at the world. In the next moment, I was jumping angrily in place, stomping my feet on the flat roof. Being a ghost could be so frustrating! In a state bordering on panic, I raced back down to find Dirk. I had a decision to make. Should I have him bring the officers up to the roof to confront the man, or should I have him explain the danger and tell them to evacuate the center of town? I imagined the latter option would be a poor choice. If they believed him and tried to do that, the man on the roof would start shooting, picking off people one by one as they attempted to flee. A lot of people might die. The obvious course of action was to try and get the officers to the roof as quickly as possible. When I found them, they hadn’t even managed to get into the library. “It’s locked,” Dirk said as I came up. “It’s the fourth of July.” I saw Sergeant Truman eyeing him curiously, but it couldn’t be helped. Every second counted. “Well, the man with guns on the roof found a way in,” I said, hooking around the back of the building. Dirk and the others followed. The first door we came to was ajar. There was a small block of wood duct taped to the latch so that it wouldn’t close. Seeing that caused the two officers to draw their weapons. Suddenly, they seemed to be taking what Dirk was telling them seriously. “Okay, quickly to the roof,” I said. “But quietly. If he hears you coming, he might start shooting.” As Dirk began relaying my words, I pointed out the stairway. I then left them there, zooming back up to the roof. Fortunately, the gunman hadn’t yet opened fire. He was organizing clips of ammo next to where he sat behind the low perimeter wall. What was taking Dirk and the officers so long? A second later, I was in the stairwell with them. “Hurry,” I said. “Tell them that he looks to be wearing a protective vest. They’ll have to shoot at his arms and legs … or his head.” Without waiting to hear Dirk convey my words, I hurried back to the gunman. In horror, I saw that he had shifted up onto his knees. He had a rifle up, his elbows resting on the low wall. He appeared to be aiming at someone on stage. If only Jessa had put on a vest! And yet, she wasn’t the only person on that stage. I started screaming at the guy, furiously punching him in the face. Somehow I needed to stop him, only I didn’t know how. Behind me, I heard a door open. Looking back, I saw the guys exiting the staircase. They were still a good distance away, all the way across the roof. The man turned his head and glanced at them, but then he shifted his attention back to the stage. A split second later, he pulled the trigger. The loudest, most blood curdling scream I had ever emitted escaped my lips. It came from somewhere deep within – deep within my soul. Jessa looked up and our eyes met. However, it was too late. There was nothing either of us could do. In horror, I watched the bullet travel toward her as if in slow motion. It hit her full in the chest, knocking her back. Her body seemed to rise up. She hung in the air momentarily. Stumbling once, she fell limp backwards onto the stage. I even heard her head hit – a sickening dull thud. “Noooooo!” I shrieked, falling to my knees. I shuddered uncontrollably, anguish and sorrow wracking what little was left of my ability to think. I felt like I was going to die a second death. I’d seen this coming, and yet I’d been powerless to prevent it. The man took another shot and then another. The gunfire was deafening, each round piercing my heart. But then, seconds later, he lay next to me bleeding. With great effort, I turned and saw the two officers advancing toward us cautiously. Their guns were up as if they’d just been firing. Dirk was behind them. I looked at him, but then the world started spinning. I felt as if I might pass out. Jessa had been shot. Jessa Meets Her Match: Chapter 19: Darkness I’d never felt such pain. Everything hurt, my entire being – but all of it focused on my chest. And it wasn’t just the pain. I couldn’t breathe. Or maybe I was just not willing to risk finding out what would happen if I tried. Nick’s voice was in the air, words but no meaning. He was saying something, and yet, he wasn’t. Was I dreaming? And then I remembered the scream – so loud. It had been Cathers – piercing time and space. This time I was absolutely positive. I’d even seen her – briefly. She’d been on top of a building. Why had she been on top of a building? Why had I been able to see her? I tried to open my eyes, but maybe they were open. The world, everything was black. If I was dreaming, was I sleeping? Or was I dying? I wasn’t ready to die. Again, I tried to open my eyes. There were faces, dark shadowy shapes silhouetted against a blazing sky. I picked one and tried to focus. I felt a sharp sting. I glanced over. A man had just poked me in the arm. “It’s an IV,” he said, but then he raised up. “She’s conscious,” he added in a much louder voice as if talking to someone behind him. Conscious? Was I? Turning my head the other way, my eyes met Nick’s. “Am I dying?” I asked. He was looking at me, but he didn’t reply. Could he hear me? He didn’t act as if he’d heard anything. But then I realized what I needed to do. If I was dying, it was important. “Nick, look at me,” I said. He continued to look at me. “I love you,” I announced in the strongest voice I could muster. “Truly and deeply, I love you.” He looked up, but then back down. Had he heard me? Why wasn’t he reacting? But then he smiled. It was a warm smile, but one tinged with concern. “I love you too, Jessa,” he said, lifting a hand and stroking my hair. “But save your energy.” “But if I’m dying, I don’t want to save my energy. Talk to me.” “You’re not dying. You were wearing a vest. But why? Why are you wearing a vest?” “Cathers…” I sighed, allowing my eyes to drift closed. ***** A moment or a minute later, it could have been longer, I was being jostled onto a stretcher. Nick was there – holding my hand. I glanced around as I was being carried down the stairs. The center of Stonefield had transformed into a scene of complete and utter chaos. Chairs were tipped over; the crowd was mostly gone, their belongings as well as garbage strewn haphazardly about. Glancing in the other direction, I saw flashing lights. Sirens were blaring. “You’re going to be fine,” Nick said as the aide car doors closed. And then we were driving. I squeezed Nick’s hand – his presence was the only comforting thing in a suddenly frightening world. ***** The next I knew, the stretcher was being wheeled into a building. I looked all around for Nick. Oh, he was there, still holding my hand. I attempted to smile up at him, realizing what I needed. “Nick, I want Catherine. Find me Catherine … please.” I didn’t know if she knew that I’d gone back for a vest. There hadn’t been time to strip everything off to see if she was there. “I’ll try,” he said, lifting his phone to his ear. “Dirk, it’s Nick. Where are you?” Rotating the phone so his mouth was farther from it, he looked down at me. “He says Catherine is crying.” “Dirk, I’m fine,” I called out. “Nick, hold your phone so I can talk.” With his phone inches from my mouth, I continued, “Tell her they say I’ll be fine. Tell her I put a vest on … that she saved me. Thanks to her … I … What?” Dirk was talking. “Nick, I can’t tell what he’s saying.” Nick put the phone to his ear. “Is she still crying?” I asked.

Jill Pt 1 Thu Feb 9, 2006 03:15 151.199.7.138 One week after the wild night at The Pink PUSSYkat when Jill, Barbara, and Harry played Harry's Snip game, Jill met Steve for breakfast at a small coffee shop not far from the high-rise commercial bank building where she worked. She had revisited the events of the Snip game in her mind over and over, and found herself increasingly excited that she felt no shame but instead a wonderful feeling of release, a growing sense of power, and even a strong feeling of pride in herself. That night had certainly changed her view of herself. She had not heard from Steve, nor had she tried to contact him, until he called her the previous evening and arranged the breakfast meeting. She came more out of curiosity than anything else. She wondered what he wanted to say, and she was interested to find out what his attitude was toward the events of that night. Steve arrived promptly and they found a table and ordered. Steve seemed his usual casual, rugged self but also a little tongue-tied. They made small talk until the breakfast arrived, and then ate in relative silence for a few minutes. Finally Steve looked got around to the point of why he had called her. "You know," he said, "I've never had an experience like that night in my entire life, and I want you to know I wouldn't have missed it for anything. You were fantastic. And now I'm probably going to say something stupid. "We had a great time. But you impress me as someone who wants more of a steady relationship than I'm able to provide. I don't want you to think that I'm not attracted to you - I hope I made it clear a week ago that you attract me very much. But I'm not ready for any kind of relationship. I'll probably regret saying this to you for the rest of my life, but it's true. "I was married for eight years, and the last five were hell. We're divorced now, thank God, but when we were married, my ex-wife was terribly jealous, and there was nothing to be jealous of. It's not that I don't have the chance, given the business I'm in and all the girls that come my way, but I never cheated on her, not once. The marriage, the divorce, which was really messy, just everything about it made me gun-shy, I suppose. That plus the fact that I've thrown all my energy into developing my business and that leaves me little time for a personal life. Maybe it's not a good way to live, but it's the way I want it right now, and for the foreseeable future. "I think you're a terrific person, and you deserve better than anything I can offer you in a relationship. I can't imagine even seeing anyone on a regular basis. I just can't do it. And I think you deserve something much better than that. I feel a little guilty and more than a little stupid but I want you to know how I feel. No, don't say anything, let me finish. "I have a friend, Jeff. We've known each other for years. He was seriously seeing a Chinese woman who was over here studying American business methods. They were together for nearly two years, but about six months ago she had to go back to China, nothing she could do about it, and so they broke up. This may seem that it's coming out of left field, and it may be either none of my business or a stupid idea, but I've thought this past week that you and Jeff might hit it off. "He saw you the night you came in with Harry and Barbara and asked me about you. Of course, then I didn't know anything about you at all. He was only there for a short time so he has no idea what went on later. It's the first time he's mentioned an interest in any woman to me since his girl went back home. So I thought that you might, well, he's a great guy and he, oh, I don't know, I'm not good at playing matchmaker, but I thought you might like to meet him. "Here's the situation. I'm working on opening a second Pink PUSSYkat up the coast. I'm going to have to go out of town a lot for a few weeks, maybe several, and Jeff's going to watch the place here for me when I'm away. Eventually I'll have to get a full-time manager, but things aren't to that point yet. So Jeff's agreed to keep an eye on things for me. I'm leaving Saturday morning, and Jeff's coming by the PUSSYkat on Friday night to get cued in. I thought, if you’re interested that you might want to come by, maybe about eleven p.m. or so since he and I will be pretty well finished with what we need to do by then. "I won’t say anything to him about this or about what happened last week so everything will be up to the two of you if you decide to show up. Either something will come of it or it won't, but I thought you might like to come by and check Jeff out. Steve chuckled. "I know Jeff would be more than happy to check you out!" Jill wasn't surprised by Steve's "confession," having sensed that he wasn't a long-term sort of guy, and Barbara had mentioned Steve's troubled divorce to her. Jill thought Steve was sweet for being so honest and straightforward with her. She felt he was someone she could count on as a friend. Jill's curiosity was piqued by Steve's talk of his friend Jeff. She tried to think who he was but decided she just hadn't seen him, what with her nervousness at the beginning of Snip Night. She thought she might take Steve's advice and show up just to see what reactions she might cause. When Friday night arrived Jill considered carefully what to wear and then worked to give her ensemble a "special" touch. She got to The Pink PUSSYkat at just before eleven to find the parking lot nearly full. Inside, there didn't seem to be an empty seat in the place. Two topless dancers were dancing with abandon on the runway and getting a very enthusiastic response from the huge male audience. Jill made her way carefully among the tables, trying not to bump into any of the several scantily-clad waitresses or the men who were standing up or moving around for a better look at the dancers. She was able to navigate her way to the bar without incident, although a few of the men called "Hey, Baby" or "Hi, Good Looking" as she passed them. No one tried to grab her, and none of the comments sent her way were too rude, and she realized that Steve's place not only did a great business but that the patrons were fairly well-behaved. She found Steve sitting at the end of the bar nearest the stage in conversation with another man seated next to him who she supposed must be Jeff. She walked over and tapped Steve on the shoulder. He turned and when he saw who it was, promptly got up and gave her his seat. He greeted her and introduced her to Jeff, who acknowledged the introduction with obvious pleasure. He was a good-looking man, not as rugged or muscular as Steve but well built with humorous eyes and a nice smile. Jill ordered a margarita and Steve got it for her. Jill learned that Jeff had known Steve since high school, that they were close friends, and that Jeff (which she already knew) was going to be keeping an eye on the place for Steve during the next couple of weeks. He told her that his "real" job was working as an architectural engineer, a term she wasn't familiar with. "I'm the guy who figures out where all the plumbing goes," Jeff said with a laugh. "It's not very glamorous. What I really do is work with the architect and the builder first to see that the building design conforms to the requirements of its purpose for power, water, structural requirements, etc. Then I work with the builder to make sure that everything that's constructed conforms with the plans, agrees with the building codes, stuff like that. It's as much a blue-co1lar job as a white-collar one and the money is pretty good. Guys like me say the architect gets all the prizes and we do all the real work, but that isn't true. Most of the design stuff is done on computers now, so my main job is in the field working with the hard-hats. I like it a lot." They talked some more, and Jeff became more obvious about looking Jill over. Jill was basking in Jeff's attention. She was wearing a thin black semi-transparent blouse with large pockets placed strategically over each breast. Her black bra showed through the blouse but not where the pockets made the blouse opaque. The first two buttons of the blouse were open, almost but not quite revealing a glimpse of her bra. She also wore a mini-skirt with tiny black and white checks and a row of buttons from waist to hem. The skirt stopped at mid-thigh. She was bare-legged and wore black sandals. She watched until she decided that Jeff's interest was centered solely on her and not on any of the dancers who seemed to parade on and off the stage in a continuous stream. Jeff was leaning closer to her as they talked. She casually crossed her legs and a button on her skirt popped open, causing the skirt to gape at the top of her thighs. Jeff's eyes widened, and he suddenly had nothing to say. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" teased Jill, knowing exactly what was drawing Jeff's attention. She wasn't wearing knickers, and the gaping skirt demonstrated the fact conclusively. "Ah, your skirt…" Jeff began. "What about it?" Jill was really drawing this out. She looked down as if noticing the open button for the first time. "Oh, you mean the button." Jeff nodded. "It took me six months to train that button to do that." Jill laughed at the surprise on Jeff's face. "Well, no, actually it only took a couple of minutes." "You mean you really 'trained' the button to do that?" Jeff asked in amazement. "Sure," Jill answered casually. "I think I need a fresh drink," Jeff stated. "How about you?" Jill agreed, and he ordered two more margaritas. After they took a sip from the newly-filled glasses, Jeff asked, "Would you mind telling me how you go about training a button to do that? Call it professional curiosity from one engineer to another." Jill chuckled. "It's easy. Look. I'll show you." She reached down and opened the next button down the skirt and held the edge of the buttonhole up a bit, causing the skirt to gape even further. She relished Jeff's intense interest in what he was seeing. Jeff watched in fascination as Jill put the tip of her little finger in the buttonhole and twisted it back and forth several times. She withdrew her finger and looked critically at the buttonhole. "Not quite yet," she commented, and repeated the process until she was satisfied that the buttonhole was stretched to the degree she wanted. She uncrossed her legs and buttoned both buttons. "Are you ready for the great experiment?" she kidded Jeff. "Oh, you bet. I'm always interested in learning something new about design stress. Might be useful information in the future," he grinned. "OK, then, here goes." Jill slowly and elaborately crossed her legs. Both buttons came open and the skirt gaped widely. "I'd say that was a success; what do you think?" "Definitely," Jeff agreed. "I'm certainly satisfied with the results." "The real trick is to stretch the buttonhole enough so that the button will open when there is a little stress put on the skirt, like crossing my legs, but not stretch it so much that the button won't stay closed when I stand up. But that's really difficult, and I bet I overdid it. Let's see." Jill uncrossed her legs again, buttoned the buttons, and stood up carefully. The buttons popped open immediately. The skirt lay flat against her thighs as she stood without moving. She looked down. "See, that looks all right, even with the buttons opened. But watch!" Jill took a few steps backwards and the skirt opened with every movement. She stepped forward and the same thing happened. She shrugged and resumed her seat, the skirt gaping widely. "Any questions?" Jill inquired with a smile. "I know you wore that skirt with Steve in mind..." Jeff began. ”Never assume," Jill responded. "That might not be the case at all. In fact, Steve told me I might meet someone here tonight, and that's why I wore it." "That puts an entirely different light on the matter," Jeff said with enthusiasm. "Yes, doesn’t it?" Jill smiled. "Next question?" "What... uh, I guess I'm trying to ask, why you do it, I mean, training the button?" "Don't you like to watch my skirt open like that?" "Well, sure, of course. I mean ..." Jeff was obviously embarrassed. "Of course you do, you wouldn’t be normal if you didn't. Well, I like to show. I knew I was going to meet someone tonight, so I tried to make my outfit a little 'special,' if you know what I mean." "But you didn't know anything about me. We’ve never met before. I guess I just don't get it." "If my first impression wasn't favorable, I never would have crossed my legs, the button wouldn't have opened, you wouldn't have seen anything unusual, and I would have found an excuse to leave after a few minutes." Jeff digested this for a few minutes. "So I can assume we've made a good start?" he asked a little anxiously. Jill laughed. "I think you're safe with that assumption." "I'm still a little uncertain about your 'special' outfit. I mean, I think it's great, but I guess I still don't know what you're getting at, exactly." "If the button didn't pop open, the skirt wouldn't gape, right?" "Sure, I suppose." "If the skirt didn't gape, you wouldn't know I'm not wearing knickers," Jill explained, smiling sweetly. Jill Pt 2 Thu Feb 9, 2006 03:32 151.199.7.138 "I've sure never met anyone like you," Jeff said, shaking his head. "Does it bother you that I'm frank?" "No, no, it isn't that," Jeff replied hurriedly, "it's just that I'm not used to being in a situation like this, let alone talking about it." He thought for a moment. "I guess what I want to know is why you want me to know that you’re not wearing any knickers." "It doesn't mean I'm going to jump into bed with you in the next five minutes, if that's what you're wondering. Is it?" Jeff reddened from his collar to his hairline. "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind, but that's not it. I've never met anyone who not only wanted to show herself off like you do but who is willing, even eager, to talk about it." Jeff’s falling into silence then was an invitation for Jill to tell him more if she wanted to, but letting her take the initiative. He realized she had been doing that all along. "It's a fairly new experience for me," Jill admitted. "I'm not sure I can explain it, except that it's fun and I get a good sense of myself by doing it. I'm also interested in the reactions I get. If you had drooled all over me or tried to put some serious moves on me, I wouldn't be here talking with you like this. It all depends. Some men I wouldn't flash at all, out of self-protection. That's not really a problem here, because I know Steve will keep things under control. But in everyday situations, I have to be careful unless I'm with someone I know pretty well." "How long does it take for you to get to know someone that well?" Jeff asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. "Depends on the person, but in your case, I don’t think it'll take longer than, oh, two or three years, say." Jill laughed at Jeff's woebegone expression. She put a hand on his arm. "I'm only kidding. Don't worry, you’re doing fine." Jill was struck with the thought that during the past several minutes of conversation, Jeff had been looking at her face, not at her open buttons and what they revealed. He was really listening to her. "In fact, you’re doing very well, come to think of it," she added. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that," Jeff said earnestly. "Another drink?" Jill nodded and Jeff signaled for two more margaritas. "You know, I'm impressed," Jill went on. "You haven't looked down at my skirt for at least five minutes. You're allowed to, after all. You have my permission. My encouragement, even." Jeff looked down at her open buttons almost by reflex. He took a little time to appreciate the smooth skin of her thighs and the black curls framed by the opening in her skirt. Her skin was very white, and the black hair showed starkly by contrast. His body was responding to the visual stimulation, and he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself. "Do you always go without knickers?" Jeff seemed surprised at himself for asking that. "Knickers, with or without, is a serious and complicated topic that needs quite a lot of exploring, don't you think?" Jill laughed at Jeff's dumb-struck expression. "Perhaps it will help if I tell you that until recently I rarely went without knickers, but now I've decided that I don't like to wear knickers at all, except on very special occasions. In fact, I'll make a deal with you." "What's that?" Jeff asked, completely at a loss with this whole conversation. "Any time you find me wearing knickers, you have my permission to take them off, no, better yet, to tear them off of me, right then and there." Jeff’s mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. "You don’t believe me, do you?" Jill asked in an accusing tone. "You think I'm the kind of person who won't honor a pledge or keep an agreement. You think I'll go back on a deal." "No, no, I don't think that," Jeff blurted. "I'm sure you're someone who keeps your word." "What can I do to convince you, I wonder," Jill asked as if to herself. She thought for a moment until her expression brightened and she smiled brightly at Jeff. "I know. First, are you sure I'm not wearing any knickers?" "It sure doesn't look like you are!" Jeff exclaimed, again looking down at the gaping skirt and its two strategically open buttons. "Don’t you want to make absolutely sure?" Jill insisted. "Maybe you should check more thoroughly." Jeff paused as if uncertain what to do. He reached tentatively toward the gaping skirt, then stopped, keeping his hand poised above the opening. Then he moved his hand to the hem of her short skirt, resting his palm on her bare thigh. He fingered the two bottom buttons and then flicked them open so that her skirt opened fully and fell away on both sides of her legs. He slender but shapely thighs were entirely uncovered, and Jeff could easily see the juncture where they met and the black curls adorning the spot. Jill looked down approvingly and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, watching Jeff's eyes all the while. His eyes followed every movement of her legs with rapt attention. "Are you sure now?" she asked. "Are you completely sure?" Jeff didn't say anything but simply reached down and opened one more button. The skirt fell open to her waist, held on by only the top button at her waistband. The slight swell of her abdomen shone palely above the dark thatch of hair. "I don’t think there is any doubt about it now," Jeff said conclusively. "I'm glad you're convinced I'm not wearing any knickers," said Jill. "I hope you know that you always have the right to check. For now you'll just have to take my word about tearing off any you might find." At this point Steve came along and looked down at Jill's fully-open skirt. "I see you two are getting along," he chuckled, and went behind the bar and started taking drink orders at the other end. "I still don't think you're completely convinced that I'm a girl of my word," Jill complained. "I guess I'll have to find some other way to make you believe me." Again she thought for a moment, then turned to Jeff and said, "How about this?" Jill's hand moved to her black blouse and opened a button, then another, revealing a glimpse of her black satin bra beneath. "You know, Jeff, since I've stopped wearing knickers, except for those oh-so-very-special occasions, I've also discovered that I don't like bras very much either. And that's a big change for me, because I've always been self-conscious about my breasts because they aren't very big. I'm five-eight, and my measurements are 34 - 23 - 36. My bra size is 34 B. So I think it's a big step for me not to be ashamed of my breasts anymore." Jeff listened, as well as watched, as though nothing in his life had ever been so fascinating. "So…" Jill continued as she opened another button. She reached inside her blouse and unfastened one of her bra straps. "Would you mind getting the other one?" she asked Jeff sweetly. "Happy to," Jeff responded. He reached inside the blouse Jill held open for him and fumbled with the strap. His hand was electric against her skin. Jill swayed slightly against his touch. He managed to work the strap loose and drew his hand back. "Can you unsnap the back strap through my blouse? It shouldn't be too hard, there's only one hook. Just pinch it like you were snapping your fingers and Presto! It should pop right open." Jeff did as she directed and the results were just as she predicted. Jill took her time sliding straps and tugging elasti...il her bra was gathered at the front of her blouse. She managed to keep her breasts from showing, however. "Here," she said, pulling the bra free and handing it to him. He looked at her blouse but was disappointed to find that the pockets hid everything behind them. The blouse, though unbuttoned nearly to her waist, gaped only enough for him to get a hint of curving flesh and some tantalizing cleavage. "The bra is my little gift to you, a memento of the evening," Jill continued. "And if you ever find me wearing another one, you have my permission -- no, my request -- no, my demand! -- that you tear it off my body! Now are you convinced?" Jeff swallowed and took a big sip of his margarita. "All except for one thing." "And what could that be?" Jill questioned. "I'm not convinced that there was ever any reason for you to be se1f-conscious about your breasts. Of course, I haven't seen them, but. .." "I like you, Jeff!" Jill laughed. "Aren't you satisfied that I'm sitting here next to you with my skirt open to my waist? With nothing underneath, don't forget! Am I supposed to take my blouse off as well? Am I supposed to strip myself naked in public for you when we've just met? I think you've seen enough for one night. Just remember what I told you. By the way, when is Steve leaving?" Jeff's head was spinning. "Tomorrow morning early. Why?" "So that means you'll be here tomorrow night, watching the place for him. I might see you then." Jill got up from her stool and backed away from Jeff. She stood for a moment, letting him look her up and down, getting the full effect of her state of partial undress. Then she started for the door, her skirt opening and flaring back from her thighs as she moved. She touched Jeff lightly on the shoulder as she passed him and he turned to watch her make her way back through the room to the door. Several heads turned, suddenly struck by the view of her open skirt and what it revealed as she passed by. Jeff could see Steve standing by the door, and Jill paused to speak to him briefly. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before going out the door. Steve gazed after her and shook his head slightly, and no one would ever know what was going through his mind at that moment. Jill Pt 3 Thu Feb 9, 2006 03:41 151.199.7.138 Jill returned to The Pink PUSSYkat the following evening, waiting until almost midnight to arrive. The parking lot was nearly as full as the night before, but as she found a space for her car, she could see that quite a few people were leaving. She walked to the entrance and went inside. There was a large crowd, mostly in the area closest to the dancers' runway. All the tables were filled back as far as she was standing, but there were several empty tables and booths in the back. Jill threaded her way through the crowd and found Jeff at the bar, standing at the end next to the only empty stool. "Are you saving that for anyone special?" she asked Jeff coyly. "I think so," he replied. "It's yours if you want it." Jill thanked him and sat down. Jeff brought her a margarita without being asked. "I like your outfit," Jeff observed. Jill smiled prettily at the compliment. She was wearing a thin pale blue long-sleeved v-neck blouse made of a smooth clingy fabric. The blouse had four buttons from the v to where it tucked into her long beige wrap dress, which was attached at her waist by two buttons spaced about four inches apart. While she was standing, the skirt reached to mid-calf. As she sat down, it parted to show most of her legs. She was wearing nylon stockings and the parted dress revealed them nearly to their tops. Jeff spent the next half-hour doing a lot of running back and forth, helping at the bar, busing tables, working the cash drawer, restocking the bar, and acting as potential bouncer. He paused for a moment to refill her glass but was too busy to talk. Jill sipped her drink slowly and watched Jeff as he moved. He wasn't as obviously muscular as Steve, but he was clearly in good shape and athletic, as his Pink PUSSYkat logo T -shirt and trim khaki trousers demonstrated. By the time he was able to return to Jill's side, more than half the customers had paid and left. Jeff sat on the vacated stool next to her. "The dancers finish at one a. m.," Jeff explained. "They take turns performing from seven, and since there's always a dancer on the runway for those eight hours, it makes a pretty hard night for the girls. Of course, it makes a pretty hard night for the men too, but in a different way." They both chuckled. "We close at two on Saturday nights," he added. They chatted for a few minutes, and then Jeff was called away again about something to do with a check, and it was nearly one a. m. before he could take a full break from his duties. He finally was able to return to his seat next to Jill, clearly happy to do so. Jill sat with her legs crossed and absently ran a fingernail back and forth across her stocking just above the knee. "Oh, darn!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I've got a snag." Jeff looked down and, sure enough, the stocking was beginning to ladder up her thigh and down over her knee. "Well," Jill said, "there's only one thing to do." She spread her parted skirt wider until the tops of her stockings and the top garter clips showed, as well as an inch of bare thigh. She unfastened the clip holding the snagged stocking and lifted her leg so she could reach the second clip underneath. She opened the clip with a deft gesture and began to roll the stocking down her thigh. She rolled the filmy material slowly, pausing now and then as if to consider how she was doing. Jeff thought she was doing fine. She toed her shoe off her foot. Jill eased her foot out of the stocking and crossed her legs the other way. The contrast between her two legs, one stockinged and one bare, looked very sexy to Jeff's eyes. "I guess I'd better take off the other one," she said. "Or maybe you would like to, Jeff." Jeff needed no further encouragement. As he recalled, he had permissions, even demands, that hadn't even been mentioned yet. Removing a stocking shouldn't be a problem. Jill crossed her leg so Jeff could reach her garter clips more easily, and he wasted no time in unfastening them. Jill's thigh felt cool and smooth on top, but as he started to roll the stocking down, his fingers reached the inner part of her thigh, which was much warmer. Her legs were stunning! he thought. He rolled the stocking down and she dropped her shoe and lifted her foot for him to pull the stocking off. Her movement caused her skirt to open to the tops of her thighs. "Well?” she challenged. "I think I'm supposed to do some checking," Jeff said. He put his hand on her knee and slid it up her thigh to the very top, sliding the side of the dress back all the way to her hip. She was naked underneath. She laughed at the look of disappointment on Jeff's face. "You're disappointed because I'm not wearing knickers? Can that be true?" she teased. Jeff flushed with embarrassment. "That does seem pretty stupid, doesn't it?" he muttered. "I think it's kind of cute," Jill said, smiling at her joke. "You have to admit, it's unusual." "Everything about this is unusual," Jeff replied. "Well, perhaps, but I'm glad you remembered you are supposed to check," Jill said, "I really am. Checking is always important, you should remember that, and do it often. You just never know." Jeff glanced at Jill's blouse, but it was evident from her nipples poking at the thin fabric that she wasn't wearing a bra. Knowing Jeff was checking out her blouse, Jill slumped back against the stool, knowing the blouse would gape a bit between the buttons, giving Jeff a glimpse of the undercurve of her breast and of the skin of her stomach. She knew he would find the tantalizing peeks arousing, not to mention the shape of her nipples articulated in the fabric of her blouse. Jeff was confused. This wasn't what he had expected. Nothing this woman did was what he expected. He couldn't anticipate what she would do next, and he found that both disconcerting and fascinating. Checking her out. Checking… "I'll keep that in mind," Jeff said. "In the meantime, let me observe that you have incredibly beautiful legs." "Thank you kind sir, she said," Jill responded, smiling and sitting up straight. "Now, if you will excuse me while I go to the little girl's room, you might get us another drink while I'm gone. But before that, I need to do something with this skirt situation." She reached down and clasped the garter belt and rotated it around her waist until she could unhook it and pull it out from under her skirt. "There, that's better." She handed the garment to Jeff. "I'll be right back." She picked up her purse and walked toward the back of the room. Jill Pt 4 Thu Feb 9, 2006 03:49 151.199.7.138 Jill was gone less than five minutes. She was a bit disappointed to find that many of the customers were gone, but knowing Jeff as she now did, that was probably just as well. All the dancers had finished their last turns and retired to the dressing room off the back of the stage. Five of the ten waitresses who had been working the floor sat at a back table and were counting their tips. The others were still working, clearing tables for the most part. The three bartenders were cleaning up behind the bar and beginning to total their receipts. Only about a half dozen customers were left. Jeff nodded to one of the bartenders, who picked up a portable microphone and announced "Last Call!" Jeff picked up a fresh pitcher of margaritas and two glasses and led Jill to the back of the room. He chose the raised booth in the corner. After pouring drinks and sipping from them, Jill and Jeff looked expectantly at one another. "You come wrapped like a present," Jeff told Jill, indicating her outfit. It was then he noticed there was something different about it. "Do you like presents?" Jill asked coyly. "Oh, you bet. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait for Christmas. But I thought Christmas came in December." "What did you usually do with your presents?” Jill asked with a smile. Jeff reached out and opened the top button on Jill’s blouse. The edge of a blue satin bra came into view. "You see," she said, "it's always important to check, even a second time." "I'll certainly remember that," Jeff responded, as he continued opening the blouse buttons one after the other. The bra was a simple but expensive-looking garment with no decorative or support function. Jeff pulled the blouse away from Jill's slender torso and feasted his eyes on her shallow cleavage and smooth ivory skin. Jeff turned his attention to Jill's skirt, which was already parted nearly to the tops of her thighs. He spread the split of the skirt further apart until the split reached Jill's abdomen, revealing a pair of blue satin French-cut knickers matching the bra. He ran his hands over the front of the knickers and fingered the waistband, then the side seams, the leg holes, and finally the area of wetness between Jill's legs as she quivered under his touch. At last he reached behind her, grabbed a fistful of cloth over each buttock, and pulled savagely. Jill gasped. There was a sharp tearing sound as the knickers came apart. Jeff tore the knickers around to the sides, leaving Jill's ass completely bare. He tore both side seams out and then the front panel of the knickers, leaving only the waistband and the two elastic leg bands. Those he tore viciously. He tossed the scraps of cloth onto the floor of the booth. Jill lay back, her legs sprawled as if after sex. Jeff attacked the bra much more gently. He held one soft piece of cloth that served as a cup and easily separated it from the strap which held it, then repeated the process with the other cup, and finally held both cups and separated them from one another. Jill sat up and allowed Jeff to slide what remained of the bra away from her body. Jill's breasts were small but perfect. Jeff was enthralled by the lovely curves, the unblemished smoothness, and the upturn of her small nipples, which were very pink and hard, straining outward as if reaching for him. Jill watched Jeff as his eyes seemed to caress each millimeter of skin, and then gasped again as Jeff lightly traced a line with his fingers from the hollow of her throat down to her cleavage and then lightly around each breast in slow circles that narrowed until his fingers were pulling lightly at both her nipples. Jill arched her back and leaned forward in her seat, pushing her breasts into Jeff's hands which were caressing her so expertly. His touch was gentle but it set her on fire inside. She ached for him to take her breasts in her mouth, desiring his lips, coveting his tongue, panting for him to nip and lick and suck until she would go mad from his attentions. Instead, he paused and leaned back, gazing at her intently. Then he leaned forward again and kissed her mouth, his lips soft at first but becoming more demanding, his tongue flicking quickly against her lips and teeth, then plungng deeply into her mouth and entwining with hers. She responded immediately with her own tongue, probing deeply until both were breathless and had to break apart. His hands returned to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs flicked at her nipples. She tore at his shirt, ripping it open. She traced her long fingernails across his chest, then reached around under his shirt and clutching at his back as their lips came together, the kiss becoming more and more demanding. Jeff closed his hands over her breasts, hurting her the way she desired him to, but quickly turning gentle once again, caressing her breasts and nipples, running his fingers over her collarbones, touching the hollow at the base of her throat, moving one hand incessantly across and around and under and over her breasts until she could barely gasp. She felt a fullness begin in the lower part of her abdomen. She was becoming very wet between her legs. He had not yet touched her there. She ached for him to. Excruciating, exquisite torture. Jill leaned back, breathing heavily, as was Jeff. Jill's blouse lay fully open, her breasts enticing him, her skirt parted nearly to her waist as she let her knees relax and separate. Jeff smiled, enjoying what he was seeing, knowing there was still more to come. One of the bartenders approached the booth with the final receipts tally and the cooler key in his hand. He hesitated but Jill waved him on. He looked at Jeff, who shrugged and nodded. The barman handed Jeff the receipts for his signature and Jeff dutifully signed his name to each one while the barman couldn't keep his eyes from exploring Jill's revelations. Her long legs were stretched out, her skirt was open nearly to her waist, and her blouse covered nothing but her shoulders and upper arms. Jill stretched her body and arched her back a little, lifting her breasts until her swollen nipples seemed to point directly into the bartender's eyes as she smiled lazily with half-closed eyes. When Jeff finished signing, the barman muttered a stuttering "thank you" and reluctantly retreated to the other end of the room. Jeff poured fresh drinks from the margarita pitcher. "I never thought --," he began, but Jill interrupted him. "You haven't finished unwrapping your present." She remained half reclining against the back of the booth. Jeff bent over her, placing one hand back of her neck and lifting her head to meet his probing kiss. His other hand again caressed her breasts, very gently now. Her body began moving slightly under his touch. Jeff eased Jill's blouse off her shoulders and slid it down her arms until she was completely free of it. Her shoulders were smooth, while her collarbones were delicate, as were the bones of her arms, wrists, and fingers. His hand traced them all, and her entire body quivered. Her breasts, she soon discovered, fit exactly into his cupped hands, and equally well into his mouth. She clutched him spasmodically, urgently, as he caressed and kissed and fondled and sucked her breasts as she writhed beneath him. They both felt ready to explode. Jeff finally brought his fingers to the two buttons holding her skirt together. He freed first one and then the other, moving his hand down over her stomach and abdomen, probing her deep navel, tantalizing her by bringing his hand first closer but then further away from the tops of her legs. He stroked her abdomen and after what seemed an eternity to Jill, lightly touched the thick hair of her pussy, then ran his hand across the arc of her hip and down the outside of her leg to her knee, completely freeing her from the skirt. She was finally, completely, gloriously naked. It is at this point, dear reader, that modesty requires that we draw a curtain across the further activities of Jill and Jeff for the remainder of the evening in question, at least for the present. Never despair, however, for they will surely be found elsewhere in another place at a later time where their story may be told in all its fulsome detail. Until then, pleasant, and erotic, dreams. Harry.

Julie's Chronicles bynydrny© Julie's Chronicles Ch. 01 CHAPTER-1 Julie gets caught exposing herself at the bar. "I'm a mother of two, what's gotten into me!" Julie scolded herself, squeezing her thighs together to stop her soaked pussy from further leaking into her panties. The feeling of shame and helplessness shook her to the core.  She was raised in the south with good values, went to good schools and her good grades earned her a full scholarship at an Ivy League college.  Despite her above average looks and intelligence, she never got over of her self-esteem issues through high school and her college years.  Now that she was much older, when she looked back at her earlier years, she was convinced it was fueled by her best never being good enough by her parents.  She never had a boyfriend in high school, nor in college. She was never popular amongst the girls. She was an outcast! Being on the Dean's honor list semester after semester seemed to cause further rejection by her "not as successful" peers. She just did not fit in any circles, period! Some guys in college tried hitting on her. But lack of self-esteem had her reject them with such clever language that would outwit the smartest guy on the campus. They never tried again. The word got around. She was even labeled as a lesbian and she was out of reach, all alone.  But her smarts were not lost on one of her professors who was 20 years her senior. When he took her under his wings and showed care and listened, their meetings started increasing in frequency. And she opened up to him.  Her professor was a very understanding man with kind eyes, and a huge heart with a comforting way that exuded warmth when he spoke. And an authoritarian. And rightfully so. He was much older and wiser and was set in his ways. This trait of his was perfect for Julie as she was starving for guidance and acceptance. She was hooked! One thing led to another and they started having an affair shortly after she graduated from the business school.  It didn't take them long. They got married. She was 21, he was 42. She fell hard for him. Despite her family's rejections she married him.  He was a decent man, caring, loving, listening! He valued her mind. He never made decisions without obtaining her opinion. But at the end it was he who made the decisions, which she welcomed. She didn't have to worry about deciding. Everything, her whole life, was under his control.  What felt so good at the beginning started wearing off after two kids, nineteen years of marriage and lately, a non-existent sex life. He had turned into a total control freak. She lost all the self-esteem that she had seemed to have recovered, and hit the bottom.  Nothing she did seemed right. Short of scolding her in front of the kids, he would give it to her the moment they were alone. And he made sure she was punished for what she supposedly did wrong. Or she was punished for no reason to keep her in line.  Spankings started a month apart about seven years into marriage but increased in frequency and had become a weekly session. She dreaded the sessions, not only because of the humiliation but because it was so inexplicably arousing. And the release never came afterwards. She was getting more and more frustrated.  He would promise her a good fuck if she proved worthy, but the promise never materialized as she was never good enough at whatever she was tasked with.  He had her under his total and absolute control.  Having had children at such an early age, her body had recovered totally and she had a perfectly flat abdomen. The only proof that she had had kids, were her sagging C-cup sized breasts.  To help with her self-esteem, she agonizingly convinced her husband and received his approval to get her boobs redone. The implant surgery was done with the latest techniques where they went in through her belly button area and slide the medical devices under her skin all the way up to her boobs. It was a painful recovery but the results were perfect.  She now possessed a wonderfully round set of perky boobs with no stitch marks. But having a flat tummy in addition to the beautifully redone breasts didn't seem to faze her husband.  She worked out regularly to stay fit and to give her mind a rest from the home life. That was her only escape.  She was dying to find acceptance, desperately, by anyone... But she could not talk to anybody. She had no close friends and she could not confide in anybody at work. She felt all alone in the world, again, just like during high school and throughout college. All the spankings and the arousal that came with them, fueled her yearning for a good fuck. She was desperate. Lately, all she thought of, for better part of the day, was, sex, sex, sex... It was driving her insane. She would get herself off at every opportunity, whether at work in the lady's room or at home before her husband came home from work.  There were times she couldn't wait to get home. She did it in her car after work before driving home! She would make sure no one was around in the basement garage where she worked, pull up her dress, slide off her panties and finish herself off.  She would drive home with no panties and let her pussy juices remain on the driver seat. When she got into her car the next day to drive to work, her car would smell sex, which further caused sexual stimulation. When somebody accidentally rubbed on her boobs in a crowded elevator, men or women, she would instantly get wet and blush at her hardening nipples.  One weekend, as she was tidying and filing away papers, she stumbled upon her husband's old medical records. His doctor had prescribed him the blue pills. But they didn't have any effect on him. So the doctor doubled the dosage. But that didn't help him either. So they stopped the treatment. He was unable to get it up! She was furious at him for using and punishing her to hide his erectile dysfunction, and take all his frustrations out on her and punishing her.  "What an excuse!" she cried out loud. She was furious for having her life stolen from her.  If he confided in her, she could be such a supportive, loving wife. What a waste... Her mind was set. She was going to divorce him. She could. She was making enough money to comfortably support herself. But it was like a double life she was leading. She was very smart and successful at work, and a timid, submissive pussycat at home. This had to end! She was going to divorce him and move away. One of her kids was already away at college and the other was at an all-girls boarding school.  When her daughters came home for a holiday break, she waited for the right time to break the news to them. Her husband was out playing golf with his buddies and it was the right opportunity to sit down and have a talk.  The girls took the news with no surprise and told her that they had expected this sooner.  "Mom, you haven't even been sleeping in the same bed for years and the story of dad snoring too much isn't very convincing you know!" said her older daughter.  "And you are so unmistakably miserable!" chimed in her younger daughter.  After receiving her daughters' consent, she started looking for a new job. It didn't take long. Several phone interviews and video conferences later she accepted a job at a financial institution in New York City as a managing director.  At the end of her two weeks' notice, she had her divorce notice served on her husband at the campus where he worked and off she went to the airport with a suitcase of her personal belongings, to a new beginning... SoHo, NEW YORK CITY. It had been two months since Julie came to New York City. She had settled in nicely at work and started living comfortably, albeit alone, in her luxurious SoHo apartment.  After all the years of having been controlled and used, this was a welcomed change. She was in full control of her life now. It was going to take some time to get used to this new lifestyle.  She needed to start dating. But her whole life was an experience of loneliness and she was very rusty in the dating department. "Well, I never dated anyone really. Only my husband." She mused to herself. She went online and purchased a whole slew of sex toys. She was hooked on erotic stories on the web and not as much on porn. Erotic stories fueled her imagination and put her into a continuous state of arousal. She read mostly on exhibitionism and voyeurism. But also a lot of anal play and threesomes involving a man and two women.  Today was a Friday. She was ready for the dating scene. Her work week was over and she was happily walking down to the subway station, thinking possibilities.  She noticed a young girl, obviously headed to the gym, in a tank top that rode high in her mid-back and exposed her belly button. Her thin stringed thong was showing on the back of her tights. Her pink underwear was providing a nice contrast against her pale and smooth skin.  "How sexy she must be feeling wearing that thong," Julie thought to herself. "I wonder if she gets aroused with that thin strip of fabric constantly teasing her entrance as she walks!" And this thought gave an immediate erection to her nipples and she felt her pussy juices flowing.  The short subway ride seemed amazingly slow. She had to get home fast and get herself off. She was soaking wet by the time she got home. If she didn't have a panty liner on in her underwear, her juices would be flowing down on her inner thighs.  As she threw her keys down on the dining room table she had to sit down.  "I'm a mother of two, what's gotten into me!" Julie scolded herself, squeezing her thighs together to stop her soaked pussy from further leaking into her panties. The feeling of shame and helplessness shook her to the core.  After composing herself, she got up and went in to her bedroom. She undressed in front of her full length mirror and got fully naked admiring her beauty. She was determined she was going to get over feeling horny and shameful. After all, sex was a normal need for anyone, male or female. She was going to get laid tonight.  She had done her homework and made a list of bars near her apartment where the middle aged people hung out.  "Time to get ready," she thought as she proceeded to her bathroom after grabbing her supplies from her toy drawer. She wanted to be totally clean for tonight and be ready for any action, even anal play.  She hooked the thin water hose with the specially bent tip at its other end to the faucet. She turned on the water and adjusted the water temperature. She positioned the hooked tip to the opening of her rosebud and pushed on the lever to let the water enter her.  She didn't feel dirty. She felt sexy. Very sexy. She visualized the water entering her bowels the sperm of a man exploding inside her ass and the thought shuddered her body. She had to finish this quickly and get herself off.  After several iterations, the water started coming out crystal clear. She was totally cleansed and ready for any type of action the evening had for her. She wanted all her cavities filled. She was desperate to feel cum inside her, all over her tits, on her face, in her mouth... She took a shower and lathered her pussy with moisturizing shaving cream. Taking a fresh razor, she decided to have a fresh shave and get rid of all the pubic hair that had a three-day stubble.  With all the pulling and tugging at her pussy lips during shaving, and spreading the shaving cream all over her pussy, she was getting even more aroused. She started rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.  The slippery feeling of the shaving cream felt so sexy. She started rubbing the shaving cream all over her abdomen, her swollen breasts, up her neck, down her armpits. She was covered all over with the slippery cream as she caressed herself with both hands.  Bending over to reach her ass, her pussy lips flicked behind between her clenched buttocks, which heightened her sexual desires. Reaching behind, she played with the opening of her ass, making circles. She could take it no more and decided to go one step further. When she inserted the tip of her middle finger into her ass it felt great and she was amazed how easily she had penetrated herself in her aroused state. She imagined herself being in the shower at the gym, late at night. Thinking that she was all alone, she was fingering herself. Her back was against the shower wall, her legs apart, one hand pinching her nipples, the other deep in her pussy.  She caught a glimpse of a young naked woman in her peripheral vision. The intruder had a mesmerizing smile on her face as she sat down on the bench facing the shower. Julie's mind was flooded with shameful thoughts as she quickly withdrew her fingers from her sopping wet pussy and closed her legs to hide her sex from the intruder's view. Their eyes met. The intruder looked at Julie with glossy eyes. Julie realized that the young woman was totally turned on with the sight of stumbling into this masturbation scene. The woman moved forward on the bench, opened her legs and started rubbing her pussy. "Continue please, don't let me interrupt you. You're so sexy!" intruder cooed.  "How long have you been watching me?" Julie managed to say in an embarrassed tone, still clenching her legs and covering her breasts with her hands. "Long enough. You were so into it, it's such a turn on. I was intrigued by hearing your low moans. And then I peeked. And now we're both caught. I want to cum with you. Please continue, I want to see how you climax!" Julie was already on the verge of an orgasm. Nodding her head in agreement, she opened her legs, tilted her pelvis towards the young woman for a full display and inserted two fingers into her pussy. The shameful feeling turned into full lust as Julie started pumping her hand while kneading her breasts playfully, never breaking eye contact. The intruder was mimicking every move Julie made and she started moaning with the sight of Julie nearing climax... The shower scene in her head was too much to bear. She tried to shake the scene out of her mind but she was too aroused. She was getting week in her knees. Julie squatted down and gave her back against the shower wall. She ran her fingers down her slit and entered her pussy with her index and middle fingers. Finding her g-spot, she started rubbing it rapidly with increasing pressure. She climaxed with a gushing orgasm. She sat on the shower floor and let the water run all over her body while she recovered. She rinsed and got out of the shower and dried herself.  She was still aroused. It was like ecstasy on steroids. Even a gushing orgasm fueled by the shower scene fantasy wasn't enough.  She was dying for more.  She headed straight to her toy drawer. Selecting a medium sized butt plug, she grabbed a bottle of lube and went right back into the bathroom.  She lifted the toilet seat, placed the butt plug on the front ledge of the ceramic, applied lube to her ass and positioned herself above the butt plug and lowered her ass to meet the tip.  She was about to experience her first anal invasion. She took a deep breath and lowered herself slowly while holding the plug base in place with one hand.  When she felt a little pain, she realized she was going too fast. She raised herself and tried again, much slower this time. When it started hurting, she went back up, found courage and went back down.  Her legs were shaking. But she was amazed that it was getting easier with each push. She realized she was starting to open up. When it started getting painful on the next push, instead of getting back up she held still and let her sphincter relax.  She found her rhythm. The pain went away and arousal consumed her body. She fantasized being slowly ass-fucked by an experienced lover and this tipped her over the edge. This was too much foreplay for her ass on her maiden voyage. With one final push she impaled the remaining part of the bulbous plug. She felt full, intoxicated with fantasies filling her whole being. She was near insanity with desire to climax again. She got up on trembling legs and bent over against the mirror in the bathroom. She turned her head to look at her ass. All she could see was the round base that was holding the butt plug from disappearing altogether in her ass. And her shaved pussy was on full display under the black circle hiding her rosebud. Her pussy was glistening with her juices. She felt great.  She smiled against her reflection in the mirror.  "You're going to get fucked tonight, you horny slut!" she said to herself, her grin going from ear to ear.  She went to her toy drawer and removed two items. One was a good sized dildo in the shape of a real dick, and the other was a powerful cordless vibrator with a large cylindrical head.  She applied ample amount of lube all over her pussy. She turned on the vibrator to its highest setting and started shoving the dildo in and out of her sopping wet pussy.  The vibrations and her two holes being fucked took her into another dimension. She was swimming in ecstasy, eyes half closed, mouth half open, vibrator assaulting her clit, dildo destroying her wet pussy, butt plug making her feel filled everywhere.  She almost passed out when she climaxed. Her knees buckled and she collapsed on the floor, legs spread apart, dildo still inside her, vibrator still in her outstretched hand vibrating against the carpet. She didn't want this to end.  Once she calmed down, she was glowing. A happy feeling consumed her entire being. It was time to get ready and go out. She showered again and cleaned up. She wore no bras. She didn't need to. Her perky breasts were going to be hanging free tonight.  She put on a lacy thong and decided to keep the butt plug in. It made her feel sexy. She wanted all her holes plugged tonight.  She put on a sparkly top that displayed some cleavage but not too revealing either. She didn't want to look like a total slut on her first night out.  She wore a pearl necklace, matching earrings and a tight miniskirt that rode about six inches above her knees.  "Nice sexy lady, but not a slutty whore," she said out loud. She felt good, really good! And sexy! She put on four inch stilettos and dried her hair. After putting on light makeup she took one final look and took her reflection on the mirror all in.  It was now or never. This was it. Her time had come.  She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed straight for the bar.  At nine o'clock at night the bar was in full swing. Dimmed lighting and crowded atmosphere gave her more confidence and she blended right in.  She saw an empty seat at the bar and seeing no drinks in front of the seat, she assumed it was unoccupied. She sat down and placed her bag on the counter, waived at the bartender.  The bartender was a young girl with big boobs. She wore short shorts and a tank top with deep cleavage. Her midriff at full display, she was dressed to kill to ensure good tips. Guys eyed her out constantly.  Looking at her ass-cheeks that were showing through the bottom of her shorts, Julie's mind dove into the fantasy world. She wondered how she would feel groping those butt cheeks, licking the crack, sliding down and putting her tongue into her rosebud. She felt her nipples push against her blouse and she became self-conscious. She looked down at her blouse. "Darkness is my best friend," she smiled. "What'll you have love?" the bartender asked and woke Julie up from the fantasy world.  She managed a courageous smile and said "A vodka martini, please, love!" right back at her.  She was amazed at how she was able to be playful with the bartender. If she couldn't pick up a guy, perhaps she could make a move with the bartender? As Julie started swimming in the fantasy world, the bartender turned around and left. But she came back two minutes later with a big sexy smile and served the vodka martini. She quickly collected the money, winked at her as if she was wishing her good luck, knowing what Julie was after, turned around and left again.  "I suck at this," thought Julie. She couldn't even get the attention of a twenty something year old for more than two seconds. Julie turned around on her rotating seat and started scanning her surroundings. The place was full of people, men and women. A total meat market.  Fear was starting to engulf her. How was she going to do this? How was she getting laid tonight? She couldn't go and strike a conversation with a guy. She never had! Her earlier memories came flooding to her mind. If a guy approached her, just like she did in college, she would say something to repel him quickly.  But she came here to get laid. Not to repel guys. She was desperate for a solution.  An idea came to her. A plan!  She grabbed her bag, got the attention of the bartender, and made a gesture for her to hold on to her drink.  She went to the lady's room, locked herself in one of the stools and took both her breasts out. She reached for her iPhone and took a selfie of her breasts, a close up that did not reveal any of the sparkling top she was wearing. She checked the selfie to make sure it was a good picture. Her perfect breasts were pushed up by her blouse and looked even perkier. Her areolas were puffy and her nipples were erect. She was going to be an anonymous exhibitionist.  But something was missing...  Imagination!  Bare boobs were something, but were they going to be enough to cause a reaction she craved? She reached into her purse, took out her lipstick and wrote on the soft skin of her cleavage. "Cum here!" She snapped another selfie, checked it out again, and was satisfied. A big sexy smile formed on her face. She decided not to wipe off the lipstick from her chest.  She put her breasts back in her blouse and looked down. Some of the lipstick was out in the open. That was no good. Not on her very first try in exposing herself. She wasn't that daring yet. She took her boobs out of her blouse again, and using her spit and some toilet tissue she wiped off the writing and flushed the toilet with the evidence in it. "Let's see how this is going to turn out," she said to herself. Her heart was racing. She was scared and aroused at the same time. Mission accomplished, she returned to her seat at the bar.  Keeping her phone under the overhang of the counter, she selected the selfie and hit "airdrop everyone". She waited for any unaware victims to show up on her screen. She really was going to expose herself!  Three iPhones nearby popped up on her screen. Two women, one man.  "That's a thought," she wondered in ecstasy. Perhaps she should expose herself to a woman. But a quick assessment of the situation revealed logic that those women are more likely seeking a man than a woman. And exposing herself to a totally un-expecting woman can have dire consequences.  But you never go wrong exposing yourself to a guy, "Almost never!" she smiled into the darkened room. The time had come. She selected the guy and pressed on his icon on the screen.  She immediately hid her phone upside down in her lap and reached for her drink. Her heart was beating so fast it was about to burst through her chest.  She couldn't look anywhere but stare at her lap, thinking "Oh my god, what have I done?" But there was no turning back the clock. The fun, or the disaster was about to begin.  A moment later she heard a man shout.  "Whoa, yeah baby, look at this!" the man screamed with joy over the crowd.  He was in his late thirties with a bald, shaved head and a trimmed beard holding his phone up. He could not believe what just happened, out of the blue, totally unexpected. He had a huge smile on his face as he showed the picture to his buddies and started scanning the place.  She was so wet and aroused, she crossed her legs trying to contain her pussy juices, a trait that became a habit lately. She was blushing a crimson deep red. She bent her head low to hide her face with her hair while she was acting as if taking a sip of her drink, but with a trembling hand.  At that instant she felt a guy hug her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing his mouth just behind her ear, and making full contact with his cheek against her hair.  "I saw what you did," said the man, whispering into her ear.  She didn't even have enough time in her anxiety to process what was going on. She tried to flinch and look up to see who this guy was. But his grasp was firm. He held her in place. To any onlookers, they looked like a loving couple, the guy caressing his girlfriend or his wife from behind and they were cheek to cheek.  He had a bass baritone voice. Although he was whispering into her ear, his voice boomed in her brain.  "Don't move! And don't turn around to look at me, understood?" Ordered the man.  She was so scared at being found out, all she could do was to shake her head in agreement. Her legs were trembling with adrenalin. She forgot about sex for the first time in a long time. She didn't know what to do. She was paralyzed.  Tightly hugging her from behind, still cheek to cheek, the man reached into her lap and pried her iPhone away from her hand. She just let go, helpless... "So you want to have fun!" the man said, still holding her tight around her waist, and pressing his chest against her shoulders. "You're going to be my slut whore tonight and you're going to do exactly as I say," said the booming voice.  She shook her head again in agreement. She was so scared. Well-honed submissive feelings engulfed her. She was going to obey anything this man was going to ask of her.  "Go to the lady's room. Take your panties off. Shove three fingers into your pussy. I want to smell your juices. And bring your panties to me." And don't try to turn around and look at me. Understood? Head down, no peeking!" She shook her head again in full obedience. He released his grip slowly, her phone still in his hand.  She turned her seat the other way, put her head down and headed straight to the lady's room.  She was shaking uncontrollably in the stall. She had to compose herself. She had to calm down and do what this stranger asked of her. Tears started trickling down her face. What had she gotten herself into? She tried to compose herself and find reason. "You started this nonsense, you dig yourself out of the mess you created."  But how? She felt so helpless. The only way forward was to comply with this stranger's demands for the time being.  She pulled up her skirt and hooked her fingers on both sides of her hips and rolled her underwear down and slipped it over under one foot, then the other. Having taken off her panties, and feeling the butt plug in her ass, she went right back into the ecstasy world. She pulled her head up in defiance, confidence coming back to her. Her fingers slid into her pussy easily as she was incredibly perplexed and aroused by this stranger's invasion.  She took her fingers out and brought them to her nostrils. Her aroma was intoxicating.  She went back to her seat, head down. She took her seat. She didn't dare looking around. A moment after she sat down, she felt his arms around her waist and they were cheek to cheek again.  He placed his hand palm up on her lap and she put her wet lacy thong in his open hand. He closed his palm, engulfing the tiny cloth in his closed fist and reached his pants' pocket and deposited the soiled item. He brought his hand back to wrap around her waist again, tightly. With his other hand, he lifted her still glistening hand in a kissing gesture and smelled her fingers.  "Good girl," the whisper boomed in her head.  Placing her phone in her hand, he ordered her again; "Slide forward in your chair, open your legs wide and take a picture of your pussy and ass," the bass baritone voice whispered in her ear.  She shook her head wildly, NO!  He held her still. One of his caressing hands traveled to her boob and squeezed hard. "Do as I say!" She was so confused, so wet... She slid all the way forward on her seat, opened her legs as wide as she could under the circumstances, and snapped the selfie he commanded.  Still cheek to cheek, the man took a look at the picture under the counter. He saw the glistening wet pussy and the butt plug.  "You horny slut!" the man exclaimed.  "Nice touch with the butt plug!" "Find another guy and send it," he said, tightly embracing her, still cheek to cheek.  She went through the same routine, this time selecting another man. She was helpless, trembling in this stranger's embrace. "Yoo-hoo," shouted the victim. "Oh my god, look at this," he raised his phone for all around him to see. And started scanning the bar just like the other victim did.  She was shaking uncontrollably. The man held her tight.  "You did well," the booming voice whispered.  When her trembling subsided, he gave her a gentle tug. "It's time to get out of here. Head down, do not look at me!" "What's with this guy?" she screamed in her head. "Why can't I look at him? Is he that ugly?" And another thought struck Julie. "Oh my god! Is he someone I know? Is he saving me the embarrassment? But if so, why the second selfie with my bald pussy and butt plug?" The thought was too much to bear. Tears started running down her cheeks again.  Whatever the reason was, she figured she would soon find out who he was and what her fate was with this stranger.  She shook her head in agreement again. He caressed her waist tight against his side, her head buried in his shoulder. They walked out, like two lovers with not a single care in the world, leaving all the commotion behind.  "Which way?" he asked.  She pointed her finger in the direction of her apartment.  "Is it near, or do we need to take a cab?" "We can walk, it's right around the corner," she timidly answered.  Giving her ass cheek a squeeze, he said, "I like your voice!" She could feel he said it with a smile. It put her at ease. "I like your voice too, it's so sexy, so commanding!" She said with a low, husky voice.  He chuckled in response. They walked like lovers, tightly hugging each other, arms around one another's waist.  When they came to her apartment building he asked, "Which apartment?" "6K."  "Go in and await my instructions. Tomorrow is a big day for you!" he said giving her ass another squeeze.  She was so aroused, and wanted him so badly. Whoever this guy was, she didn't care. She wanted him to have his way with her tonight. "Aren't you coming up?" She managed to say.  "No!" He said. "You'll be a good girl tomorrow and do everything exactly as I order you to."  "How am I going to find you?" "I'll be in touch. Not your concern. Go!" Remember, head down, no peeking!" She didn't dare look up. She didn't quite understand why, but she obeyed. She wanted to please him. She kept her head down and went into her building. She closed her apartment door, leaned against it with her back and kicked her shoes off. Closing her eyes in exasperation, she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.  "Well, that didn't go too well did it?" She said out loud with a sad smile that held such a weight on her shoulders.  But she was also hopeful and curious about tomorrow. Tonight was such an amazing night, a first in her adventures, she was actually happy how things turned out.  She exposed herself and didn't get caught, well almost, except the bloody stranger.  Although she did not wind up in bed with Mr. Bass Baritone, the thrill was exhilarating. She was so tired of the adrenaline that coursed through her system all night, she felt like she was cramping in all her muscles, including her pussy walls. She smiled a happy smile. Was he going to really going to reach out to her somehow? How? Did he take her phone number while she was in the lady's room? Her mind was going a mile a minute, running through scenarios in her head. Or was it a fun play for him and he was never going to look her up. She couldn't even go back to the bar and look for him, she never saw his face! She cleaned her makeup, took the butt plug out, and took another shower to calm down her nerves. Her mind busy, intoxicated with tonight's events, she didn't want to play with herself. Exhausted, she went to bed with a Mona Lisa face, half smiling, half worried, and went into a deep sleep. SATURDAY Julie woke up late in the morning. She was still groggy from last night's events. She reached her phone to see if there were any missed calls.  Nothing! She checked her SMS message icon.  Nothing! No new messages. Giving in and giving up, she decided to check up her emails. Among many unread messages, the one on the top was from her building's email notification system. It informed her that an envelope was left for her at the concierge's desk downstairs. Her heart started pounding in her chest. She got up, didn't even go into the bathroom to pee. She quickly tied her hair into a ponytail, put on a t-shirt, no bras, and slid into a pair of blue jeans, no panties. She slipped on her flip flops and headed to the elevator bank. The concierge smiled and reached for her envelope. He somehow knew what she came down for. His eyes were fixated on her hard nipples poking through her t-shirt. She noticed his gaze, but didn't care. She was busting to pee. The thought of torturing the guy with playful casual talk while he was fixated on her boobs came to her mind. But if she didn't go up that very moment she would cause herself embarrassment. She was desperate to pee. Saying a quick "Thank you!" she turned around and went into the first elevator that came down.  Once she was safely inside her apartment, she rushed straight to the bathroom. Lowering her jeans, she let go. Oh what a relief. It felt good to pee. She imagined herself peeing on Mr. Bass Baritone's dick. "I'm such a slut!" she screamed with joy.  She was still holding the envelope in her hand. Sitting on the toilet, she opened the envelope eagerly with anticipation. "Good morning slut!" 3:00PM, this afternoon. Middle Century hotel, downtown, room 1211." Key card inside the envelope." Dress in a sexy blouse with deep cleavage, no bras." Tight miniskirt, no panties." High heels." Go inside the room, take your clothes off. Go on all fours on the bed, face buried into the pillow, ass up in the air, pussy on full display, butt plug in!" Both hands on your butt cheeks, pulling them apart." I will find you in this position exactly at 3:00PM." No matter what happens when I enter the hotel room, do not raise your head or try anyway to look at me." Stay still or I will punish you!" She didn't know whether to be scared or happy. What was this sick bastard up to?  There was only one way to find out. She had to go with her instincts. He had a very sexy voice and if he wanted to really hurt her, he already would have. While he had fun with her and had her expose her pussy and her plugged butthole, he actually saved her from the crowd.  Trusting that he was going to give her the fucking she desperately needed, she decided to comply. She had plenty of time to get ready. She read the news, answered few work emails, spoke to her daughters and ensured them that all was well. After breakfast she went through the same routine as she did the previous night, cleansed herself and playfully put the butt plug in, this time more expertly! She dressed exactly as ordered. When she looked in the full length mirror she blushed. While she looked very sexy, she was dressed like a porn star. How was she going to go out like this? She took a wide brimmed hat and put on a large pair of sunglasses. She was desperately hopeful that none of her neighbors on the same floor would see her leaving her apartment dressed like this in the middle of the day. She opened her door and peeked out. Her heart was racing. Making sure there was no one in sight, she quickly locked her apartment door and went to the elevator bank. The seconds felt like a lifetime. She went in the elevator, thankful that she was alone. She pulled down her miniskirt and adjusted her boobs in her blouse one last time to ensure that her areolas were not visible on her cleavage.  She was so nervous, so wet... When she came down to the lobby the concierge was smiling. Obviously he watched her at his desk monitor, through the elevator's camera.  If she was going to go out like this, she had to have a brave and confident look. "I should have taken my boobs out for him in the elevator," she said to herself with the afterthought. She returned the concierge's smile, nodded her head without saying a word, held his gaze for a moment to acknowledge that she knew he watched her in the elevator, and headed out of the building with a very sexy, seductive walk. She quickly hailed a cab while everybody on the sidewalk was looking at her, especially men, with admiring glances.  Getting in the car, she decided to flash a young man nearby who was mesmerized with the way she looked. She opened the door, put one leg in first to ensure her miniskirt rose up. She opened her other leg wide and took two extra seconds climbing in the cab. The shocked smile on the young man's face got her juices flowing.  She had a huge, satisfied smile on her face. She hoped that the young man also caught a glimpse of her butt plug. She was feeling very sexy and horny. At 3:00PM she was in the exact position demanded in the letter. She was anxiously waiting to see what was going to happen next.  At least he chose a clean, upscale hotel, but with a decoration of the middle ages. The hallways looked like a castle's corridors, or a dungeon's! Worried feelings came all over her again. What if this man would hurt her somehow?  "No!" She thought, "Not this day and age, not in downtown New York."  She tried to calm her nerves, ass plugged up in the air, face buried in the pillow, hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. She started laughing a nervous laugh. She jumped with stinging pain from the sudden smack on her but cheek.  "What are you laughing about, you slut?" Said the familiar bass baritone voice.  Not a sound from scolded Julie. And she wasn't laughing anymore.  He slammed his palm against the other butt cheek with another loud smack.  "I asked you a question!" "I was laughing at myself. Look at me! Ass plugged up, in the air, waiting for a guy I never saw. Don't you think this is funny?" She wondered how funny her situation was or wasn't going to be when he held her hair by the back of her head, lifted it up a bit and placed a hood over her head in one swift motion and cinching the string under her chin, cutting all vision around her.  She was so scared. She came here to play and to get fucked, but this guy put a hood over her head? Sick bastard! How was she going to get out of this? She was running through a thousand scenarios in her mind when she realized that she was able to breath easily. There was a big cutout where her mouth and nose were. She found relief that at least her hands and feet were free.  Before she could finish her thoughts, as if he read her mind, he started placing Velcro cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Before she grasped what was going on, he quickly fastened her wrists behind her back.  "Keep your head on the pillow and spread your knees apart," He commanded.  She complied. He pulled her ankles further out. This last move frightened her. What was he planning? Her heart started racing and she started perspiring. Julie started worrying more when she felt him walking around the bed, smacking what sounded like flogger against his pants' leg, wondering where and how to start. What had she gotten herself into? Mr. Bass Baritone started swirling the flogger on the bottom of her exposed foot, tickling her. She was ticklish to start with and with her heightened senses the feeling was more intensified. She couldn't help but let out a giggle as her foot jumped. Wham! The flogger hit her ass cheek with such force, she cried out in pain. "Ouuuuccch!." "Hold still!" He roared. He brushed his flogger against her pussy lips and then parted her pussy with the handle of the flogger. "I see!" Said the man, "We are wet and ready!" He started lowering the tips of the flogger and swinging them to dance on her calves, giving Julie tingling sensations. He moved up her legs, went over her lover back and down the other leg, never going near the butt plug and not touching her pussy.  His brushing the flogger all over her lower part of her body drew Julie into ecstasy. She started moaning and tilting her ass out every time the leather straps of the flogger came near her pussy. She was eager to accept whatever this man had in mind. Her pussy was soaking wet, her insides were constricting and making her more aware how deeply settled the butt plug was in her ass. The flogger moved onto her upper back, to her shoulders, and started swinging in the air and coming down in light smacks against her butt cheeks every time he traveled down from tickling her upper back.  At first she easily tolerated the light whipping of the flogger, but as the repetitions increased her ass cheeks started burning, and her pussy juices started flowing out of her pussy. Just like when her husband spanked her. But this was different. This man was not her husband. He wasn't punishing her. He was using her as his sex toy. And she was hell bent on pleasing him. She desperately hoped that a good fuck would follow. He held her head by the hood and had her bite the handle of the flogger. Now it was dangling out of her mouth. "I'm going to untie your hands and get you up. Not a move unless commanded, understood?" She nodded her head a couple of times to indicate she understood. "I asked you a question!" He smacked her butt hard with his open palm. She winced but did not move. "Understood?" "Yes!" She tried to say as best she could, with the flogger in her mouth. "Yes Sir! you will answer." "Yes Sir!" Came the muffled reply. "OK. One more time. I'm going to untie your hands and get you up. Not a move unless commanded, understood?" "Yes Sir!"  He unfastened the clasped hooks that were holding the Velcro straps joined. He led her off the bed into a standing position at the foot of the bed. There she was, a hood on the head, unable to see, nipples erect as if they were going to pop out of her areolas, and a soaked pussy, with juices running down on her thighs. Taking the flogger out of her mouth, he shoved it on her inner thigh with its handle to indicate that he wanted her legs apart. She complied. She felt his presence all around her as he walked around her, taking mental notes on her body, as if he was a slave owner. It was true though. She felt like a sex slave to him. "No," she thought. She "was" a sex slave to him. She wanted to be used, to please him, so he would reward her at the end. He grabbed her wrists and clasped them together in the front and without saying a word. He attached what felt like a rope to the ring on the clasp. He led her to the bathroom door, stood her under the door frame, and turned her around to face the hotel room. She had no idea where she was in the room exactly, or what was going to happen next. Julie felt his body so close to hers, she flinched.  "Shhh" whispered the bass baritone voice. She could smell his breath. He raised her hands above her head, bringing the door to the almost-close position, pulled the rope tight over the door tying the end on the inside and closed the door behind her. Her hands taut, high above her head, she thought she got what she wished. She was his sex slave. He started at her wrists with the back of his hand, his nails making contact with her skin.  He brought his face so close to her face, she felt his unmistakable presence all over her body. She felt an electric shock coursing through her body when she felt his open palm cupping her pussy firmly. He held her just like that for an eternity, his face so close, her pussy melting in his palm. Her legs were shaking. He moved his face away while keeping her pussy in his palm. His face moved towards her armpit. She felt his tongue at the center of her armpit where she was the most sensitive and ticklish. When the tip of his tongue touched her and started twirling it in such a tease, she found her knees buckling and handcuffs straining under her weight. "Shhh" said the bass baritone voice once more. His tongue moved to the side of her swollen breast, making contact just where the smooth, bulbous boob meets the armpit and tickled her along the side. This man was driving her insane. She was so turned on, she was moving her hips forwards and backwards in a humping motion against his palm. He pushed his palm against her pelvic bone, pinning her against the door. "Shhh, hold still" "Yes, sir," came the strained reply. Moving his palm up, soaked with her pussy juices, he traced her slit with his middle finger, came back down and slid his finger into her pussy. He face still at her armpit, rested his tongue for a second and started moving towards her areola traveling through the side of her round breast with the lightest of a touch. She turned in a subtle motion towards his mouth, desperately hoping that he would take her nipple into his mouth, suck her nipple, bite it. He made a circle with the tip of his tongue around her areola, and without touching her nipple he traced his tongue down to underside of her breast, leaving her to crave his mouth on her nipple. His face moved away from her body. The only remaining contact between them was his finger in her pussy. He started finger-fucking her slowly. She thought she was going to go blind. As she started matching his rhythm, he suddenly removed his finger and walked away from her, leaving her breathless, her head in the hood, still tied up against the bathroom door, butt plug still inside her, pussy dripping... She never wanted to be fucked this much, and she was so close to being fucked, and he moved away? What was going on? Not a sound in the hotel room. Just their breathing. Hers heavy, his steady. It seemed like eternity. No movement! "Sir?" she called out. She pulled against her strains. Nothing! "Sir?"  She was starting to freak out, and she was about to start yelling and screaming and curse him out... She felt his breath on her lips. She had just opened up her mouth but words never came. His mouth was so close, she could smell his breath, feel the hunger in him, he was about to give her what he needed. She hoped... He cupped her face gently in his hands, tilting her head sideways just a little. She felt like she was in a safe cocoon inside his hands. She felt the slightest touch of his lips on her half open mouth, barely touching. He just stood there, savoring the moment. She was mesmerized. Conflict raging through her head, bound like a slave, with the most romantic light kiss, still on her lips.  The man had him... She was melting... His face moved, his lips still with the light touch against her mouth, making small circles around her lips with the slightest pressure.  He brought his tongue out very gently and made contact with her lip, making her feel how much he desired her. He traced his tongue along the outer edges of her lips and then started kissing her lips softly. Lifted his mouth off, tilted his head a bit and kissed her again, and tilted his head the other way and kissed her again, and again and again... This was the unspoken communication between the two bodies that understood one another feelings. To love, to be loved...  She was overwhelmed with emotions. There they were, in a hotel room, having sex, kinky sex, bound and hooded. Ass plugged! And this guy was kissing her as if they were two teenagers in love. And then it her. This guy was really making love to her. Emotions ran through her like never before. Her husband never kissed her like this, never this tender, never with so much love.  She started crying and kissing him back. She kissed him back more, and more, and more. She matched his rhythm, kissing pulling back, coming back together, kissing...  Their tongues met in the warmth of their mouths. They touched and twirled around with a sensuous dance, separating and going away to explore the smooth pearls, letting each other feel the sharpness of their front teeth, enjoying the sensation of teeth on the tongue and then coming back together to twirling tongues just like a couple of figure skaters coming back together to entangle and twirl more. She wanted to hug him with her arms, but she was still bound, so she did the next best thing. Holding on to her restraints, she jumped and wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him together and continued kissing him. He was caught in the heat of the moment too. He started kissing her back desperately with hungry kisses. He grabbed her thighs around his waist and ran his hands along to her ass cheeks.  She held on tight. He started kneading her ass cheeks. She felt the butt plug starting to move around slightly and giving her sensations she had never felt. His hands were exploring her body. She was bound to the door, hands over her head, legs wrapped around his waist, and he was still kissing her hungrily, caressing her back, her boobs, her ass. He was going wild all over her body. And she was loving it. They were lost in the moment of heat. And she felt his throbbing penis at the opening of her pussy, pushing, teasing, testing... "How did he... when did he get undressed?" thought Julie in her crazed state of mind. But she didn't care. She pulled herself up a little with her arms against her restraints, pushed herself up with her legs just enough, squeezed him in just a tad more and positioned her pussy against his erection. And he pushed hard, in one swift move. She let out a moan as the testimony for years of denial. Her head was spinning. With every push she was feeling as if she was having an orgasm after orgasm. It felt so good, she was so hungry, she didn't want this to end.  He slowed his motion and came to a full stop when he felt Julie was starting to get tight around his penis. He knew she wasn't going to hold out too long. And he pulled out.  She cried out a cry of lust, a cry of disappointment, a cry of unfinished business. She wanted his dick right back inside of her pussy where it belonged. She was so close. How could he torture her like this? He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and brought them down on the floor. She was still convulsing with desire. He reached up and undid the rope from her restraints and brought her bound hands down. Her arms were stiff and in pain but she didn't care.  "I want you back inside me!" she whispered inside her head, not daring to say it out loud.  He pushed her shoulders down and made her squat. Her pussy was on full display, with puffy lips and her erect clit poking out of its hood. He positioned his dick in front of her face and her mouth eagerly and automatically opened up. She cupped his balls with both her cuffed hands and took his throbbing dick as deep as possible inside her warm mouth. She started lightly massaging his balls and tickling the back of his balls with her index fingers where they are most sensitive. It didn't take long for him to respond to this amazing stimulation. He started bucking forwards and backwards as she started face-fucking his dick. She moved her hands to her pussy and got her fingers totally wet. She then came back up and started making small circles on his ass with her wet fingers. She felt he deserved a prostate blow job.  He let out a moan with multiple contacts on all his genitals and she sensed he was getting ready to explode. She started sucking him faster and ran both her hands on his dick as her mouth continued her magic on him. He stopped her, helped her up from her squatted position and led her back to the bed in trembling legs. He re-cuffed her hands behind her back and put her on the bed, head down, ass in the air, legs apart. He started running his hands roughly on her thighs, smacking her ass cheeks and running the back of his hands against the sides of her breasts. He was driving her insane. He climbed up on the bed, settled between her legs and parted her ass cheeks with both his hands. He was stretching her butt cheeks with the palm of his hands, her pussy lips were getting pulled apart and putting the glistening opening on full display. She knew he was getting more and more aroused by the way he was handling her pussy and ass rougher and rougher, hungrier and hungrier. Just when she thought he was going to start fucking her again, he shoved his tongue deep into her wide open pussy and started licking her insides, tongue fucking her...  Until his tongue got tired. It felt so good. She could orgasm right there if he was able to do it for another minute. But perhaps his tongue wasn't tired. What if he sensed that she was about to climax? He started kissing and sucking her pussy lips and moved on to her clit with his tongue. "Ohhhhhh," cried Julie. It felt so good being eaten for the first time in more than ten years. Tears started rolling down her cheeks again inside the hood.  His face was still buried in her pussy, licking the slit, going up and sucking her clit, which drove her wild. She was bucking under his tongue.  "Oh yes, suck me, lick me, you are killing me!" "Quiet!" Ordered the man and slapped her ass cheeks with both hands at the same time with quite a force. "Ouccccch!" She cried. "Quiet, I said!" the man and repeated the assault. Having learned her lesson, she didn't utter another sound. And his tongue dove back in, directly stimulating her clit. Not to get spanked, she didn't dare make a sound, but she started matching his tongue's moves. Every time he licked her up, her ass wiggled down, every time his tongue went down her ass went up in anticipation for contact with her clit. He decided to take the assault up a notch, he continued sucking and licking her clit, and agonizingly slowly slid two fingers into her wet pussy, making her feel the penetration. Nice and easy, slowly in slowly out. She didn't know what to feel. She couldn't name the strange feeling or describe in her mind how good it felt. She was on a different planet. Her pussy was being invaded by living flesh, not one, but two fingers, going inside, spreading wide, coming almost out and plunging back inside, but so slowly, making her feel that she was a woman, desired, cherished. This man was taking his time giving her pleasures she never experienced before in her life. While his face was still buried in her pussy, he reached out and unfastened the clamp that held her hands bound behind her. She brought her arms forward. They were aching but the pain was so intermingled with ecstasy. She didn't have time to dwell on pain right now, she was enjoying his tongue, fingers and mouth in and all around her pussy. He pushed her sideways and made her lie down on her back. He climbed on her and pinned her arms over her head with one hand and positioned himself between her legs. She was waiting in anticipation for him to enter her again, and claim what was his since last night, for the second time. She was so ready and hungry for him, this torture had to end and she needed relief now. He lowered his mouth to her face and they started their hungry kissing again. She felt that kissing while her hands being pinned down was such a turn on, she started biting his lips slightly against his soft kisses. His hands were running all over her smooth skin and making her feel ticklish on her sides and under her ribcage. He discovered that she was ticklish directly above her knew caps too.  He lifted her legs up, bending them at the knees, pushing her knees up and under her armpits.  He entered her with such force. She cried out with pain. Or was it pain? Or pleasure? Or both? God, it felt so good. She was delirious. He pounded her like she always dreamed of being fucked, with animalistic desires. He was fucking her so mercilessly, she felt her cervix was hit with every push. He tasted her armpits and sucked on her nipples as he fucked her, kissed her, consumed and devoured her.  Strangely, she never asked for the hood to be removed.  Her perfectly round, erect boobs looked straight at him. Her stiff nipples invited his teeth. He could hold no more. With soft swirls of his tongue he encircled her soft areolas, slightly sucking and biting each nipple in turn. She was squirming under his body, writhing in pleasure.  Her wet insides were so tightly wrapped around his dick. He felt his balls getting tight. He was getting close. He started fucking her faster and harder, continued to bite her nipples. And that brought her over the edge.  She wrapped her legs around his waist in such a crushing strength and held him there. He was still inside her but could not move. Her convulsions seemed as if they were never going to end. She was screaming and trying to move her arms in an effort to set them free. If she could free her arms, she would definitely dig her finger nails in his flesh with the uncontrollable contraction of all her muscles in her body. This was a sex fueled crazy series of spasms, with sounds that didn't have a spelling in the written world, but were clear signs of extreme relief. When her climax subsided, he started pumping in and out of her slowly, helping her come down to earth and slowly recover.  As soon as her breathing calmed down, he started pumping harder as he was over stimulated physically and psychologically, all his sensory systems on high alert.  It was his turn to start making strange sounds, while squeezing her boobs and biting her hard nipples, while at the same time running his nails lightly above her knees to make her convulse in pleasure.  With all the animalistic moves and feeling his weight on her body, she was turned on again and she started matching his moves. She brought her cuffed hands over his head and started grabbing his ass and help him pound her pussy harder and harder. When she felt him stiffen and let out a lion-like roar, she came simultaneously with another shuddering orgasm. His semen filling her wet pussy brought her to a climax even stronger than the first time.  Panting, he collapsed on top of her, out of breath, but still inside her, still hard. A moment later he started pumping in and out of her, ever so slowly, while kissing her mouth softly. After they both came down from their climax, she decided it was time to remove the hood from her face. He held her hand.  "No!" he said.  "It is better this way. You never know when or where you may find me again. But you'll know my voice" And you will obey my commands!"  Wait in anticipation." I saw your clever plan in exposing yourself last night. I will come up with more dares for you, and have you seduce someone I choose." She opened her mouth to speak but he put his finger on her lips. "Shhh, not a word." With that, he got up, still sticky with their juices, got dressed and left the room.  She was still on her back on the bed, feeling good with the afterglow. Cuffs still around her wrists and ankles, butt plug still in her ass, hood on her head. She decided to lay there a while longer, in sweat, and his cum leaking out of her pussy. She was about to take the hood off her head when she heard a key on the door.  She decided to keep the hood on thinking it was him. She heard footsteps towards the bed. A hand grabbed her left hand and tied it up against the leg of the bed with a rope. Same was repeated with the other hand, and then her legs too were bound. She was spread eagled on the bed, still with the hood on her head and the butt plug in her ass. She wasn't frightened this time. She was happy he was back.  She felt a set of lips on her left breast nipple and she let out a moan.  And she felt another set of lips on her right breast nipple... And two sets of hands started running all over her body... And she couldn't move... Stay tuned...

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 12, Outward Bound “Mmm, coffee,” Nick said, momentarily interrupting our ardent tongue kissing. I laughed. I wasn’t about to climb off. I’d had my caffeine fix. His could wait. After some scrumptious morning intimacy, we showered together. While Nick soaped my breasts with his large but still a bit too gentle hands, I glanced around, admiring the luxurious, roomy bathroom. His hands moving down to between my legs caused me to spin around to ensure that he would end up similarly clean. A short time later, Officer Truman, or Clay, as he suggested I call him, delivered breakfast. At Nick’s suggestion, I had dressed so that he could come in. That had been a surprise. Hadn’t Nick been attempting to show him my naked body the prior evening? The three of us ate together, again on the porch rather than around the table. Clay still wasn’t asking about why I had been naked the day before in Hammonton. I was curious about that. Blushing, I decided to ask. “Nick told me that topic was off limits,” he explained. “You can tell me, if you like, but I’m not asking.” I looked up and my eyes met Nick’s. I could tell he was wondering how I was going to handle the situation. “Just a very unusual set of circumstances,” I replied, my tone as serious as I could manage. He nodded. It was a non-answer, but it was all I had. I still couldn’t imagine revealing the truth, and I couldn’t think of a lie that I might be able to sell. I kept hoping that something would come to me, but I wasn’t expecting it to. There was simply no reason why a girl would strip off to enmesh herself in a police action – especially one involving gunfire – other than a ghost. I was starting to think that – due to all the evidence – I might be able to come clean. And yet – possibly for selfish reasons – I wasn’t ready to share Catherine with the world. Quickly concluding that my own life was too awkward to talk about, I turned the tables on Clay and started grilling him about his background. Like Nick, he’d always lived in Vermont. Maybe that wasn’t so strange, but it differed markedly from my experience. If I counted my summers in Vermont, I’d lived in four states. Clay had also gotten divorced, but he was remarried. His life was complicated in that he was attempting to be an involved father to three children – two from his present marriage and an older daughter who lived in New Hampshire with his first wife. I tried to lose myself in his story, but most of what he was saying went in one ear and out the other. But even though my mind kept drifting, the night in the hotel had served its purpose. I felt rejuvenated. Not only that, but I was happy. Finally, my relationship with Nick seemed to be headed in a positive direction. But even so, that didn’t mean that I was ready to leave and face life on the outside. I wasn’t. Unfortunately, that was the plan. Not having any idea of what I should do, I decided to trust Nick. He seemed to have a plan. It involved going to the police station. To evade the paparazzi, he was going to travel alone, driving the police cruiser. I’d follow with Officer Truman. Riding in his personal car and wearing our civilian garb, we’d (hopefully) fly under the radar. And it worked perfectly. As we approached the police station, I saw the media camped out in front. Officer Truman and I slipped in the back, via the city hall entrance. The atmosphere inside the station was completely different than the other times I had been there. In the first place, there were three or four times as many people present, uniformed officers as well as those in civilian clothing. Some work seemed to be taking place, but the vibe was that of an office party. Much to my consternation, it was quickly obvious that I was the guest of honor. “What the heck?” I demanded of Nick, pulling him aside. “Everyone wanted to meet you. I couldn’t very well…” “Yes you could! I can’t take this. You’re protecting me from the media, but then you do this to me?” Just then, a large shipment of donuts arrived. I recognized the name on the boxes: Damon’s Donuts. “Oh, Nick. This is so cliché. Cops and donuts,” I remarked as everyone swarmed the delivery person. There was coffee as well – of course there was. “Not for us. Well … for us … but mostly for Catherine,” he said. “I ordered her favorites.” I rolled my eyes. I’d heard it all before. “I suppose you’re wondering if she’s here.” “Is she?” “Should I get naked? So we’ll know?” I asked, raising my eyebrows and whispering so that I wouldn’t be overheard. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes grew wide. He glanced around. He was a terrible actor. “You didn’t actually think…?” I asked, leaving my sentence hanging. “What? Me?” “Yes, you. Don’t act all innocent.” I was dumbfounded. Had he actually thought that I might do that? Undress right there in the police station? “I need the restroom,” I said, excusing myself. Fortunately, the ladies restroom was a one-person affair. I locked the door. After relieving myself – I really did need to go – I stripped off. My eyes met Catherine’s. She was leaning against the wall, smiling supportively. “You’re doing fine,” she said. “Don’t let it get to you. Nick loves you and he’s a good guy. Trust him.” “I’m not so sure. And what makes you think he loves me. He hasn’t said so.” “He doesn’t need to. I see it in his eyes.” I considered that, wondering if she was right. His divorce had been painful. His guard was surely still up. Indeed, I was similarly cautious. The ‘L’ word for me – it was problematic. And not just in regards to my mother. “And he got me donuts!” “Oh, Cathers! Please don’t tell me that you can be bought!” “Give me a break. I saw the look in your eye when he called you, Muffin. Initially, you looked angry, but then…” “I don’t want a nickname, certainly not ‘Muffin.’” “I think you…” “Do not!” “Whatever. But you looked so happy in his arms. And it wasn’t just the sex. I’m sure that was good, probably great. But that’s not why you’re happy or why he’s in love. And you’re in love too. And now you’re upset … because he ordered donuts?” I started laughing. She was funny. And he probably had ordered the donuts for her. Not to buy her affection – because he thought they’d make her happy. There certainly weren’t any muffins there. I’d already checked. Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Just me. Are you alright?” It was Nick. I let out a sigh, nodding to myself. I needed him. With him, I could face the future. Alone? I didn’t even want to think about that. I unlocked the door, peeking out through a narrow crack. No one was with him. Staying hidden behind the door, I pulled him inside. “Oh, good. She is here,” he said, sizing up the situation. “She is,” I confirmed. “Hi Cathers,” he said, looking almost in the right direction. “Back at you, buddy,” she replied. “I put two plates, and coffee, in the conference room. You can go and enjoy them. If you’d rather … I’ll bring them in here.” “I’m not eating donuts in the bathroom. That’s just plain weird.” We both started laughing. Actually, all three of us were laughing. A short time later, after putting my clothes back on, I slipped into the conference room – the same one where I’d first attempted to talk Nick into helping me find my great aunt’s killer. I closed the door and locked it. As promised, there were donuts – two plates. Each held the expected three donuts: one with chocolate glaze and sprinkles, an apple fritter, and a traditional New England maple donut. “Your favorites,” I said, doing my best to be happy. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was there. I sat with my back to the glass that faced back into the offices. As far as everyone knew, I was alone. I imagined that it looked as if I was expecting someone, given that there were two plates. I picked up the apple fritter and bit into it. Damon’s Donuts – they were good. As I took a second bite, I pulled out my phone and started fiddling with it – to look busy as much as anything. I avoided the news sites. I didn’t need to see more articles about the ‘Naked Policewoman.’ I heard someone try the door knob, but I didn’t look. Keeping people out – that was why I had locked the door. A moment later, Nick entered, extracting his key from the knob before closing it behind him. “Umm…” he said. He had a troubled look on his face. I waited, but he didn’t continue. “Spill,” I said. Something was amiss. “The donuts. That’s not really why we’re here.” I felt a tightening in my stomach. How many times was I going to have to learn that I couldn’t trust Nick? “I’m sorry, but I had no choice.” “Nick?” I asked, standing up and glaring at him. I knew it had to be bad if he was apologizing first. “The Chief has questions … legitimate questions. He needs to talk to you. He’ll be here at ten-thirty.” “Not happening.” “You have to. Like I said, legitimate questions. You don’t have a choice. I don’t have a choice.” “I’ll take the fifth.” Nick still didn’t know how obstinate I could be? “Jessa, you’re not being charged with anything. Just answer his questions.” “Nick, you’re not listening to me. I don’t want to spend time in jail, but… Let me put it this way. No more games of naked Rock, Paper, Scissors. Certainly not with the Chief of Police. You put me in a room with him, I’m taking the fifth. I end up in jail, so be it.” “Jessa, that’s not reasonable.” “It’s not? Taking the fifth isn’t reasonable? Doesn’t it exist so that persons, such as myself, can’t be forced to provide self-incriminating information?” “You’ll be fine. Just tell the truth.” I glared at him. “Okay, here’s the truth. I’m going to exercise my right to remain silent. End of story.” “Jessa…” he pleaded. “Nick, why do you keep doing this to me? I trust you. You betray me.” “So, are you asking me to decide between my career and you?” I turned away from him. After a few more awkward moments, I said, “Starting now, I’m taking the fifth. How do I contact a lawyer? And … by the way … I don’t want you telling them anything either.” Nick didn’t respond. I could feel his eyes boring into my back. The uncomfortable silence in the room went on and on, but I had made up my mind. “Okay, Jessa. I guess you give me no choice. I’m not sure what will come of this, but I choose you.” His words surprised me. What did they mean? I kept my back to him. A moment later, I heard the door open and close. Glancing back, I saw that he had gone. I was again alone in the room, just me, my unseen ghost friend, and our donuts. I sat down and took a big bite of the glazed one, the one with pastel sprinkles. I had no idea what Nick was going to do, but I was taking the fifth. And if Nick thought I wouldn’t, then he was about to learn a lesson that my mother had learned long ago. I could be a stubborn bitch if I wanted to be. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I heard a tapping on the glass. Looking over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of red hair. I was Nick’s friend, Kim. She pointed to the door. I got up to let her in. “If it’s not Jessica without the ick,” she said, slipping quickly inside and closing the door behind her. “You and Cathers sure kicked some butt yesterday.” I frowned. “So, what did Nick tell you?” “Don’t worry. We’re getting you out of here. But we don’t have much time. Nick says you have to be gone by ten. He’s asked me to help.” “Oh, thank you, Kim,” I said, emotions bubbling up within me. “Don’t thank me,” she said, reaching for me, giving me a hug. We didn’t know each other all that well, but she seemed to understand. And she knew about Cathers. “God, I’m proud of you,” she said. “That took guts, real guts, but you pulled it off! You and Cathers. What a team!” I broke down in tears. So much stress, and I felt like such a freak. But it was nice to be reminded that maybe what we’d done made sense – on some level – at least for those in the know. “Cathers?” she asked, pointing at the second plate of donuts. I nodded. “But you can’t see her, right?” “Not without…” I said, grabbing my shirt and gesturing up as if I were going to take it off. She smiled. “I’m so jealous of you.” I almost spit coffee. “You are?” I’d never heard anything so ludicrous. We talked for a bit and Kim filled me in on the plan. “Among all the talk about not wanting to be questioned, Nick tells me that you’d like to visit Officer Bixler, so we’ll do that. He’s in the county hospital. About a forty minute drive.” “But…” I said, walking over to the window and peeking out, “…the media. They’ll follow.” It appeared as if word had gotten out that I was inside. And it wasn’t just the media. For every reporter, there seemed to be ten or twenty curious onlookers. The police station looked to be surrounded. “That’s where Lainey comes in,” said Kim, pointing toward the offices. I turned and looked. Kim was indicating a blonde police officer. “She’s going to trade places with you.” I looked the woman up and down. Noticing me, she lifted a hand in greeting. “She doesn’t look at all like me,” I observed. “Close enough. She’s blonde.” “But…” “We’ll make it work. Dressed, no one knows what you look like.” She probably hadn’t intended to knock the wind out of me, but that’s exactly what her words did. I couldn’t get the next breath – not for the longest time. I was the Naked Policewoman. Bulletproof Breasts – all that. Yes, life as I knew it was over. A minute later, Lainey was in the room. ‘Officer L. Morgan,’ her badge read. She and Kim started tag-teaming through an explanation of the plan. The problem was, I had a hard time following the details because it all hinged on the premise that she and I looked enough alike to fool people. That seemed to be a major flaw. Lainey was blonde and about my height – the resemblance ended there. She was going to put on civilian clothes, and then she and Nick were going to run out and race off in his car, drawing the media away. Moments later, Kim and I, both dressed in officer’s uniforms, were going to slip out and get in a different police cruiser for the drive to the hospital. What could go wrong? Being glad that I had Kim on my side, we went to a different office – one without all the interior windows. There, Lainey undressed and I tried on her uniform. As my underwear stayed on, Cathers never came into view. Lainey’s uniform was loose on me, but it didn’t swallow me as Nick’s shirt had. I liked that there was an officer’s cap for me. With Kim and Lainey’s help, I got my hair up in a bun. The biggest issue seemed to be shoes. The closest thing I had to what the officers were wearing was a pair of leather sandals. They were open-toed, but it helped that they were brown. I’d painted my toenails recently, but fortunately I’d gone with a clear polish. I’d just gotten it on, when the door opened and Nick slipped in. I’d been so mad at him, but that had changed. Suddenly, I was getting my way. “Thanks, Nick,” I said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. A faint smile appeared on his lips, but there was concern in his eyes. “I’m not sure how this plays out, but it’s fine. I love you.” Taken aback, I blinked, looking over at Kim. Had Nick just said that he loved me – in front of Kim and Lainey? He’d said it quietly, but they’d surely heard. I rose up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. My feelings for him were deep, but I wasn’t ready to reciprocate, not after what had just happened. But even so, a warm feeling spread throughout my body. Not only had he said he loved me, he was suddenly behaving as if he did. “Thank you,” I said. It probably sounded a bit hollow, but it came from the heart. A moment later, he and Lainey left to implement step one of the plan. Kim and I stayed behind, peering out the window to see how the media would react. Well, to my surprise, it worked just as they had hoped – which bothered me. It reinforced the assertion that everyone knew what I looked like – naked – not clothed. Apparently, Lainey’s blonde hair had been enough. I was also surprised that none of the other officers said anything as Kim and I were leaving ¬– not about how I should be staying until the Chief returned. I decided that maybe they hadn’t known that I was supposed to be questioned. But anyway, we got away, and that was what mattered. “Nick’s in love with you,” Kim said once we had cleared the city limits. I shrugged. “That’s what he said.” Kim looked over at me, curiosity in her eyes. Fortunately, she seemed to sense that it wasn’t something I was comfortable talking about. We ended up with a leisurely drive up to the hospital. Truth be told, it was almost like an out-of-body experience for me. Not only had Nick picked a most unusual moment to inform me that he loved me, but here I was, dressed in Officer Morgan’s uniform and in a police car, just as if I were actually a police officer. Kim was now also a civilian. We were both impersonating police officers – but with permission, I suppose. Along the way, we dropped our guard, laughing and enjoying ourselves. But arriving at the hospital, we slipped back into our roles. Kim was quite good. She played her role to a T. I followed along, doing my best to match her mannerisms and expressions, all the while hoping that no one looked down at my feet. We were admitted via a back entrance and led to what seemed to be a service elevator, taking it to the fourth floor. Bixler appeared to be asleep when we looked in on him from the hallway. While Kim conferred with a nurse, I slipped off my officer’s cap, tucking it under an arm, and approached the bed. As it was just Bix and me, I sat down next to him. He had an IV and God knows what else attached to an arm. He was connected to one of those machines. It was busy monitoring his vital functions. He was wearing a hospital gown, but it was mostly hidden underneath a light blanket. I just sat there, listening to him breathe. A moment later, a nurse came in – a routine check of some sort. Bixler woke up, noticing me almost immediately. Neither of us said anything while the nurse was in the room. When it was again just the two of us, he lifted up an arm, the one that wasn’t connected to the monitor. I reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re looking good,” I said. It wasn’t exactly true, but I’d never been good at making small talk. “So, now you’re Officer Morgan,” he said with a sly smile. I laughed. “Not my choice,” I said, tossing the cap onto a small table next to me. “But I’m glad for the help. Without it, I doubt I’d have been able to come in and say ‘hi.’” We were both quiet for a time. It seemed fine to just sit. I thought about asking him questions, getting to know him a little, just as I’d done with Officer Truman at breakfast. “I know you don’t want to,” he said. “But why not just tell everyone what you told me? That there’s a ghost. That she directed the raid. That you have to be naked to communicate with her.” I nodded. I’d been giving that some thought – at least until Nick had brought up the Chief of Police’s interest in questioning me. “I think people would believe you.” I laughed. “Not everyone. Just the crazies.” “I don’t know about that. With Nick and I backing you up. The body cam evidence.” “I’ll think about it. You do realize you’re different. You were there. You saw it firsthand … rather convincing that way, I’m sure. Mostly, I’d rather just disappear back into obscurity.” “From what I’m hearing, I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. Maybe with a name change and some plastic surgery.” “Something I’ve been thinking about as well.” He nodded. There was a great deal of compassion in his eyes. “Is she here?” he asked. I shrugged. “Probably.” Again he nodded. “Do you have kids?” I asked, deciding to change the subject. “A boy and a girl, both grown. About your age, roughly speaking.” “It’s a tough choice,” I said, reverting back to what we had been talking about. “The world will know me as the crazy but brave woman who gets off on running naked into gunfire. Or, I can choose to be the woman who says she talks to ghosts. Truth be told, I don’t want to be either of those. I’m glad that we caught the guy, but I just want to be me… I mean the person I was before.” I started to explain my reluctance to share Catherine with the world, but decided not to. That was an emotional response to my unique situation. Surely no one else would understand, and I wasn’t willing to enter into a debate about it. I hadn’t even asked Cathers for her opinion. It seemed selfish, but it really wasn’t. It was up to me. It was my life – mine to live. As sad as it was, Catherine’s life was over. Bix and I talked a while longer, but there was clearly no simple solution. Changing my name and appearance seemed to be a viable option, and yet I was attached to my name. I couldn’t imagine leaving ‘Jessa’ behind. Jessica, but without the ‘ick’ – that was me. After wishing Bixler a speedy recovery and saying goodbye, Kim led me down the hall to meet Officer Erin Guererro, the woman who had been shot earlier that same morning. I hoped to make it a brief visit. After all, what was there to say? Like Bixler, she was in a hospital bed, all hooked up to an IV and monitors. She looked me up and down as I walked in. Her eyes went straight to my sandals. “If it isn’t the Naked Policewoman,” she said. “But today, it’s just your toes.” I looked down, but then tried to redirect the conversation to her health and my wishes for her quick and complete recovery. She was having none of it. “I think I’ve got you figured out,” she said, interrupting me. “Oh, awesome,” I said, thinking this might end up being entertaining. “What exactly have you figured out?” “At first, I thought you had to be on drugs. We see a lot of that in this line of work. People get high, they get naked, and then, occasionally, they go on adventures.” “Go on,” I encouraged. “We pick ‘em up and take ‘em in. They talk. Sometimes they talk up a storm, but they’re rarely coherent. They certainly wouldn’t be able to lead a raid, certainly not an effective one.” “Probably not,” I said with an indifferent shrug. “So then, I decided that you were someone with a strange relationship with your sexuality. A pervert, a nudist, an exhibitionist … something along those lines.” I sat there. She was still looking me up and down. She seemed to be drawing things out – hoping I’d offer a confession, or possibly just provide her with more data to consider. I decided to wait her out. “But then I thought of a book that I read long ago,” she continued. “The Art of War, by Sun Tzu. Ever heard of it?” “Actually, I have.” “I’m not surprised,” she said, extending her arm toward a mobile phone on a side table. She couldn’t quite reach it, so I walked around the bed to retrieve it for her. A moment later, she’d found what she was looking for. She started reading aloud. “In conflict, direct confrontation will lead to engagement and surprise will lead to victory. Those who are skilled in producing surprises will win.” She looked up at me as if trying to gauge my reaction. I shrugged, and she returned her eyes to her phone. “Mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy.” She again paused to study me. I gave her no satisfaction, purposefully maintaining a bored, indifferent look on my face. Again she read, “The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” “So, is that you?” she asked. “Did you strip, imagining that the gunman would be so surprised that Officers Bixler and Harris would be able to tackle him before he knew what was happening?” I just sat there, staring unblinkingly into her eyes. She was looking for a reaction, and I wasn’t going to give it to her. At long last, she smiled. “You’re a smart one, that’s for sure.” “Why do you say that?” “You’re playing me … just like you played everyone yesterday.” “How so? I’m still dressed.” “But dressed as a police officer.” I shrugged as she returned her attention to her phone. “To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy.” Looking up, she continued. “So, this man … this alleged serial killer … is he the enemy? Or the police … are we your enemy?” “Well, it was nice meeting you,” I said as I started backing out of the room. “And again, I wish you a most speedy recovery. A long and healthy life … all that. No ongoing issues from your injury.” I didn’t want to add any data to support her hypothesis, but neither did I want to act as if I was trying to dispel her theories. I could not believe that she might have me pegged as someone who might possibly be an anti-police activist. That seemed like quite a stretch. Hadn’t my actions proved otherwise? As I exited the room, I put the cap back on my head. Chuckling to myself, I wandered down the hall, holding my head up and my shoulders back in an attempt to look a bit more like an actual officer of the law. I found Nick and Kim in a small waiting lounge near the elevators. “We’ve got something to propose,” Nick said. I smiled, a thought flashing through my mind. After telling me he loved me in front of others, was he now going to propose with Kim listening? I knew that wasn’t what this was about, so I nodded. “I’m all ears. But I’m still planning to take the fifth.” Nick laughed. “My plan as well.” I smiled, trying to convey to him that doing so would make me happy. “And you were saying…” I said, trying to get the conversation back on track. He smiled. “Right. Kim is inviting you to spend a few days with her. At her cabin.” I glanced over. “It would be just the two of us during the day,” she said. “Or the three of you,” Nick interjected. “Because you wouldn’t have to be dressed. And if only the three of us know… Well, the three of us plus Brent, then the media will have no idea where you are. The Chief of Police either, for that matter.” “Hmm,” I said, giving the idea some thought. It was much better than anything I’d come up with. Kim continued, “Brent will be there in the evening. And Nick is welcome … provided he can slip away without being followed.” “I’m game,” I said. Laying low for a bit seemed like the best strategy. Initially, I hadn’t liked Kim. Of course, I hadn’t. She’d been in on the ambush. But since then, she’d been growing on me. Taking a pay cut to work for a charity was very commendable. And, more than anything, I liked the idea of being able to spend time with Cathers. Kim and Brent’s cabin sounded ideal for that. I kissed Nick goodbye, a passionate kiss. I wasn’t ready to tell him that I’d fallen in love with him, so instead I whispered into his ear that I’d love it if he was able to join us that evening. I gave his package an affectionate squeeze so there could be no doubt about what might be in it for him. A short time later, Kim and I were headed north in the police cruiser. We’d transferred my suitcase into her trunk. As we drove, she explained the process we’d have to go through to change back into civilian clothes and pick up her Jeep in exchange for the borrowed police car. Trusting that she had it all in hand, I didn’t pay much attention to the details. She also informed me that there were a few errands that she needed to take care of before we disappeared into the hills. “Do what you need to,” I said. “I’ll wait in the car.” On the next leg of our journey, Kim was driving the speed limit – exactly the speed limit. I watched as cars came up behind us as if intending to pass. Upon recognizing the police car, they would slow and merge in behind us. I found it humorous. It was something I’d done. I’d forgotten that Kim’s husband Brent owned a print shop until we were parking in front of one. Leaving me sitting in the car, Kim went inside to make sure the coast was clear. Less than a minute later, she was back for me. Brent was alone in the office. He had a press operator in back, running a job, and his inside salesperson was at lunch. Kim left me there to change while she went to the local police station to drop off the car. In a small restroom that doubled as a storage closet, I took off Lainey’s uniform. Catherine was there. We spent a few minutes catching up, mostly talking about Officer Guerrero’s various Sun Tzu related theories. The bathroom wasn’t such a nice place to hang out – for either of us – so I dressed and went looking for Brent. He gave me a box to put the uniform in and then let me hide in his office while I waited for Kim to return. I thought about again stripping off so I’d have someone to talk to. I knew Brent would understand if he found me naked, but I decided not to, hoping that the wait wouldn’t be very long. A short time later, Kim and I were in the Jeep. I’d borrowed a baseball hat from Brent, thinking that it altered my appearance a little. “First stop, the Sinclair household,” Kim said. “I’ll wait in the Jeep.” “I want to introduce you.” “How about, not,” I said. Meeting people made no sense. I was in the middle of disappearing. Kim knew that. “Just to the kids,” she explained. “Madeline and little Ollie. They are so cute.” “I’m sure they are adorable,” I said, trying to talk her out of it. She insisted, finally leveling with me. Madeline was almost five and Ollie had just turned two. Their father had been killed in the line of duty – during what had started off as a routine traffic stop. That had happened shortly after Oliver had been born. Kim’s charity, Heroes Everlasting, was in the process of establishing college trust funds for the two of them. They lived with their mother in one half of a modest duplex on the outskirts of town. They had moved there as part of their mother’s efforts to make ends meet after their father had been killed. Kim went to the door while I waited in the Jeep. The door opened, and I watched as Kim spent a few minutes speaking with a woman. She then turned and waved to me. I didn’t want to get out of the Jeep, but I decided to. Kim had been helping me all day. A few minutes later, we were seated on a couch in a tiny living room. Kim had introduced me to the mother. She’d brought us glasses and a jug of ice water, but then had taken a call. She had a position as a remote answering service for a downtown law office. As Kim explained it, the money wasn’t great, but it allowed her to be home with her children. The little girl, Madeline, had a coloring book open on the coffee table. She was quite absorbed in her effort to turn a butterfly solid orange. Ollie, on the other hand, was a handful. He was wearing a blue shirt and a diaper, nothing more. He had a toy truck in his hand and wanted nothing more than to climb into my lap. Finally, I allowed him up, but no sooner was I holding him, than he was squirming, trying to get back down. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he wanted up onto Kim’s lap. I quickly figured out that Kim was neither dropping anything off, nor were we picking anything up. “I just wanted you to meet them,” she finally confessed. I nodded, but I didn’t press the issue. They seemed like a close-knit, small family. It was beyond sad that these kids were destined to grow up without their father. Possibly neither of them would remember him. A short time later, we were again in the Jeep. “Where to now?” I asked. “Just one more stop. Allie, she’s seventeen.” “And also lost her father or mother,” I said. “I’m afraid so.” “Kim, I get it. These kids … so fucking sad. I love everything about your charity, but don’t do this to me. This summer has been hard enough. I’ve never rubbed elbows with so much death.” “Humor me. Just the one last stop. Allie is expecting us.” I sucked in a breath. “I really don’t want to,” I said, but I could tell that Kim was not to be deterred. A short time later, we were parked in front of a strip mall. Kim got out. I watched as she entered a small flower shop. A minute later, she re-emerged, a lanky redhead following close behind. I’d told Kim that I wasn’t getting out, so she introduced me to the freckle-faced teenager, both of them standing next to the Jeep. Allie wore a floral smock over her clothes. She looked prim and proper, but there were no shoelaces in her shoes. “So, you’re really the naked lady everyone is talking about?” she asked. I turned to Kim and frowned. “I told you this wasn’t a good idea.” “Allie isn’t going to say anything. She’s a good kid.” “I’m sure she is,” I replied, imagining her telling two friends, who each told three friends, who in turn told only four friends, blowing my cover and my chance to spend time with Catherine at Kim and Brent’s cabin. “A year from this fall, Allie will start college, at UNH, she hopes. She’ll apply early-decision this fall.” I nodded. I’d done the same, succeeding at getting into my first choice. “What do you want to study?” I asked. “Poetry. Maybe English Lit,” she replied in a small voice. I wanted to suggest that she reconsider. I knew it wasn’t the best choice, not if she hoped to get a job upon graduation, but at one time, I’d declared ‘history’ as my major. Fortunately, I’d wised up – after looking at my odds of spending my life waiting tables. “So, you work here?” I asked, turning to look at the flower shop. “Part time,” she replied. “More hours during the summer.” “Allie will be one of our success stories,” Kim explained once we were again driving. “She entered the program early, and we’ve been able to put together a sizeable college fund for her. She loves flowers. I intend to keep in touch with her. Without our program, she’d probably just end up working … most likely no college in her future.” “There’s a lot of scholarship money available … for deserving students. And student loans are an option,” I mentioned. “I’ll grant you that,” Kim said, looking over at me. “We certainly aren’t the only game in town, and yet we do put kids through college. And Allie … we’ll put her through college.” “I didn’t mean…” I said, regretting my words. “No, it’s fine. And, a college degree isn’t the ticket to success it once was. But I love these kids. None of us can bring their mom or dad back. Sadly… But I want them to have the opportunities that they would have had but for…” “Stop it,” I said, using my forearm to wipe my eyes. “I get it.” And I did. I just couldn’t take any more of what she was dishing out. An hour later, I was again naked on her back deck, the one overlooking the small stream where Cathers had reappeared after her unexpected absence the prior Saturday night. So much had happened, and yet it hadn’t even been a week. Kim had again made a pitcher of fresh lemonade, but she was inside talking on the phone. Cathers and I had the deck all to ourselves. It was surprisingly relaxing, especially considering all that we’d been through. Lounging around naked in the afternoon sunshine with a ghost – what could be more natural? “Hey Ghost Girl, let’s go for a walk,” I proposed. After talking with Kim about our options, Cathers and I started wading upstream. It was slow going, but actually getting somewhere wasn’t at all the point. It was surprising, but delightful, that providence was allowing us to still be together. I was committed to enjoying myself, however much time we had. A few hours later, Brent was home. My nudity had again gotten awkward, but I was bound and determined to have as much time with Catherine as possible, I pulled Kim aside to make sure she was okay with it, reminding her that she and Nick had suggested the cabin because I’d be able to be naked. “Absolutely,” she said. “But just maybe I’ll have to give you a little competition. I can’t have my husband looking only at you.” With that she removed her top. Her breasts were at least a full-cup larger than mine, beautifully round and milky white. Her areolas were several times the diameter of mine, as big as I’d ever seen – and I’d certainly seen my share of breasts. A minute later, she and Brent were in the kitchen preparing dinner while Catherine and I hung out on the bar stools. I tried to imagine what an outside observer might think of the scene, two naked blondes, one topless redhead, and a fully-clothed Brent. “Enjoying yourself, honey?” Kim asked, studying him. He shrugged. “Wondering why you’re not naked.” Kim scowled at him, but she reached both hands behind her back. A moment later, I could tell that she was unzipping her skirt. She slid it down, stepping free of it. Her panties soon followed. A satisfied smile appeared on Brent’s face. “So, honey, now that you’re naked, I have to ask. Can you see Catherine?” I paid close attention to Kim’s reaction. I didn’t imagine that she’d be able to, but other than Nick, I’d never seen anyone else naked in Catherine’s presence. “Where is she?” Kim asked, looking at me. “Next to me,” I replied, pointing to the barstool to my left with my thumb. Kim walked around the bar, passing behind us. I saw her studying the stool. “Damn,” she said. “I sure wish I could. But nothing, not even a shadow.” I nodded. I hadn’t thought that she might see her, but I liked her answer. I could tell she believed that Catherine was really there. I felt good about that. I had a great view of Kim’s nude form, bright red racing stripe and all. “You know, I was a lesbian in college,” I said, eyeing her. “Don’t be getting any ideas,” she said, again walking behind me to return to the kitchen. “You know how much I’ve wanted to see you with another woman,” Brent said. “You either,” Kim said, a finger pointing between his eyes. “Nudity is one thing. Lesbian sex … we’re not going there, right Jessa?” She glanced at me hopefully. I smiled at her. “Right,” I said with a wink. “That was in college. There’s nothing quite like making love to a woman, but the past is the past.” Brent laughed. Kim’s eyes were wide open, her eyebrows up. “That does it. I’m putting my skirt back on,” she threatened, but she made no move to do so. I shared a glance with Brent. He looked to be enjoying watching Kim squirm as much as I. “Got anything to put in this lemonade?” I asked him. He smiled and showed me the liquor cabinet. “Pick your poison.” Less than an hour later, the four of us were seated around the table on the back deck. Brent was still the only one wearing anything. Even though it was a glass table, we each had a plate in front of us, limiting the extent of our exposure somewhat. I’d finished my hard lemonade and had been enjoying a glass of wine with dinner. I was amazed at just how comfortable I’d gotten with being naked – at least when I was with people I knew – people who could appreciate why I was naked. Oddly enough, it seemed to put me further at ease that Kim was also nude. But I could tell that it wasn’t having the same effect on her. Her mannerisms made it obvious that she was having trouble relaxing. Just as we were finishing our meal, Nick came around the corner of the cabin. I saw Kim startle and then stiffen. Both Brent and I placed hands on her forearms, trying to reassure her as well as to keep her from running off – at least that was part of my motivation. Even so, she started to get up. As if realizing that Nick would see more if she did, she relaxed back into her seat, her thighs pressed tightly together. “You’re early,” she said, unfolding her napkin and situating it strategically on her lap. With it in position, she reached across, grasping a shoulder with her opposite hand such that her arm hung over her chest. “Yep,” Nick replied, walking toward the table. He started to take the seat next to me. “Not here … Cathers,” I said. “Pull up another chair.” “I’ll move,” Catherine volunteered, starting to get up. I didn’t let her, and Nick brought a fifth chair to the table, sitting down between Catherine and Brent. “Did you have dinner?” Kim asked. “Nope.” Looking over at Brent hopefully, Kim asked, “Honey, will you get Nick a place setting?” Brent eyed Kim, a broad grin on his lips. “I’d much rather watch you take care of that. I expect Nick would as well.” “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, adjusting the napkin on her lap with her one free hand. “You’ll have to get up eventually,” he remarked. “Fine,” she said, sliding her chair back. As keeping the napkin positioned in front of her pelvic area was apparently her priority, she shifted the arm that had been hiding her breasts down. With fingers holding each of the upper corners of the napkin against her hips, she stood up carefully. A moment later, she started side-stepping around the table. The scissoring of her legs in that position would have been quite lewd had the thin paper layer not been concealing her crotch from view. To mess with her, I shot out my hand, reaching for it. It hadn’t been my intention to take it from her, but even so, she spooked. The napkin fluttered to the deck as she ran squealing to the back door. Nick and Brent started hooting. “Well, look at that! The carpet matches the curtains,” Nick exclaimed. “It most certainly does,” Brent replied, a smug smile on his face. A short time later, Kim was back. She was still topless, but she’d put her skirt back on. She glared at me. “I’m going to get you for that.” “I didn’t do anything and I wasn’t going to. Honest.” She scowled. “Yeah, sure.” But even though Kim didn’t believe me, the guys were acting quite happy with how things were working out. Kim had chosen to remain topless, and not only that, but she was no longer making any effort to conceal her chest from view. Looking at her, I imagined that she was proud of her breasts. But there was no reason for her not to be; she had an attractive figure. As she was dishing up a plate for him, Nick started talking about something he’d just heard on the radio. “There’s been a nationwide run on candy necklaces. They are sold out across the country. Going for ridiculous amounts on eBay.” Kim started asking him questions, but that was the extent of what he knew. “I guess you just made for a record month for some candy company,” she observed, looking at me. “Hardly my intent,” I said, reaching up to my neck. I was wearing one. “I wonder what the one Nick gave me is worth. The one you were wearing,” she mused. “Put it on eBay and find out,” Brent suggested. “Maybe I will, but the proceeds go to Heroes Everlasting, right?” she asked, again looking at me. “Absolutely,” I agreed. I’d given it away freely – for exactly that purpose, if it proved to have some value. It was amazing to think that people were buying and wearing candy necklaces – just because I’d happened to have one on during the raid in Hammonton. And I’d been wearing one because Catherine’s fifth grade teacher had mentioned Catherine’s candy necklaces – during an interview all the way back in 1985. After Nick had finished eating, I helped Kim clean up while Brent and Nick made a fire. “Honestly, I wasn’t trying to steal the napkin. It was just supposed to be funny,” I said, when we were in the kitchen. “Took me by surprise. Nick … I can see him doing that. Wasn’t expecting it from you.” “And you can put your top back on. Whatever makes you comfortable. I’m just enjoying being with Catherine. If it wasn’t for that, I’d be dressed.” She looked at me, suspicion in her eyes, but then she shrugged. “I can tell that Brent is getting a charge out of it. He’s always encouraging me to dress a bit more sexy … short skirts, plunging necklines. But as a police officer, it wasn’t something that I felt I could consider. Certainly not in this community.” I wasn’t going to argue with her. I really didn’t have an opinion about how she should dress. It just seemed cool that she was enjoying herself – and her husband’s attitude. A short time later, the five of us were again seated around the fire at water’s edge. I was glad for the fire. It seemed to keep the mosquitos at bay. Without it, it seemed certain that we’d be inside. Remembering what Catherine had said about running off to view their license plate as well as the lighthouse picture, I asked her if she’d like to again play that game. She declined, saying that she was content – that she was enjoying just hanging out. “Well, Nick, how about that BJ?” I asked during a lull in the conversation. “Somebody’s been helping Cathers with her wine again,” he replied. I glanced over at Kim. “Oh boy. Not this,” she said. “How’s a woman supposed to compete with you?” “It’s not a competition,” I said. “Just something that I enjoy.” “I think I’m going to have to decline,” Nick said. I was taken aback. Now it was Kim’s turn to laugh. “I’m sure he thinks you’re going to again leave him high and dry,” Catherine interjected. “Is that it?” I asked him. “Are you worried that I won’t see it through? “Maybe. Sex with you … it’s a bit of a roller coaster.” “Oh, do tell!” Kim encouraged. “I’ve got a better idea,” I said. “If Nick is turning me down my affection, maybe we swap partners for the evening.” “I’m not letting you anywhere near Brent,” Kim objected. “Who’s talking about Brent?” I asked, looking first into her eyes, but then allowing my gaze to trail down to her splendid breasts. The pale color of her skin and her large, rose-colored areolas looked mouthwateringly lovely in the warm, flickering light of the fire. She sucked in a breath. “So, Kim, what do you say? You and me?” I asked in a soft tone, biting my lip. Was I actually thinking about it? “I … I’d sure like to see that,” Brent stammered, suddenly perking up. “I’ll bet you would,” Kim said, scowling over at him. “I’ve got it!” I interjected. “How about this, Kim? Since we’re switching partners, let’s have the guys go first. I love watching guys give each other blowjobs. Have you ever seen that? Especially straight guys. So fun.” Suddenly Nick was coughing, maybe choking on a mouthful of wine. “No way in hell am I doing that, giving or receiving. You’d have to force me,” he managed. I laughed. “That’s what’s fun about it! I love making guys give other guys blowjobs. But don’t worry. It’s okay if you’re feeling reluctant. We’ll help you through it … won’t we, Kim?” I looked over and saw that she was smiling. “Okay, I’m in,” she said. “Guys first.” Looking over at Brent, she continued, “How about you start us off, honey. I’ll give you some tips. A blowjob, an enjoyable one anyway, is not as easy as you might imagine. A bit more difficult than cunnilingus, I expect.” Suddenly Nick and Brent had nothing to say. They both just sat there, Brent staring nervously at the ground between his feet and the fire circle. Nick, too, was looking quite uncomfortable. “Now’s your chance, honey,” Kim said softly, speaking encouragingly to Brent. “I know this is your fantasy … to watch me lick pussy.” He looked up at her and their eyes met. “Just how badly do you want it? That’s the question. Because I will. I’m ready. And Jessa’s pussy. It looks so inviting, doesn’t it? Imagine my face buried down between her thighs, my tongue working her over.” Suddenly, everyone was staring between my legs. I had to fight against the temptation to clamp my knees shut. When Brent didn’t reply, Kim continued. “Might never be another chance like this. So, guys first … and then girls. We can go inside if you don’t want to kneel in the dirt.” Brent returned his eyes to the dirt near the fire. He had such a glum look on his face. I raised my hand to Kim. She nodded, giving me a quiet high five. We were friends again. Catherine was smiling. Not actually being able to participate fully, she’d been observing the exchange quietly. “So, no blowjobs?” she asked. “I guess not,” I said. “Nick doesn’t seem to be interested in one, not from me, not from Brent.” Nick started chuckling, shaking his head. “Pretty funny, Jessa,” he said, looking over at me. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” I asked. “Of course not. But I’m straight as an arrow. Not at all curious, if you know what I mean. But later, why don’t we just see what develops when we go to bed?” “Where’s the fun in that?” I asked, and I meant it. I’d always preferred to pre-function sex – discuss it in advance, such that there were expectations and tension going in. That way, it never came out the same way twice. I’d never been a fan of the baby bear in Goldilocks and the Three Bears. ‘Just right’ didn’t do much for me. Nick shrugged. “For the record, my offer stands,” I told him. “If Brent won’t do you, then I will. And it will be the best blowjob ever. Take it or leave it. But it doesn’t just happen. Best if it’s arranged in advance, so decide. Tyler, my last boyfriend … he couldn’t get enough. He told one of his friends that I could suck the orange off a carrot.” “Can you?” Kim asked. “I don’t know. Got a carrot?” I was hoping she wouldn’t produce one, and fortunately, she didn’t get up. I was glad about that. I didn’t really want to give a carrot a blowjob, but I knew I probably would if she went to the fridge and came back with one. I moved my chair closer to Nick’s and took his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. He had a happy but slightly concerned look on his face. I was again thinking about how he’d said he was in love with me – it had sounded like an offhand comment. The first time he’d ever said those words, and he’d done it with both Lainey and Kim present. A minute later, when I thought that only Nick was looking, I licked two of my fingers and started twirling them around one of my nipples, teasing it to full erection. Not wanting Kim or Brent to catch me doing something so randy, I removed my hand, shifting it down into Nick’s lap. I gave him a quick but tender stroke. I raised my eyebrows dramatically when he looked over at me. He was rock hard. We shared a smile. The look in his eyes was precious. I had the lad eating out of my hand. An hour later, in bed, I sucked the orange off of his carrot. “So, how was it?” I asked afterwards while we were snuggling. Wanting to give him the experience of a lifetime, I’d pulled out all the stops. “As represented,” he said. “Best blowjob ever.” I smiled, knowing that he’d say that even if his ex had also been a talented, energetic cocksucker. For a time, we lay there, no one saying anything. I was expecting that he might again bring up the L-word. I was trying to formulate my response – a completely honest response. I knew that it might be an awkward moment, but I was thinking I’d say that, ‘I needed more time. That my feelings for him were strong and deepening, but that I wasn’t quite there yet.’ To my surprise, ‘love’ didn’t come up. I decided that was for the best. He did, however, call me ‘Muffin’ a time or two. At least he hadn’t done so in front of anyone else. A bit later, I succeeded in charming his snake back to attention. With his back against the headboard, I climbed aboard. It was one of my favorite positions – I could hug his head to my chest. “Be gentle,” I coaxed him as he opened his mouth and sucked a good portion of one of tits in. Fortunately, he’d finally learned what ‘be gentle’ meant in relation to my breasts. My nipples were getting quite attached to his lips. That time, we achieved what seemed to be nearly simultaneous orgasms. The rainbow was particularly brilliant and colorful that evening. I might have gone another round, but I was pretty sure that Nick couldn’t. And he had to get up early the next day. I, of course, didn’t. So I relaxed, letting him fall asleep.

Jogging for Fun and Exercise byIwroteathing© "I... fucking... hate... this" I groaned to myself in the rhythm of my footsteps on mud. I had been jogging a couple of months now and it still felt like the worst thing of my life. Not just the burning muscles and gasping lungs, but the knowledge that my best years are over. In my youth everything was easy, my body required no long term attention, a spray of hairspray in my black pixie cut hair, a light splash of makeup, a padded bra for my b-cups, and a short enough skirt to let my long legs do the work was all I required to show off. It was almost exactly on my 25th birthday that I lost my ability to eat whatever I wanted, do no exercise, and still maintain a relatively trim figure. "Fuck... you... trees." Words I pushed through my gritted teeth, swearing at my surroundings now a familiar coping mechanism for the final part of my run. "Fuck... you... lake." I didn't take much of an expansion of my tummy to get me to take the drastic step of actually exercising. My one saving grace was living near enough to Richmond Park to have beautiful scenery to swear at as I ran. I had decided to start jogging early in the morning to avoid other people and to have time to shower before work, but as October rolled on I found myself jogging in the almost darkness of the earliest dawn, Richmond being a safe (and wealthy) enough place to do so. "Fuck it that will do." I exclaimed collapsing onto a tree stump to catch my breath before my resigned walk home, taking my phone out of its jogging case to check the pedometer app. I took a moment to admire my surroundings now the unyielding slog of jogging had stopped and with it my desire to see everything burn. The trees were shedding the last of their brown leaves, the pond was silent and still, the naked woman was doing a better job of jogging than me... Wait. "Holy crap!" I inadvertently shouted. There was a woman wearing nothing but jogging shoes and a phone strap on her arm. There was a blur of blonde hair as she heard me and gave a high pitched yelp before diving back towards the clump of trees she had emerged from, her bottom jiggling with her sudden burst of speed. "Wait!" I yelled not knowing why, I doubt she actually would have and if she did, I'm not sure what I would do next. I certainly wasn't about to chase after her as I was barely going to be able to make my way home my legs were so weak. I had my phone in my hand but it never occurred to me to take a picture or anything, not that I would need it, the sight of her naked body was immediately burned into my brain. I made my way home thinking about her perky breasts and how they bounced with her footsteps. I went to work thinking of her tuft of blonde pubic hair. I took the train home thinking about the shivering blush that ran the length of her body when she saw me seeing her. I ate my disgustingly healthy dinner thinking of the look of exhilaration on her face before she noticed me. I went to sleep knowing the whole day was one spent dwelling on the shock and excitement of spontaneous nudity. The next day I prepared for my jog with a new determination, I was no longer jogging for my body, I was now jogging for hers. It was a long shot, after what happened I'm sure she would take steps to avoid being seen again, but I became the most vigilant jogger in the entire park. I was so frustrated with the lack of a naked woman's presence I didn't even notice I had jogged significantly further than usual. This was my routine for a week, I was able to put the naked woman out of my mind day to day, but the moment my jogging shoes went on my only thought was "maybe today I will see her." I don't jog on weekends, maybe it was the lack of opportunity that drove my mind wild with frustration but by Monday I had resigned myself to the naked woman being nothing more than a fond memory. Monday's jog was the worst yet, I skipped jogging Tuesday, I just didn't feel up to it. I spent Tuesday in a cloud of guilt, I really didn't want to be one of those people who took up exercise only to give up a month or two later, I decided I needed some form of change to keep me going. Wednesday as I stared at my running outfit I decided to give myself a taste of the thrill that the naked woman I saw must have felt. I took my sports bra and knickers and put them back in the drawer, it wasn't a lot but I would know. I pulled on my Lycra jogging trousers and red running top and examined myself in the mirror. The top was not tight enough to perfectly frame my breasts, but there was an unmistakable bulge where my nipples were stood to attention, I had always been a bit self-conscious about how my tight trousers framed my bottom, but now where the outline of my knickers used to be, there was smoothness confirming the exact contours of my butt. I quickly left my house feeling that I couldn't change my mind once I was jogging. I thought that having smaller breasts would mean I wouldn't suffer from the lack of a sports bra, but as my tits began to bounce with the rhythm of my jog I would be lying if I said it wasn't distracting. As my run progressed I realised the scale of my mistake, my underwear wasn't just there for modesty, as my labia rubbed against the tight Lycra of my sportswear and my nipples bounced against my top fabric, I could feel the oncoming chafing and decided to stop running. It was very short of my usual distance but I had experienced chafing when I first started jogging and knew enough to know I didn't want it to happen again. I slowed to a stop next to the first lake on my route, angry with myself for making such a stupid decision. Now I was going to have to walk home and I wouldn't have time to do a proper jog before work. Dwelling on the path to that stupid decision gave me an idea of how to mitigate its harms that I couldn't get out of my head. I cast my eyes around the lake, it was as uninhibited as it always was. My hands shivered as I pulled my top over my head, my whole body began to shiver next as I nervously pulled my trousers down, clumsily bundling them over my running shoes. I was now as naked as she had been. I stood looking out over the lake, the cold October air chilling my whole body. In its panicked state my brain began to rationalise as best it could my new circumstances. "Think of the calories you're burning" it reasoned. "Your heart is pumping a mile a minute, heat is leaving your body yet your insides feel like they're burning. This must be helping." I realised I had been stood still for too long, and decided I would do one lap of the lake naked, leaving my clothes next to the stump to give me a reason to go as fast as I could. It felt like my first time jogging, willing my right foot to take that first step, starting so that continuing would be easier than stopping. I groaned with effort and bounced into my first step. A step became a jog, a jog became a run and before I knew it I was sprinting around the lake, my curves bouncing while my breath floated in the air. My skin grew cold with the breeze and slick with sweat but my core was warm and my pussy felt like it was on fire. I was about three quarters of the way around when I saw the deer. I always liked that I was able to live in London and yet be near a park with deer in it, Richmond Park was special that way. But this fucking deer had decided that even though there was acres of grass for it to chew on, my clothes looked more tasty for it. My eyes bulged in disbelief as the deer sauntered up to my clothes and lowered its head. I wanted to shout to scare it away but at the same time I didn't want to risk drawing attention to myself in case there was someone nearby. I summoned every reserve of strength I had to sprint at the damn thing. The deer clearly heard the sounds of my heavy footsteps as it looked up, my trousers dangling out of its mouth. On seeing a furious naked woman charging towards it the deer did what any deer would do and bolted, but to my horror it didn't drop my trousers as it ran into a wooded area. Deers are annoyingly fast. I couldn't outrun a deer in optimal conditions let alone with my tits bouncing around and my mind clouded by how humiliating this situation is. I managed to keep it in sight, which I figured would have to do. Eventually it ran out the other side of the wooded area and into a clearing that I at least had the presence of mind not to follow it into. Richmond Park is like a mini national park in the south of London, one thing it has on top of the deer, the lakes, the wooded areas and the clearings, is roads used by everyone who wants a scenic route to work. This fucking deer had just stopped next to one of these roads so it could eat my trousers. It was still early enough that the road was not the usual constant stream of cars, but there was no time that this road was empty. I crouched in the wooded area, watching from behind a tree as the deer chewed on my trousers before a car drove by, scaring the deer enough for it to drop them and run. My trousers were within reach, all I had to do was wait for a break in traffic. I spent so long waiting for there to not be cars that the sun was beginning to rise, eventually I decided that the road was getting busier by the minute and I would have to resign myself to being seen. I waited for the biggest break I could find and made a run for it, my head in my hands. I got lucky that I was able to make it to my trousers before any cars appeared, snatching them off the ground and sprinting towards the woods where I would be safe until I got back to the lake. The moment I had my trousers in my hand I heard the engine of a car approaching. I turned my back on the road and ran, knowing at least one car would see my naked bottom before I would be hidden. I didn't look back but I did hear two different horns honking behind me. Maybe someone will dwell on my naked body the way I dwelled on that other lady's. Once clear of the road I put my trousers on and went to pick up my top. With the first step I realised something was wrong, that bastard deer had chewed a hole right in the crotch, looking down I could see the black fuzz of my pubic hair poking out of the front as well as more of my pale skin then I would have liked. Once I had reclaimed my top (thankfully right where I left it, unmolested by deer) I began the ultimate walk of shame, my hands covering my exposed pubis. When I finally got back home I sighed in relief. A few people had passed by and wondered why I had my hands over my pussy but I'm sure the look on their face would have been different if I hadn't. Despite everything that went wrong, the rest of the day was spent daydreaming about doing it again sometime. ... In the coming weeks I never really pushed myself as far as that first day, I tried some minor rebellions, like flashing London from the hill, or having a quick play with myself behind a tree. I remember jogging in a loose fitting vest with no bra and having my tits constantly bouncing out was a fun experiment. But these techniques were something to boost motivation rather than part of the routine. November was starting to wear on when things changed again. I was doing my usual jog when a pink and black speck under a nearby streetlight caught my eye. It was another jogger so I had to dejectedly shelve my plans to do a section of my run in just my underwear. As she got closer on the path and the next streetlight shone on her, I immediately recognised her as the woman I had seen naked about a month ago, that image was so burned into my brain there was no mistake. Sure now she was dressed in a sleek jogging outfit but there was no mistaking that mischievous face and curly blonde hair. My stomach dropped at the presence of someone who had been on my mind for so long and in panic I casually rerouted into a separate path and then hid in a bush to avoid passing her. Just off the path my mind raced, I had spent a good amount of time hoping to run into the naked jogger again but had no idea what I should do now she was on the same path as me. Well I had one idea. In a frenzy, before my better senses could stop me, I began to strip off my clothes. Naked and shivering in the cold winter morning, I decided to wait for the sound of footsteps to get closer and then I would jog alongside her naked. I was only naked in that bush for a moment or two but it felt like a lifetime. I questioned how she would react? What was she going to do? What if she laughs, or attacks me, or what if I had been fixated so long on that naked woman I was seeing things and I was about to thrust my naked body on some unsuspecting and innocent stranger. The footsteps passed and I once again willed myself into that first step that had me jogging naked, getting ever further from my clothes. It took a few steps before she glanced behind her. What a sight I must have been; pale skin in the moonlight, tits bouncing everywhere, probably a look on my face somewhere between ravenous and mortified. She stopped to stare for a second and I felt it appropriate to stop next to her. There was a couple of seconds of stunned silence that began to feel much longer than was comfortable so I decided to break it by pretending everything was normal. "Having a good run?" I nonchalantly enquired. "Clearly not as enjoyable as yours," she chuckled. Eventually after another uncomfortable silence, my embarrassment got the better of me. "Ever since I saw you jogging naked, I have thought about it every day and sometimes I do something like this!" I blurted out like a schoolgirl confessing to a teacher. She gave my naked body a look up and down, before peeling off her top. I couldn't believe it, she was also getting naked, I saw that same hesitation and fear giving way to resolve and soon she stood as naked as I was. I couldn't help but stare, she was a bit older and our tits were the same size but everything else was more trim and toned. "Top of the hill and back?" She asked. In stunned silence I gave a nod and we began to jog. The feeling was everything I hoped it would be, the rush of air and the feeling of risk tempered with the reassurance of having someone else with you. As we got to the top of the hill I couldn't keep the grin off my face as we stopped to stretch. "I've always wanted a jogging partner." My new friend mused. "How about we jog together every day?" Overwhelming joy rose up inside of me at her suggestion, naked and on the top of London, we exchanged information. She introduced herself as Scarlett and we decided to meet at the edge of the park every morning at 6:00. We both agreed we wouldn't be jogging naked every time, but we would push some boundaries, it turns out she had been on a similar journey to mine in terms of the evolution of her jogging habits. We had been chatting so long, it was Scarlett that noted the sun was coming up and that we should probably get back to our clothes before the park cleaners put them in the bin (something that had happened to her once.) We ended up jogging at a slow pace so that we could continue swapping stories and then I picked up my clothes and went home to prepare for work. I when I first dragged myself kicking and screaming into doing some exercise, I felt like I was going to hate it but it would be a down payment on a happier life. I never could have envisioned that the jogging itself wouldn't just be fun, it would be the thing I look forward to most of every day. Every day I made sure to make it to the park entrance by six and felt a deep squeal of joy deep inside me when Scarlett was waiting for me with a cheeky grin on her face. Most commonly we would jog like normal people, no surprises. We had a sort of unspoken understanding that was how it would be unless circumstances outside of our jog made us want to try something different, at which point one of us tended to have an idea and the other would contribute the drive to go through with it or even improve upon it. No corner of Richmond Park was a stranger to our antics, Scarlett loved my loose fitting vest idea, while she showed me this fun trick to jog along the road wearing thick tights without underwear, fooling driver's into thinking you're wearing yoga pants while you know anyone looking closely enough would be able to see your pussy. Before long months had passed and it was early May when Scarlett discussed an idea she had for our jogging group. "So every so often I take a jogging holiday, it's exactly like it sounds. Anyway, I thought this year I could bring a friend." She suggested as we jogged. "How much will it cost?" I asked, excited at the prospect but mindful that most of my paycheque went to Richmond level rents. "Nothing for you, I am far wealthier than I have ever mentioned, in fact part of what I like about our friendship is those day to day concerns don't matter to the likes of us. Nevertheless, in July I have flights to a holiday house on the Faroe Islands for a long weekend, Thursday to Sunday, and I would be thrilled if you came as my guest." My head was spinning, not just at the free holiday but what it would entail, I barely hesitated in saying yes. She gave me the dates and now I had something to look forward to. As summer rolled around and temperatures began to rise, the anticipation of the holiday ahead made everything else fall into a mundane routine. Scarlett even suggested that despite our feelings, any time we had an idea for how we wanted to de-stress during our jogs, we should make a note of it for the holiday rather than acting on it immediately. A good idea but one that really made me begin to stress in the days ahead. Eventually it was holiday time and I met Scarlett at Gatwick airport. I think the flights to the Faroe Islands was the first time Scarlett and I actually chatted about our lives. She had started a couple of internet companies out of University when the net was young, eventually hitting the jackpot of being bought out by a bigger company and leaving her a relatively young millionaire at 33, now taking any consultancy jobs that excited her. Jogging appeared to be her only hobby outside the workplace and until I came along she viewed it as a lonely release. When we landed at the airport, I was amazed that on top of our business class flights, Scarlett had booked a helicopter to take us from the airport to the island where our cottage had been booked. As I looked out the window I marvelled at the rolling hills unfolding before me, there was simply no way to understate how beautiful the Faroe Islands are. Once we reached the helipad, a rental car was waiting for our final part of the journey. Scarlett drove us to the front door of a large yet cosy cottage in a small fishing town and we spent the evening unpacking and getting rested. On day one we woke up at the crack of dawn as was our routine, but we looked out over the mountains, our minds filled with ideas. We had decided that I would pick the day one activity as Scarlett had some ideas for days two and three. Before we started Scarlett showed me the jogging backpacks she had prepared, they contained all the things necessary for safe exploration; a compass, a whistle, energy bars, and plenty of water. More importantly it contained thermal blankets so we could leave the house in as little as we wanted and not end up freezing to death on a hillside (the Faroe Islands are a cold place even in summer). Once Scarlett had shown me our backpacks, I showed her the outfits we would be wearing on day one, we both agreed that we would be spending a lot of time jogging naked, but we were still in the middle of a village and we needed something to wear until we had the rolling hills to ourselves. I had bought us matching outfits, a loose fitting white vest and a short tennis skirt, to be worn without underwear, of course. We put on our outfits and stood at the front door looking at each other, our hearts pounding in our chests. Scarlett opened the door and held it open for me as I stepped out into the world. The Faroe Islands weren't especially cold, but the wind was vicious, whipping around all my exposed skin and threatening to lift my short pleated skirt. As Scarlett left the house I saw a shiver run up and down her body as she came to the same conclusion. We began to jog down the road and towards the large hill we had decided to jog to the top of today, keeping a slow pace and occasionally laughing as the wind caught one or both of our skirts and we gave anyone who was there to see it a good view of our bottoms. The town remained quite sleepy and abandoned despite our show. It didn't take us long to reach the edge of town, sparse houses giving way to rolling hills. As we were uphill we could see a good amount of the town and wondered how easily its residents would spot us. Scarlett and I discussed it and decided that when we could no longer read the time on the church's clock tower, we were far enough away and the outfit I picked out would go in our bags. Our pace quickened at the prospect, our breasts spending more time popped out than contained in the flimsy vests. We didn't put much effort into squinting at the clock tower when we were far enough away, as a practiced reflex we whipped off the scant clothing we had and began joyously running up the hill. Richmond Park had always been in the shadow of London, what risks we took were freeing, but were incomparable to the purity of running naked among the untouched hills of the Faroe Islands. It was just me, Scarlett, our bodies and the world dancing in pure exhilaration. Whether or not our naked bodies could be seen from town was an irrelevance, we were certain they could hear our joyous laughter echoing among the hills. Every so often I would look over to see Scarlett, smiling with every inch of her body, her flesh bared to the world, and I would wonder if I also looked like I was in a joyous nirvana of nudity. When we got to the top of the hill we dropped out backpacks, kicked off our shoes and stood sky clad at the top of the world, the sweeping pastures and coves laid bare beneath our female forms. My heart was pumping so fast I didn't even notice I was shivering from the cold, it was a surprise when I felt Scarlett wrap a huge fleece blanket around me to keep me from literally freezing my tits off. I watched as Scarlett bent over to rummage through her bag for the second blanket, her perfect ass framing her clearly drenched pussy. Covered in goosebumps and shivering in the wind, I decided on a more direct approach to help her. I took the corners of the blanket in my arms and wrapped them around her shoulders so the blanket was covering us both, our naked bodies shivering together. Although we had shared our bodies a lot in our time together, I had never touched Scarlett. It was a wild and exciting feeling, being able to feel her breasts pressed against mine, our arms and legs clumsily intertwined, looking out over the hills it felt like the whole world belonged to us. I turned to see Scarlett staring at me. All the beauty of the world stretched out before us and she just wanted to see my smile. I hadn't noticed but I had been stroking her leg and seeing her face at its most ecstatic and content I knew what was coming next. The world swirled around us as, drawn by a mutual pull from an invisible force, we pulled ourselves to a close embrace. Scarlett bit her bottom lip as she brought her face closer to mine, our lips connected and suddenly that same excitement I felt when I first saw her naked came rushing back, like lightning had struck our hill and filled every pore with radiating electricity. She grabbed my bottom and pulled my body onto hers, rolling on top of one side of the blanket while the other rolled off my back. Our bodies once again exposed to the whipping winds, the tingles running up and down our skin as our hands began to explore each other in new and exciting ways. I remember I managed to get my hand between Scarlett's legs first, her pussy drenched and pulsing with anticipation. As I began to caress her pussy, spreading her labia and beginning to explore inside, my body gave way to a shudder of joy as I felt her fingers begin to explore my pussy in response. We howled with the wind as or we worked inside one another, our bodies rising and falling with waves of pleasure. I fell back in delight and before I knew it, Scarlett was shifting her body into a new position, her toned legs sliding past my body as she moved between my legs and began to grind her pussy against mine. On that hill with all of nature as our witness we became one flesh and shuddered to a fall together. We spent the next hour or so wrapped in the second blanket, sat on top of the first, caressing each other as we took in the surroundings our recent experiences, both absolutely breath-taking. After a while of calm, Scarlett took a big swig of her water and stood up. "Come on lazybones!" She announced, "Just because you pulled doesn't mean this isn't a jogging holiday. Let's head back to the cottage." Scarlett ran her hands up and down her body, and I once again saw that cheeky smile she gets when she has an idea. "How about a game of naked chicken? First one to put their clothes back on loses." "OK" I replied, "winner gets to sit on the losers face for as long as they want." Scarlett's face was a picture of admiration for me raising the stakes, she heartily agreed and we began to return to the cabin. Excitement turned to trepidation as the isolated nature began to be encroached upon by the man-made town. Suddenly we were not alone and my bravado was replaced with my classic bashfulness. I could now very clearly make out the time on the church clock, but also I could make out the cars bustling around on their business. It was when I could make out the paved roads and even some distant pedestrians that my nerves got the better of me and I began to reach into my bag, much to Scarlett's amusement. I put on my tennis skirt and loose vest and prepared to jog when Scarlett pointedly coughed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked. "Right here?" I couldn't believe what she was asking. "Right here, right now, I get to sit on your face for as long as I want." I had envisioned it being a fun little romp for when we got home but she was right, I had never specified where or when. Gingerly I took off my backpack and lay down on the cold grass. I took a last look at the nearby town before my view was obstructed by Scarlett standing over me, lowering her pussy onto my face. I stuck out my tongue in anticipation and when her lips met mine, I ate greedily. I have no idea how long I lay there, burying my tongue as deep into Scarlett's pussy as I could, but I was aware that Scarlett was having the time of her life, being eaten out on the outskirts of town, still bare and proud, I wish I had that confidence. After a shuddering orgasm that left me with a wet face, Scarlett got up and put on her own tennis skirt and vest. After being naked this scant covering gave us more comfort than it had done on our way out of the house, however I was still nervous of showing off my intimates to some local fisherman or storekeeper. When we got back to the cottage we stripped off, showered together and collapsed into each other's arms for an early afternoon nap. In the evening we descended on the town, it was fairly small and close knit but we were still able to find a pub that served a serviceable fisherman's pie. As the pub got more crowded we kept our ears to the ground, listening for any mention of naked women on the nearby hillside. As the night went on and the wine flowed we began to get more hands with one another and decided to head back to the cottage to use a hot tub Scarlett had neglected to tell me about. The next morning Scarlett made a show of revealing the outfits she wanted us to wear for our jogging excursion today. When she brought two tins of paint out of her bag I thought she was joking. "Of course we'll both have to shave some bits beforehand but yes, this is a nice thick paint that we can put on one another and fool the town into thinking we're wearing clothes." The paints were black and pink to match Scarlett's usual running clothes. I was still staring wide eyed at the tins of paint when Scarlett came back from her room with a razor and ushered me into the shower to lather me up. Scarlett was so graceful and precise with the razor, I felt smoother than I had ever felt down there, but that did make me nervous when it was my time to shave her. I feel I did a commendable job and seeing our shaved pussies made me feel like we were even more naked than before. Scarlett allowed me to go first with the paint, I started with the black paint, passing my brush over her skin to draw an outline of the jogging outfit I remember her having, black trousers and black top with vivid pink stripes. Scarlett couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish brush passing over her skin, I then filled in the gaps with a nice thick layer of paint, making sure to spend plenty of time covering her pussy and ass, a difficult task with her wet pussy interfering with the paint drying. I finished with the pink detailing and stepped back, I was actually quite proud of what I had done, it wouldn't fool anyone who passed close by but from a distance you could believe she wasn't naked. Scarlett took her the brush and stared into the paint cans. "You realise I only brought the two cans right?" She asked gazing into the pots. "With the amount you used on me, I'm going to have to give you a skimpier outfit than mine, and yours is going to be far more pink then black." I gulped with trepidation, I didn't realise I had to be sparing. I closed my eyes as Scarlett dipped her brush into the pink tin. My mouth slipped out a gasp of betrayal as I felt the brush begin to glide over my sensitive skin. My breathing audibly quickening as Scarlett paid close attention to my pussy. It wasn't long before she implored me to open my eyes and examine myself in the mirror. Scarlett had effectively given me a sleeveless crop top paired with tight pink short shorts. Some black detailing sold the illusion a bit but the abundance of bright pink made my contours more visible than Scarlett's concealing black. I stood as far away from the mirror as I could and still my pussy lips were clearly defined and visible from most angles, not to mention my stuff nipples that stood out so much they could be used to direct traffic. "Nobody is going to be fooled by this" I objected. "It's fine, barely anyone will be around this early in the morning and our running route takes us to the coast, along a bit and up a river, won't be anyone there this time of day and anyone far away won't give us a second glance." Scarlett reasoned pushing a backpack into my hands and ushering me towards the front door. I peeked out around the door and sure enough the road was empty, I stepped out and immediately felt that signature Faroe Island wind send goosebumps up and down my body, yet another thing that would easily give the game away to anyone close enough. Scarlett seemed more confident than me as she stepped out of the house but in fairness she had more to be confident about. We began our jog and I was immediately on the lookout for anyone who might see us. The sleepy village on a Saturday morning remained asleep, as we jogged by the bar the state of the gardens surrounding it spoke to a village wide hangover keeping our jog private. Once or twice a car would zoom past us, I was certain they would have gotten a great passing view if they were even half paying attention. As we got to the coast, some boats offshore gave me pause for concern, I only hoped the fishermen were concentrating more on the fish than on the functionally naked girls on the shore. Eventually we made it to the river and began to run inland, the isolation once again claiming us and removing all doubts. We remained on the riverbank, only straying as the surrounding muddiness forced us away, the uphill jog causing our calves to burn in sync. When we reached a beautiful waterfall, we didn't need words to agree this would be a good place to stop for a breather. There was no hesitancy like the previous day, the moment the blanket was down Scarlett was on me, our bodies immediately intertwined. Scarlett then pushed me flat to the blanket, and edged her way down between my legs. I couldn't believe my luck as I felt her tongue begin to playfully flick at my clitoris, I felt my body begin to betray me and clearly Scarlett felt it too, as she went from a playful toying to plunging her tongue between my labia, greedily eating my out, I unashamedly squealed myself through an orgasm. As she looked up at me from between my legs, I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the electric pink paint that had rubbed off on her face. "Oh you think that is funny?" she giggled pointing at my pussy. I looked down to see all the paint surrounding my dripping vagina missing, framed by bright pink there was no way anyone was missing that. "You bitch," I snorted, "that's it, I'm going to lick every ounce of paint off you" I yelled tackling her to the ground. We rolled around play fighting, interspaced with kissing, Scarlett often coming out on top and holding me down, the roar of the waterfall drowning out my groans of delight, but Scarlett clearly heard them. "You want me so bad, come and get me." She announced, her tell-tale cheeky grin letting me know she was about to do something crazy. Without warning she ran into the river behind us, heading straight for the waterfall and letting out a shriek as the cold water rinsed over her body and the paint began to flow into the stream. "Are you insane?" I yelled. "Come on, haven't you ever wanted to make out under a waterfall?" She replied. "Plus this paint isn't exactly non-toxic, I already feel woozy even though I spat out as much as I could, I couldn't have you licking it all off me." I knew it was a terrible idea, but seeing Scarlett wash away her paint, revealing her purest form frolicking in the crystal waters overwhelmed my brain with desire. Before I knew it, I was slowly wading out to her, the icy water numbing my legs. The cold waterfall took my breath away, but as I gasped I felt Scarlett's hands grab my waist and pull me tight to her, her tongue darting into my mouth as her body became a beacon of heat surrounded by the sensory pleasure of rushing water. My mind focused on every touch as my body numbed to anything that wasn't Scarlett's embrace. Our liaison under the waterfall was intense but brief, there's only so long you can spend under cold water before you need to dry off and warm up to save your extremities. We hadn't packed towels but the blankets seemed to work alright and we once again decided to share our body heat. It was quite some time before my head stopped spinning and I was able to address the question my mind had silenced in its erotic fog. "How are we going to get back to our house now?" I asked Scarlett. "We still have these blankets, we can just return with them wrapped around us," she sighed. It wasn't ideal but I agreed it was better than the alternative, we wrapped the damp blankets around our shivering bodies and began the long walk back to our warm cottage. By the time we got back the town was a bit busier. As we returned from the coast we got a few sideways glances but I was keeping my blanket tight around my body and Scarlett was doing the same, although she had taken to occasionally flashing me when nobody was looking. We fell through the door and immediately got to work lighting the fire to warm up our naked shivering bodies. We fell asleep in each other's arms in front of the fire and didn't wake up until mid-afternoon. I kissed Scarlett awake and went to grab a bottle of wine, after today I was fascinated about what her final day plans could possibly be. I was confused when Scarlett turned down the wine, her cheeky grin had been replaced with a nervous determination I had never seen from her. "This is the second jogging holiday I have been on." She stated pensively, "and what I want to do tomorrow is something I chickened out of last time. Please understand you don't have to do what I am promising to do, I just hoped that having someone with me would make it easier." I gulped at the thought of what would make Scarlett so nervous. "My plan is as follows, tomorrow we are due at the helipad at three in the afternoon, and it is about 5 miles away. What I want to do is drive to the waiting room tonight, and lock all my, and possibly your, clothes and bags in our storage locker. I have made arrangements for our rental car to be picked up from this house, so I want to leave the house naked, lock the door, post the keys through the letterbox and be without any possessions between here and the helipad." Scarlett stuttered out, blushing from head to toe, I blinked in shock. "People will definitely see you if you do that." I pointed out. "People who live in another country that I will never see again." Scarlett replied. "I just love the idea of having nothing on me at all, reset to just me. Please I want to do this even if you don't, and I won't force you to." I was clearly standing agape in front of Scarlett, who decided to make dinner to give me time to think. We ate dinner in silence, and then to make things seem more real, Scarlett left to begin packing up everything she owned, as she would have to take my luggage as well I decided to pack alongside her. But before I started, I picked out my jogging outfit and put it on. "Sorry Scarlett, I don't think I can go along with this." I announced as a single tear dropped down my face. "It's OK" Scarlett responded, "Just by being here you are doing more for me than I thought possible." She pulled me close for a hug that made me really feel like she meant what she said and more, this did not assuage my guilt. It was night when Scarlett edged out of the house naked, carrying her suitcase, me walking dejectedly behind her with mine. We loaded up the car and I shut the boot as Scarlett climbed into the driver's seat, pulling the seatbelt across her heaving breasts, struggling to contain her heavy breathing at the thought of what lay ahead. She gave me a shy kiss on the lips that I felt tingle down my body, shocking my system. "Wait!" I yelled. I still didn't feel comfortable with what was ahead, but I knew anything I faced with Scarlett I could handle. With shaking hands I stripped off my jogging outfit. Unashamed of the sleepy town surrounding us I took my time to open the boot and pack my only outfit into my bag, the tail lights of the car illuminating my naked body in scandalous red the whole time. I went back to the driver's seat to give Scarlett a much more intense kiss and as I turned to walk away she gave me a playful slap on the bottom. I went and sat in the house, fiddling with whatever I could, contemplating what lay ahead of me in silence. It was a couple of hours before I heard the car pull up at the cottage and Scarlett walked through the door, beaming with joy at the sight of me. "How does it feel to have absolutely nothing?" She asked. "I dunno, pretty freaky." I replied honestly. Scarlett put another log on the fire and sat down with me on the sofa. "I won't leave you." She reassured, stroking my body with all of herself. "Tomorrow when we step out of this house and lock the door behind us, the only thing we will have is the only thing we will need, each other." ... I don't think I had ever seen Scarlett genuinely nervous. I had sometimes seen that slight fade in her cheeky grin that would betray a measure of trepidation, but stood next to the front door I saw her whole body shaking at the thought of what lay ahead, her face a picture of steely determination. Thinking of myself, I felt my face and body language was probably no more reassuring. I took a deep breath and decided it was time to repay Scarlett for the world she had inadvertently introduced me to. I took her hand and smiled at her as I opened the front door, our bodies giving a small tell-tale jump as we heard the door close behind us. Scarlett was holding the keys to the house and car, so I nodded at her to do the final task that would lock us into our fate. I grabbed her ass as she bent over to post the keys back through the letterbox, then we both shuddered as we hear the metallic rattle of the keys hitting the floor. The previous days we had at least faced an empty road to get started in, that old adage of starting so it is easier to continue than to stop, but on those days we had left early in the morning while the town was still sleepy. We turned around and immediately noticed a couple stood in the street staring at us. Scarlett stared back at them, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, I wasn't going to let that happen. Forcing myself to laugh, I grabbed Scarlett by the hand and dragged her into a jog, giving a cheerful wave to the gawking couple as we passed. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening." Scarlett stammered as she got into a familiar rhythm of a jog, her naked body drawing stares from the occasional bystander. "Come on Scarlett!" I yelled, "I'm not leaving your side." I was hoping that keeping my focus on Scarlett would help distract me from the equal attention my nude form was getting. We jogged along the road, our bare feet slapping against the concrete. I was concerned that the town still seemed quite empty, we were getting the odd passer-by who would receive us with either a gawking stare or a hearty catcall, but I could have sworn I had seen the town busier on other days. When we turned the corner at the end of the road, it became clear where the whole town was. That church, the one whose clock tower we used as a barometer of town proximity, had been filled with townspeople attending the Sunday morning service. Almost exactly as we turned the corner, the bells began to ring and the doors were flung open for all the people of the town to go back to their lives. We stared in disbelief at the crowd of churchgoers, who in turn stared back at two naked women, approaching them at speed. Scarlett began to wave. There was no single reaction from the crowd, the priest was the first to break the silence, yelling that we were "Jezebels" and all manner of uncouth names. The wives mainly tried to cover their husband's eyes while the husbands did what they could to get an eyeful of our tits and pussy. Among some of the parishioners I saw a shock with a glint of intrigue, leading me to wonder if we had spread out love for spontaneous nudity further that day and that copycats would be left in our wake. As we passed the crowd a couple of older ladies broke from the masses to chase us, handbags firmly grasped and ready to be swung at any errant body part not fast enough to avoid their wrath, we were confident we could outrun the elderly but quickened our pace just in case. Once we had enough distance from the crowd to ensure our getaway, our pace slowed again. Scarlett turned to blow the crowd kisses and even gave a couple of cheeky slaps on her bottom to taunt the pious. I could barely bring myself to wave at them, the thought of my naked body being burned into their minds started to chip away at the false confidence I had used to get Scarlett moving. "One second, in all this excitement we forgot to stretch at the start of our run." Scarlett announced, bringing our jog to a halt, still firmly within view of the church crowd. "Come on, we don't want to cramp." She turned to face the crowd and lowered herself to a squat, stretching one leg to the side before stretching each leg in turn, showing off her open legs to the crowd. She was stretching for a good ten seconds before I decided to join in. Next we moved stood up straight and leant on each other in order to lift our legs up behind our backs, each pushing the other to lift higher and show off more. The crusading old ladies were catching their breath and getting ready for a second assault so we decided one more stretch, we didn't even need to look at each other to know which one. We both turned our backs on the crowd, moved our legs apart to a wide stance, before bending over and touching the ground. Between my legs, I could see the reaction from the crowd as I thrust my pussy and anus towards them. The Faroe Island winds whipped around my rudest parts and my body shivered all over. I didn't have time to really drink in the moment as one of the healthier old women had caught her breath and was within handbag swatting distance of our exposed bottoms. Laughing our heads off we began running again. We got to the edge of town and kept going, Scarlett leading the way as she knew where we were going. We decided to run on the grass verge next to the road to keep our bare feet from being scraped by the concrete road. "This is amazing!" Scarlett yelled to the hills. "How does it feel to have absolutely nothing on you?" I blushed at the question, fumbling for words to answer her but Scarlett couldn't stand the silence. "I mean think about it, if we get separated, or if I couldn't remember the locker combination, we're both out here with nothing on us, what would we do?" Scarlett had a point and I felt a deep feeling of fear deep in my stomach at the thought. I was, in every sense of the word, exposed. Even more so than Scarlett as I didn't know how to get to the locker, or its combination. The only thing keeping me from being permanently naked and penniless in a foreign country was trust in a woman I had fallen in love with l, but a woman I only knew as the Richmond park streaker about six months ago. Scarlett interrupted this train of thought by grabbing me and giving me a deep and frenzied kiss. "Thank you so much for doing this with me." She cooed, licking my taste off her lips. "I've never felt so free, I feel like I could just dissolve into the breeze with you and we could spend the rest of our lives blowing around the islands, forever entwined." My knees felt weak at this, I never was one for soppy romance but it was hard not to feel so loved at that moment. Clearly Scarlett was also not one for romance as she caught herself and quickly corrected, "Unfortunately we have a helicopter to catch so we'll have to do that another time." We kept jogging over a hill before we spotted a small village, Scarlett pointed out that the helipad was over the hill on the far side and we agreed that even though we had the option to go around the village and avoid all the villagers, we would be going straight through the middle. Once again empty roads gave way to sparse houses and the occasional person who would stop to stare at the two naked women jogging through their village. We drank in every look we got, each one encouraging us in their own way, the excited would will us on and the disparaging would be another person we were rebelling against. We got to the centre of the village and another cheeky grin found its way across Scarlett's face. "We didn't bring a bottle of water on this run, hydration is important." She announced, "how about we nip into that village pub for a glass of water?" The words were barely out of her mouth by the time she was pushing open an old oak door of a whitewashed cottage, the old sign on the threshold announcing we were entering 'The Salty Captain.' As I entered the pub, I immediately discovered why the village was a bit sparsely populated, they appeared to all be in the bar. Every seat was taken and there was a small but disorderly queue by the bar, the quiet hum of conversation cut to a thick silence as we walked in the door. "Two glasses of water please?" Scarlett demurely asked, her every word seeming to echo around the stunned silence of the pub. The bartender mutely obeyed, his jaw barely leaving the floor. With nowhere to sit, we each took a glass of water and stood at the bar, clearly now the firm centre of attention. Slowly the murmur of chatting began again and we began to feel like we needed to get our helicopter. We walked towards the door, rising above the moans and pleas for us to stay, but one voice seemed to cut above the rest. "Scarlett?" All colour drained from Scarlett's body, the whole point of this trip was we could do things like this without being recognised and yet someone in a remote Faroe Island pub just blurted out her name. She staggered round as if someone had just punched her in the stomach to look for who had just seen her. Sitting in one of the booths with a pie and a pint was a wiry man that looked vaguely familiar to me, I could see from the look on Scarlett's face she had the same sense of Deja vu but couldn't place the man. "It's Tim, the helicopter pilot." Scarlett relaxed a little but not a lot, it wasn't someone who knew her directly, a Faroe Islander who wouldn't have any connection to our normal lives. Nonetheless this was someone who knew her name and address from the booking, even if he couldn't do anything with this information she was now more known than she wanted from the experience. "I was just finishing up before coming to give you a lift to the airport, why don't you come sit with me and we can head to the helipad together." Scarlett stammered for a second before I decided to be her pillar of strength. "Thanks Tim, but as you can see we need to get changed out of our jogging outfits before the helicopter flight." I replied, gripping my thigh to try and keep my composure. We stared at him for a second before I grabbed Scarlett by the hand and dragged her out of the pub. "Shit." she remarked, "Shit!" she went on to exclaim. "Shit, shit, shit" she added. "Maybe there is something we can salvage from this?" I interrupted, grasping Scarlett's arm to calm her down. "What do you mean?" She asked, visibly panicking. "Calm down honey." I stated, grabbing both her shoulders and forcing her to stare straight into my eyes. "Our helicopter pilot has seen us naked, we need to accept that. If we do we can have some fun. How about a race? If we jog to the helipad before Tim can finish his pie and drive there, we get changed as planned. If Tim beats us there, we give him our luggage and let him decide when we get it back." I could see Scarlett weighing up this option in her mind, my mind was eased when I saw her trademark cheeky grin return. She gave me a big hug and I marvelled that I still felt so overjoyed at the feeling of her naked body pressing against mine. Before I had a chance to stop her she rushed back into the pub, she was barely in there 20 seconds before she returned to me. "Alright, now Tim knows our plan and the code to our locker. We should get moving," she announced before jogging right past me and towards the hill with the helipad on the other side. I squealed with disbelief and took off after her, I had hoped a cheeky suggestion would give her back her pep, but now we were risking so much more. I was willing to trust Scarlett but not Tim, I was powerless against Scarlett's charms but I wasn't willing to be powerless to a helicopter pilot I have never met before. Scarlett took us off the road and through the countryside, adamant that we were going as the crow flies and with the added bonus that we wouldn't see Tim overtake us in his car so would not know whether or not we had won until we reached the helipad. We started off with our usual jogging and laughing, but gradually this evolved into a mad dash across the countryside, each of us with thoughts of the consequences of our tardiness. As we crested the hill we saw a helicopter take off, alerting us to how close we were to the helipad (and making us worry about whether Tim was behind the controls.) We bounced our way down the hill, naked, tired and aching and practically kicked down the door of the hangar where the lockers were kept. Scarlett staggered to the locker, catching her breath and twisting the padlock to the combination that would yield our bags. The locker swung open to reveal it was as bare as we were We looked around and out of the window spotted Tim, stood next to his helicopter, waving to us. Scarlett shot me a look that said "this was your idea." I shot her one back that hopefully communicated "you were the one who gave him our locker code." Shaking we walked out onto the concrete helipad. "Hello ladies, as per Scarlett's instructions I have hidden your suitcases." He announced with a gleeful look on his face. "I'll you what, pose for a commemorative photo in front of my helicopter and I'll tell you where they are." Scarlett's face turned crimson. "Hell no, what of someone I know sees it?" she objected. "You know many people planning to take a helicopter flight in the Faroe Islands?" Tim retorted. Scarlett considered this for a minute before taking a deep breath and going to stand next to the helicopter, me walking dejectedly behind her. Tim raised his camera phone and beckoned us to smile and pose for him. I chose to point at his helicopter in the most sexy pose I could muster, but as I got in position Scarlett had a different idea. She grabbed my body and pulled it close to hers, licking my lips before connecting with her own, one fabulous kiss later Tim's camera was full and his cock was clearly hard. Scarlett stared into my eyes and grinned at her ingenuity, with our faces pressed together it would be difficult to tell who we were. "Lovely, this will make great promotional material. Well a deals a deal, I know you want to get to the airport as soon as possible, so I sent a friend ahead with your luggage." Scarlett and I looked at each other. We were even further away from our luggage than when we first started this adventure, more isolated and more nude. Tim helped us into his helicopter, both opting to strap ourselves into the back seats, the five point harnesses causing our breasts to bulge and digging in to our pussies. Tim got into the helicopter and started her up, the blades swinging, sending vibrations throughout the cockpit. I looked over to Scarlett and saw she was starting to enjoy this as much as I was. As we rose up into the Faroe Island sky, I leaned over as much as I could with the harness and gave Scarlett a kiss, a quick peck to know we still had each other. Scarlett had clearly been affected more by the vibrations than I had and grabbed me to give a much more passionate kiss back. High above the Faroe Islands, we looked upon the stretching hills and valleys for the last time, we were flying in every sense of the word, our naked bodies inadvertently grinding against our seatbelts, our hands as much on each other as air safety would allow, the roar of the helicopter motor hiding our moans of ecstasy despite everything the flight was over too soon. We got to Vagar airport and Tim's friend was soon on the radio to tell us where we could collect our suitcases. He had left them in the small helicopter hangar that he assured us was usually empty. Scarlett and I were still in a daze from the helicopter, which I think is what prompted Scarlett to grab the helicopter radio. "That won't do," she announced. "Take our bags to baggage claim in the airport and we'll pick them up there." She looked at me and her cheeky grin turned maniacal, once the helicopter engine was off and it was safe to undo the straps she pounced on me, wildly kissing and grabbing anything and everything she could. Tim guided us to the door to the arrivals section of the airport, all the way staring at our tits and telling us how unbelievable the situation was, I couldn't help but agree with him. Vagar airport is not the busiest airport in the world, it receives a few flights a day from mostly Scandinavian tourists, so I felt so lucky that as we entered the arrivals terminal the whole place appeared to be empty. Scarlett and I walked up to the baggage carousel and began to wait, playfully pinching one another. We waited and waited and still no sign of the carousel starting up to relinquish our clothes, in the distance a plane's engines roar as our playful pinching turns into an all-out tickle fight. We were jerked out of our fun by the sound of the carousel engine roaring into life, a few moments later the belt began to move. We bounced in anticipation of finally having our bags back. With the benefit of hindsight I realise what went wrong, the carousel was not turned on by Tim's friend, he simply put our bags on it and left. The carousel was turned on when a flight full of people pulled into the terminal. So as Scarlett and I waited for our final moments of nudity to be over, the door from the runway opened, and behind us filtered in a plane full of passengers. We could hear the tumbling of bags behind us but they weren't out yet, we were doomed to be seen by even more people. Scarlett simply shrugged, turned around and waved. "Welcome to the Faroe Islands!" She announced as the doors opened. ... Epilogue ... After greeting some people and posing for a few photos Scarlett and I were able to get our bags and get out of there. We spent the entire flight back to London in a haze of relief and giddiness. When we arrived back at Heathrow we went our separate ways, planning to meet up for jogging tomorrow morning. I didn't think we could just go back to the way things were but somehow we managed to slip into old patterns, jogging everyday with the occasional bit of nudity and risk taking. It was another couple of months before Scarlett greeted me with her trademark cheeky grin. "How attached would you say you are to your job?" she asked. I admitted I was not paid enough and did not like my manager enough to have cultivated loyalty. "That's great, how would you like a new job? It's just my consultancy firm has won two new contracts that I would really like an admin to help me with. It seems the US national park service wants someone to set up a network of webcams all over their national parks, so myself and one other person would need to go deep into national parks all over America setting them up." I found myself chuckling at the thought, being paid to go on naked hikes with Scarlett seemed like a dream come true. "What's the other contract?" I asked. "The bread and butter of any web consultancy, a porn site. This one specialised in exhibitionism and public nudity, plotting their videos on a map so people can look up places near them where women have been naked in public." This made me a bit more uncertain, but as I looked into Scarlett's eyes I knew I couldn't say no to the life of adventure she was inviting me to. "When do I start?" I nervously asked. "Well I promised them a video from London by the end of the day," she stated, pulling out the camera she had hidden behind her back, "so consider your job interview a naked lap of the golf course." With a blushing smile, I began to remove my jogging outfit.

Jackie and Jenny in the Caribbean Author: TrackJim Jackie and Jenny in the Caribbean - Part One Jackie was thrilled as she read the letter from Nuclear Cosmetics. She had entered a jingle contest for their line of sun screens and had won a fully paid trip to the Caribbean for two. Not being involved with any one at the moment she decided to see if her cousin Jenny would be interested in joining her. It would be a nice break from the winter's cold. As Jackie prepared to call Jenny, she hesitated. The events of the Thanksgiving and Christmas which left them both naked on a parade float, briefly rekindled Jackie's memory of other embarrassing situations. After she and Jenny had finally been rescued, they had sought refuge in Jenny's home. Jenny had told her of some of Jenny's naked experiences. Jackie had found herself ashamed as she found herself aroused by some of the situations. Jackie did not want the experiences to happen to herself, but Jackie's own loss of control and humiliation left Jackie stimulated. With Jenny along Jackie might help her out and determine if Jackie's own feelings were unique. Jenny responded to the situation enthusiastically. When Jackie told Jenny would have lots of opportunities to get a good tan, Jenny revealed that she only wore one piece suits as they tended to be safer. Jackie said not to worry. Nuclear Cosmetics promised to provide several bikinis, sunscreen and other leisure-wear. Part of the trip's deal with Nuclear Cosmetics required that a photographer shoot photos on one of the days as part of their 'Winner's Coverage' for use in future contests. They agreed on the second week of February as the perfect time. They spent the next two weeks with dreams of palm trees, ocean breezes and sandy white beaches. --------------------- Jackie and Jenny flew into Miami International Airport on different flights within minutes of each other. Jackie rushed to the gate in time to greet Jenny. They likeness between the two was great. Jackie looked to be Jenny's younger sister. Jackie was a bit longer waisted with slightly shorter legs and a browner shade of blond, but the they could have been sisters. They were both dressed for the colder climates they came from and wanted to change into polo shirts and shorts more appropriate to the warm Miami and warmer Caribbean. Their suitcases were already being forwarded onto the flight to St. Justin Island, but they had both carried a change of clothes in their carry-on bags. Jenny had a momentary chill as she remembered her last visit to the airport, but they proceeded to the women's room and changed. They left the women's wearing almost identical white tops and shorts that did little to hide their curves and endowments. Forty-five minutes they boarded their connecting flight to St. Justin. They arrived on time and were whisked to their hotel room by a limo provided by Nuclear Cosmetics. They were greeted at the hotel by the representative from Nuclear Cosmetics and led to their fourth floor room. From the open balcony doors they saw a beautiful beach with crashing waves from a deep blue sea. They NC representative spoke. "My name is Amanda. We have an agenda set up for you. This first day is your to get used to the surrounding. Tomorrow the photographer will meet you on the beach at 9 AM for your photo shoot. Bring all the bikinis in this bag, they are your wardrobe for the shoot. There is also sunscreen in the bag. They next two days we have arranged for a charter sail boat to cruise around the islands under your direction. The remaining three days are completely open for anything you may want to do. I'll be here at 8:30 AM to take you to the beach. Here is my card with my cell phone number. If you have any problems, you can reach me any time. I hope you enjoy your stay." Jackie and Jenny had no questions so Amanda left. They opened the bag of bikinis. There were twenty-five different bikinis in the bag and several bottle of the NC sunscreen and lotion. Jenny's modesty made her ask if she could change in the bathroom. Jackie said okay and that she would also change into one. Jackie picked a bright blue wet-look number that exposed most of her cheeks and snugly covered most of her firm breasts. The material stretched over her breasts into an attractive 'shelf'. Jackie was looking at herself in a full length mirror when Jenny stepped from the bathroom. Jenny stepped out in a tiny top that covered little more that her nipples. The bottom was cut more like a G-string that crawled up her crack, leaving her ass very exposed. Jenny's stood next to Jackie and blushed deep red as she saw her reflection in the mirror. "I can't wear this in public" exclaimed Jenny. "I feel naked." "You look fantastic, Jenny. If you are uncomfortable we can trade suits. You obviously don't need the support of this stretchy top, but it will give you more coverage. Let's see what the other suits are like." Jenny returned to the bathroom and they both changed again. Each suit was found to be sexy and revealed a lot of flesh. Jackie said that was the object of bikinis, but Jenny was still modest of her figure. Jenny finally ended up choosing the wet-look blue suit Jackie had first tried on. Jackie picked the tiniest of the bikinis in hot pink with side ties on the bottom. They wrapped themselves large towels, grabbed the sunscreen and their bags and they left for the beach. The beach had only a few sunbathers and swimmers. They walked down the beach to a more secluded section. Finding themselves out of sight of the others, they spread their towels, applied sunscreen and laid on their towel. Jackie rolled onto her stomach and pulled her top over her head. "Jackie, do you think that is wise?" "Jenny, we are on vacation. You have to learn to relax. Besides I did not say you had to remove you top. I just want to start a nice tan without any strap marks on my back." Fifteen minutes passed and no one came by. Jackie rolled onto back. "JACKIE! Don't you feel you have to put your top back on. You are topless." "I'm just so relaxed. Why bother?" Jackie felt the hot sun on her breast and sighed. She loosened the string ties on the side of her bottom and moved them so that her crotch was covered, but her thighs and waist were full exposed to the sun. She became drowsy and drifted into a light sleep. Jenny watched Jackie and wondered. She knew that Jackie was almost as modest and herself and had dreaded being caught naked in public. Jackie must trust Jenny enough to protect her. Jenny rolled over on her stomach. Within minutes Jenny had drifted into a deep sleep. Jackie woke with a start as a wet tongue washed her right cheek. She sat up and found a beautiful golden retriever panting in front of her. Jackie held her arms over her chest and looked around her. It was just her, Jackie and the dog. "If there is a dog, there must be an owner and he might be coming along soon." Jackie reached over to grab her top. The dog, thinking this was an object of play, scooped the top up in his mouth and backed up a few steps. "Here, girl. Please come here." pleaded Jackie. The dog maintained its distance. Jackie stood and grabbed her towel. Her bikini bottom dropped between her legs, forgotten. "If I throw the towel, maybe the dog will drop my top and go after it" thought Jackie. She balled the towel and threw it to the right of the dog. The dog trotted over to the towel and scooped it up without dropping Jackie's top. Jackie, now thoroughly frustrated, took off after the dog. The dog galloped about fifty feet and Jackie realized she was not going to catch the dog, it was just to fast. It slowed to a trot and disappeared around a rocky outcropping away from the hotel. Jackie, now realizing she was nude ran back to where she had laid. As she approached the spot the dog zoomed past like a rocket. He scooped up her bikini bottom and disappeared the way he had come at full speed. Jackie sat next to the sleeping Jenny with her bare bottom on the hot sand. Jackie started crying and Jenny stirred. Jenny looked over at Jackie. Jenny's squinted sleepily as Jackie and then her eyes opened wide. "Jackie, what happened?!? Jackie explained about the dog. Jenny now knew what it had been like when others heard her own stories. Jenny would have laughed if not for the expression on Jackie's face. "Here dear, let's wrap my towel around you and we'll head back now. The towel is large enough to cover you well enough." Jackie stood as Jenny passed the towel to her. Jackie quickly wrapped it around her naked body. It was fairly large and covered her was well as a sarong. She should be able to get back safely. Jackie and Jenny need to cross the crowded pool area to get back to the elevators that led to their room. As they approached the pool area the golden retriever reappeared and closed his mouth on the bottom edge of the towel. Jackie clinched her left hand at the towel where it was knotted between her ample breasts. Her right hand attempted to hold the towel together at her crotch. Jenny grabbed the towel near the dog's mouth and pulled against the dog. Jackie was screeching in horror as she felt she was about to be stripped naked. Jenny was groaning as she pulled with all her might against the dog. The dog dropped the end of the towel and lunged at Jenny. The nails on the dog's right paw caught on the material between Jenny's heaving breasts. RRRIIIIPPPPP. Jenny's torn top fell open and the dog dropped back to all fours. His jaws closed again on Jackie's towel. Jackie was pulled off balance and was pulled forward into Jenny who had her arms around her chest. Jackie lost her grip and fell backward toward the pool. By reflex she reach toward Jenny support as the dog raced away with the towel. Jackie right hand caught the back Jenny's bikini bottom. As Jackie fell into the pool Jenny's legs were pulled out from under her and the bikini bottom was pulled down and off her legs. SPLASH! Jackie fell in the water in a three-quarter belly flop which stun her naked breasts and knocked the breath from her. She came up sputtering in time to see Jenny's naked bottom bouncing as she jumped into the elevator. The elevator doors closed. Jackie was left pressing her breasts against the side of the pool. There were shouts, laughter and even applause as Jackie's face and shoulders turned beet red. Moments later, when she got her breath, she pulled herself out of the water, to more applause, and ran for the elevator. Her hair clung to flat to her head. As Jackie ran the water shook from her luscious curves. She stood dripping water at the door for what seemed like forever until the elevator returned. The elevator rose to the fourth floor with no stops. As the door opened the naked Jenny greeted her with a frown. "I dropped our room key at the pool when the dog attacked. We have to go back down to get it" Jenny exclaimed. The blush on both women had extended down over their breasts as Jackie ran through the pool area and retrieved their key while Jenny held the elevator. As the two finally fell on their beds, neither could believe what had happened in their first two hours here. And there were seven days left. ------ Back on the beach a man walked, calling for his dog. "Ashley, where are you girl? The dog appeared around an outcropping and trotted to her owner. "What have we here?" The dog dropped a bikini top and bottom from his mouth. "What have you been up to?" he exclaimed as he held up the bikini, smiling at his own imagination. "Up to your old tricks again? Ever since I got you from that old stripper, you can't seem to break the habit of getting into the act?" He chuckled as he petted the panting dog. "Maybe I should follow you on your romps. Come along now girl". Jackie and Jenny in the Caribbean - Part Two With some concern Jackie and Jenny met Amanda the next morning for the photo shoot. As the day wore on and no mishaps occurred Jackie and Jenny grew more comfortable. Amanda and the photographer were patient and courteous. A cabana had been provided for Jackie and Jenny to change in and they were occasionally joined by Amanda who also changed into some sexy bikinis. All three women's sexy bodies were revealed by the bikinis, sun wraps and short robes, but there was not hint of being topless or bottomless. Amanda also reminded them to keep applying the sunscreen "You don't want to burn that healthy skin of yours." The photographer was very professional. He complemented Jackie and Jenny on their figures and helped them with their poses. At the end of the session he gave them his card and said that he could use them as paid models on future shoots. Jenny modestly declined but Jackie said she might take him up on it as long as there was no topless or nude requirements. They were told they could keep the assortment of bikinis for themselves. Amanda gave them each a bag of leisure wear: an assortment of shorts, slacks and tops. The photographer and Amanda said bye and wished them a pleasant vacation. Jackie and Jenny returned to their room and changed into light slacks and polo shirts. The two women spent the rest of the day wondering the nearby villages and seeing the island sights. The next day Jackie and Jenny went down to the peer where the chartered boat was supposed to be waiting for them. Following the written instructions from Amanda they found the 28 foot sailboat, "The Wet Dream". Jackie and Jenny chuckled at the name. They were delighted when the charter captain turned out to be a petite, attractive woman of about forty. Her small breasts did nothing to detract from her long dark hair and complexion. The captain introduced herself as Ellen and immediately set the women at ease. Ellen said she had been captaining the boat for six years after she bought it off the former owner. Ellen was licensed and "hadn't lost a passenger, yet". Ellen suggested a course that would take them past some uninhabited islands that day. They would drop anchor that evening in a small cove that was very private. The next day they would visit a quaint little island that had not gone commercial where visitors were greeted in a friendly manner. Jackie and Jenny said the agenda sounded wonderful. Ellen said she would occasionally need some help with the sailing, but that she would usually be able to handle the boat by herself. Using the motor they left the harbor. Once out of the harbor Ellen hoisted the main sail and they slid along the quiet seas so the sound of the waves and seagulls. Ellen had Jackie take the wheel for a few minutes on the open sea and went below. Ellen reappeared a few minutes later wearing just a white bikini panty. Her small firm breasts showed no signs of any tan lines and none were visible around her panty. "Is that your usual naval attire?" asked Jackie. "No, but with just you two here, it will do. I like the feel of the sun and the wind on my body. I'll put something more on if we are approached by another boat." Ellen took the wheel. "Why don't you too join me." Jackie smiled and went below. Jenny blushed deeply red when Jackie reappeared wearing their tiniest G-string bikini panty. Jackie stood next to Ellen and they talked as Jenny stood silently to the side. "Jen" asked Jackie "why don't you join us. The sun feels wonderful." Jenny answered "No, I just couldn't". Jenny blush deepened as she went to the foredeck and laid down on a towel. The sun did feel wonderful and there was no one around. After a few minutes Jackie dropped next her Jenny on another towel. "Jackie, how can you just lie there exposed like that?" "Jen, it is such a wonderful day and it is just us girls. What could happen?" Jackie rubbed sunscreen on her breast and worked it over her body. "Could you help me with my back?" Jenny took the sunscreen as Jackie turned over. Jackie's hands worked the the sunscreen into Jackie's back. With Jackie's back now covered, Jenny worked her way up Jackie's legs. As she got to Jackie's upper thighs Jackie said "Wait a minute." Jackie stood, removed her bikini bottom and laid back on her stomach. Jenny hesitantly finished the Jackie's upper thighs and started on Jackie's back. Jenny realized how good this must feel to Jackie as Jackie uttered several relaxing moans. After finishing with Jackie Jenny decided to re-apply her own sunscreen. Jenny sat on the foredeck and worked the sunscreen down her own shoulders to the tops of her breasts. After pausing a few moments Jenny untied her top and worked the sunscreen into her pale breasts. She realized her nipples were very erect and moaned as she rubbed extra lotion over them. She looked around and saw no other boats or land anywhere close. She pulled her bottom down her legs and passed her hands over her lips. She felt herself moisten as she responded to her own touch. She realized she was being very aroused, but she was not going to masturbate here in front of Jackie and the world. She laid back on her towel and felt the sun on her outstretched body. Within moments she was asleep. Ellen came forward to check on her two passengers. She smiled at the two sleeping nudes on the foredeck. Ellen scooped up their few pieces of clothing and took them to her own cabin. She locked the door to the cabin area and returned to the wheel. Ellen steered on to the uninhabited island where she had planned to stay the night. Forty-five minutes later as Ellen was easing the boat into a cove on the island, Ellen heard a scream from the foredeck. "Where's my bikini?" It was Jackie's voice. There was the sound of bare feet running down the port side of the boat. "Ouch. Help." Jenny, after stubbing her toe, had lost her balance and fallen into the water. SPLASH!!!! There was a giggle and Jackie shouted "Nude overboard". Jackie walked more carefully along the port side and dropped a life jacket down to Jenny who was treading water. The boat was at a standstill. Ellen dropped the anchor from the starboard side and walked over to stand above Jenny. Jackie, wrapped in a towel, was giggling as Jenny pulled the life jacket over her head and tied the loosely tied the front of the jacket over her chest. "You find that funny?" asked Ellen. "Yes, Jenny is so modest even when there is not one but us to see her" answered Jackie. "Well, in that case.." Ellen pusHed Jackie over the side, grabbing the towel and holding it. Jackie was taken totally by surprise and fell naked into the clear water. Ellen laughed and said "You two head for the beach. I'll join you with the picnic basket for dinner." Jackie was laughing too and set out for the beach. Jenny was a bit mad and followed after a few moments. As Jackie walked out of the water, she found herself stimulated by the fact that here she was nude on a island. Her clothes were back on the boat. Jackie sat on a log and felt one with nature. She was reminded of some of her old college exploits. Jackie sat and stared at the sky. She unconsciously held her left arm in front of her breasts and closed her legs. Jenny walked out of the water with her left arm over her breasts and her right hand over her pussy. Jenny's blush was very obvious. "Come on, Jen. There no one to be embarrassed in front of. It's just Ellen and me here." Jenny was not relaxing. Ellen had inflated a raft. The picnic basket was in the raft. Ellen was swimming behind the raft pushing it to shore. Ellen emerged from the water still wearing only her bikini bottom. After beaching the raft Ellen walked up the beach with the basket and spoke. "I see at least one of you is still not comfortable in her birthday suit. Here." Ellen reached into the basket, pulled out two long T-shirts and passed them to Jackie and Jenny. Jenny thanked Ellen and quickly put her T-shirt on. As Jackie noticed her own arm over her breasts she decided a T-shirt would comfort her too. She pulled it on. The T-shirts reached to about a foot over Jackie's and Jenny's knees. Jenny visibly relaxed. The three women eat and chatted. Jenny was drawn into the conversation. As they finished eating Ellen asked "I see from your tan lines that you must not get much opportunity to do any nude sunbathing? Why don't you two just relax as I clean up and get the basket back on the boat. Give me your T-shirts." Jackie giggled and pulled hers over her head. Jenny did not move. "Come on Jenny. It's just us. You have to relax" said Jackie. Jenny stood and reluctantly removed her T-shirt. Ellen placed the T-shirts in her basket and headed for the raft and said "I'll be ready to se sail in about thirty minutes. I'll sound the boat's horn and you can swim out." Jackie and Jenny settled down on their towels under the bright tropical sun. --------- On the other side of the island three rubber rafts filled with the local militia were practicing their landing and raiding techniques. The drug traffickers were using these small islands to exchange money and goods. The militia needed to practice so that they could surprise the traffickers. They worked in silence as their electric motored rafts approached the beach. The sixteen men quietly stormed the beach. They were to work their way across the island to the cove and hid in a practice ambush. They had been warned that special agents disguised as tourists would be their targets. They were to take them into custody as if they were the real thing. No bullets were to be fired, but all standard procedures were to be used. Approaching the cove the men took up their positions behind the foliage near the edge of the beach. The lieutenant commanding the men edged forward to take in the situation. A "charter boat" was anchored in the harbor. A figure was visible moving on the boat. "Duckling to Mother Goose. A sea approach must be timed to take the boat. Plan your approach for 30 minutes from now. Mark!" "Confirmed Duckling. Mother Goose out." Using the binoculars the lieutenant slowly scanned the beach. He froze as he saw two blondes laying stomach down on blankets. "What a disguise! This was planned well by headquarters. Men, move forward, but do not expose yourselves to view. We will be storming out in about 28 minutes. Prepare yourselves. Remember, no ammunition in your guns. This is just a simulation." The other men moved up to take in the view. And what a view it was. One of the women turned over. Her nude body was delicious. The second woman turned over and sat up. Some of the men were uncomfortable at the exposed female flesh. Suddenly a horn sounded from the boat. The lieutenant, thinking they had been seen, ordered "Charge now, now, now!" Sixteen camouflaged figures burst from the foliage as the two women stood up. Jackie and Jenny turned as they heard the lieutenant's shout. Jenny muttered "Oh no, oh no" as they were surrounded. "Stand still with your hands behind your backs" ordered the lieutenant. Jackie and Jenny were terrified. Were these men terrorists or what? As Jackie tried to asked what was going on, cuffs were snapped on their wrists and gags placed in their mouths. The lieutenant shouted to the boat "Stay where your are." Without boats and no ammunition of their own the men were unable to do much as they saw the anchor hoisted and heard the motor start. Jenny and Jackie watched as Ellen took the boat (and their clothes) out of the cove. "Lieutenant," said one of the men "our sea-borne assistance is still twenty minutes away." "We'll just have to be satisfied with what we got." The lieutenant turned to see his men staring at the two naked "traffickers". "You get busy. Search the area and confiscate all belongings." "Sir, there is only these two towels. They is nothing else of any significance around here. Should be do a search of the prisoners." A smile crept onto the face of the militia man. "Well the strip is needless. We will let headquarters perform any invasive searches. We'll take them back with us." Grabbing the radio he continued. "Mother Goose, this is duckling. Sea-borne assistance is no pointless. Return for debriefing." "Acknowledged, Duckling. Mother Goose out." Jenny and Jackie had to trudge back to the militia boats, gagged and handcuffed. Their blushes reached down to their toes as the men helped them walk. The occasional "assistance" often were hands to the breasts and asses. Jenny was totally humiliated at the situation. With the cuffs on there was absolutely nothing she could do to cover herself or even protect herself from the frequent touch of the men. Jackie was embarrassed too, but found herself surrendering to the situation and getting a bit of a thrill from it. She shamefully admitted to herself that she was aroused. Only the sweat poring down her torso and onto her legs hid that fact that she was secreting between her legs. Once at the boats they were helped in, still nude. The boats met a small cutter. The women were escorted on board and placed in a windowless room by themselves. After about twenty minutes they heard and felt the cutter dock. They were escorted back to the foredeck. The cutter was docked on a pier in the middle of the harbor. Civilian craft and people stared from the dock and boats as the two bound nude women were forced to stand on the bow of the cutter. The lieutenant stood between this prisoners. Suddenly the radio on his belt chirped. "Lieutenant Largos, here." There was as pauses as he listened to a voice. "What do you mean where are we? We conducted the raid and have prisoners right here" shouted Lieutenant Largos." A few more moments passed as Largos listened. He was clearly upset and a blush started to form on his face. He clipped the radio back on his belt and ordered "Get these women back below to the captain's cabin right now." Several eager men helped Jackie and Jenny to a much larger cabin with portholes. A few minutes later Largos entered the room. Largos spoke. "I'm sorry ladies. There has been some error in our orders." The gags and cuffs were removed. As Jackie and Jenny tried to cover themselves Largos continued. "We were ordered to exercise on the wrong island and took you to as agents acting as drug traffickers. We are getting clothes for you now. You will be escorted back to your hotel with our sincerest apologies." There was a knock on the door and clothes were handed into Largos. The women quickly donned the pullover tunics that covered them to their thighs. "We are very sorry for our mistake. If there's anything we can do, just ask." Jackie, still blushing, smiled and said "Well, you could leave us the cuffs and keys." "Jackie" exclaimed Jenny. "What do you want them for?" "Jenny, I was remembering my college days. Did I ever tell you about our Halloween ritual? Jackie and Jenny in the Caribbean - Part 3 A good night's sleep and Jackie were ready for another day. Jackie did have to do a little convincing of Jenny that they should not just stay around the hotel where it was safe. A call to the marina and Jackie spoke to Ellen who assured them that she was still available for their charter. Ellen said that the militia had contacted her and insisted that they cover the charter cost (plus a generous amount to keep quiet) since that the militia had made the mistake. Ellen said that she would give them part of the generous money that the militia had given her and that their charter was free to Jackie and Jenny. Jackie said they were meet Ellen at her boat and discuss their option. Jackie prodded Jenny until Jenny finally agreed to meet with Ellen. Jackie stuffed a bag with some clothes and swimwear while Jenny got dressed. Jackie had put on a halter top and bermuda shorts when Jenny emerged from the bathroom. Jackie looked at Jenny's attired and shook her head. Jenny was covered from neck to ankle in a jumpsuit. Jackie did not try to talk Jenny into cooler attire, but the grabbed Jenny's arm and off they went to the marina. Ellen greeted them with a smile and hugged the Jackie and Jenny. "You dears had such a bad day yesterday. If you are game, I would like the three of us to do something together. If you want I can get a friend of mine to take us para-sailing." "Para-sailing.... what's that?" asked Jackie. Ellen answered. "You wear something like a parachute. We have you standing on the back of a motor boat. You wear a harness attached to a wench on the boat. As the boat speeds up the para-sail lifts you into the air. It's like skiing on air. You can easily get 200 feet up when the boat is going fast. I've done it and it's a lot of fun.... quite relaxing. It doesn't require any effort as you hang in the air like a kite." Jenny remembered her last experience with a kite and became quiet, but Jackie spoke right up. "That sounds like fun. Let's do it." Jackie grabbed Jenny's hand and the three walked farther down the pier. Ellen went first so Jackie and Jenny could see how safe it was. Ellen changed into a bikini. Once Ellen was up it was obvious that Ellen was enjoying herself. Jackie saw Ellen's smile through the binoculars she used. After about thirty minutes Ellen hit the release and the cable harness slipped from Ellen's body. She used the directional pulls on the para-sail to drift back toward the boat. As she floated down to the water the cable was winched in. The boat circled back and picked up Ellen. Jackie was eager to go next. She pulled off her halter top and bermuda to reveal a skimpy string bikini with side ties that caused Jenny's face to blush mildly. Jack, the owner of the boat, spent extra time to make sure the harness was properly on Jackie's body. No one noticed when he tied the side ties into the cable harness. Jack declared Jackie read and off they went. Jackie felt wonderful as she glided a hundred feet above the water. The warm breeze caressed her flesh and seemed to hold her in an airy embrace. The boat was making a slow 180 degree turn when Jackie checked her watch. She had be para-sailing for over forty-five minutes. She hit the release and felt the harness jerk free from her body. She noticed that the wind was now brushing across her nipples. She looked down. "Oh my God, where is my bikini." Jackie wanted to reach down and cover herself but she was afraid to let go of the directional pulls that would help steer herself down. If she let go she thought she would drift right down onto the beach. She pulled the ties and performed a slow 180 degree turn away from the beach. She seemed to just hang nude in the air with her arms above her head. An updraft caught her and lifted her another fifty feet into the air. In the boat Jenny was shocked and embarrassed as the naked Jackie seem suspended in full view. "We have to get her down." Ellen slapped Jack on the arm and gave him a dirty look, but the corners of Ellen's mouth turned up. "I'll have to double check my own harness when I go up again" whispered Ellen in Jack's ear. Jack said "If she would just let go of the directional pulls she would drift right down, but she has turned away from the beach. With the hot off-shore breeze and the thermals from the beach, she could stay up there until evening." Jack was keeping the boat almost under Jackie so as to help her when she eventually hit the water. Besides it made for a better view. Jackie felt like a naked yo-yo. She would drift down to about fifty feet and them be lifted by a updraft to almost 200 feet. She looked over her shoulder and saw a crowd was gathering on the beach. She could hear cheers each time she was lifted up. By now Jackie was holding her legs together in an attempt to preserve a bit of modesty, but her butt was aimed straight at the beach. As she looked out to sea Jackie noticed a few motor boats and sailboats had gathered and were also witnessing her plight. "At least there are fewer people out there than on the beach" thought Jackie. She looked at Jack's boat below and was appalled as she saw Jenny trying to hide a smile. Jackie's breasts quivered as she tried not to cry. It took over an hour for Jackie to drift down to the water. The motor boat pulled up and Jackie climbed in. Jackie wanted to rush to put on her shorts and halter top, but Jack said he needed a moment to remove the para-sail harness. Jackie stood trying to cover herself as he released the straps around her waist, shoulders and thighs. Once free Jackie quickly pulled on the halter top and shorts. She did not say a word, but just sat at the back of the boat blushing beautifully. "Well, Jackie, you were right. It was better to get out today" Jenny said with a smirk. Under her breath Jackie muttered "Just wait for tomorrow." ----------------------- What will happen next??????????????? Jackie and Jenny in the Caribbean - Part 4 Jackie and Jenny returned to the hotel after Jackie's rescue from the para-sailing. Jenny was in a good mode, but Jackie was quiet. "Jackie, I'm sorry I laughed at you. I know how humiliating that must have been. It's just after all the times I've been the victim, I guess it was relief that it wasn't happening to me that made me see the humor in the situation." "Humor?" fumed Jackie. "I've just don't see it." "Look, I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow we'll do whatever you want. I'll really try to relax." Jackie seemed to relax a bit. "Okay, cuz. There is a party that Ellen told me about. It's very festive with colorful costumes. I wasn't going to bring it up, because it sounded rather wild, but it is an island custom. If I can pick out the costumes, we'll have a good time." "Okay. I'll really try to have fun, Jackie." ----------------- Ellen had told Jackie about the party and it had interested Jackie. It was a little like the old college days. And who was to know? They were down here by themselves. If things got a little carried away, so what? Jackie made Jenny stay when she went to arrange for the costumes. ------------- "Come on, Jenny. Pass out those clothes and I'll pass in the costume." Jackie stood outside the stall in the ladies' room at the pavilion where the party was to take place. Jenny had hesitantly gone along with Jackie on Jackie's choice of costume. Jenny had gotten nervous when she saw Jackie's floral wrap dress as Jackie had emerged from the stall first. Jackie's dress was strapless. It wrapped her snugly around her torso covering her breasts and extended snugly down to her waist. At the waist the wrap was somewhat looser and hung down to mid thigh. Jackie's now deeply tanned thighs and calves were plainly exposed. The open-toed sandals with two inch heels made Jackie's calves curve nicely. Now that Jackie was insisting the Jenny strip completely, Jenny was getting cold feet. "Come on, Jen, stop stalling. Besides you have no choice now. You have already given me your shorts and halter top. If you don't get moving I'll just leave you here in the restroom in your underwear until the party is over." Jenny had heard that Jackie had been somewhat wild in college was was afraid she was getting wild again. For as much as Jenny shared with Jackie, Jenny realized they were still miles apart in some ways. Not wanting to be a complete party-pooper Jenny finally removed her bra and lace panties. Jackie handed in a strip of cloth that Jenny first thought was a dress like Jackie's. As went she started to wrap it around her Jenny realized it was far too narrow. Jenny wrapped it around her waist twice and tied it off at her right hip. It was even shorter than Jackie's dress. "Jackie, dear, there is not enough here to be more than a short skirt. Where's the rest of it?" Jackie giggled. "What rest of it?" Jenny gasped. "I'm topless. I can't go to the party like this." Jenny's voice was almost pleading. Jackie laughed. "Now you almost know what I felt like yesterday. Here." Jackie passed in a floral string top. Jenny sighed in relief until she pulled the top over her. It was very tight. While it did cover her nipples, most of the rest of her breasts were exposed. "Now hand in my panties and blouse." There was a few moments of silence. Jenny peeked out of the stall and found the restroom empty. Swallowing hard Jenny walked slowly to the restroom door. As she peeked out she saw Jackie returning from their rented car with a huge smile on her face. "Come on out Jenny. You better get used to your costume. It's all you are going to have until we return to the hotel. Look around you. Everyone else is dressed like us." Jenny looked around the sandy party area on the beach. Everyone was dressed in skimpy attire. The men were wearing speedos or equally revealing leisurewear. The women were is bright floral dresses, tops, short-shorts and string bikinis. Everyone was revealing a lot of skin, but no one was nude. Island music had started and people were dancing, drinking and laughing. Jenny realized that everyone else was having a good time. She looked a Jackie and sheepishly walked over to her. "You are right. I've been at pool party that showed more than this, but can I at least have some panties. I feel very nervous without any." "Gotcha" thought Jackie. "Okay, I'll give you mine to wear, but you have to agree to give them back it I really want them." Jenny smiled and thought "Jackie was really a great girl." The two stepped into the restroom and Jackie removed her panties and handed them to Jenny. Jackie chuckled as she thought how she had snipped more of the elastic strands at the waist. Jenny was going to lose those panties without any other help before the evening was out. Jackie was sure Jenny do not have a clue as to what was in store for her. --------------------------- The party was already in full swing. Jackie sat at a table flirting with a young attorney from New York, Robert Walkens. Jackie was watching as Jenny, with a few drinks in her, was finally out dancing with some blond California hunk named Tad. The way Jenny was shaking her hips, Jackie knew there couldn't be much left of the elastic strands of the panties' waistband. Moments later Jackie saw something peak out from under Jenny's skirt. Another few steps and the panties were around Jenny's ankles. Jenny was feeling very relaxed and enjoying the dancing when she suddenly tripped and fell forward into her partner. The blond guy just smiled and just held her up and he kept dancing. Jenny felt something around her ankles. She kicked her left leg to try to free it. As she was now being held tightly by her still gyrating partner she could not look down to see what was tripping her up. She now felt something only at her right ankle and flipped her foot to free the ankle. Had Jenny looked down she would have realized she was now dancing away from her panties that were now being pushed into the sand by other dancing feet. Within seconds the panties were swallowed up in the sand. Jackie had witnessed the fall and loss of the panties and was now laughing her head off. She was so distracted that she did not noticed that the attorney's hand was slowly working on the knot of Jackie's wrap dress. The knot was now very loose. The attorney asked Jackie to dance and the two joined the others. Jackie, Robert, Tad and Jenny converged and were dancing recklessly to the island music. Robert when to twirled Jackie and (accidentally?) gripped the knot of at Jackie's hip instead of Jackie hip. As Jackie spun away the dress unwrapped leaving Jackie stark naked in the middle of the dancing people. Jackie, losing her balance as her shock of being suddenly naked hit her, toppled into the back of Jenny. Jenny felt Jackie's hand fall across her back and snap the strap of her top. Jenny's top flew forward into Tad face. Tad stopped dancing and smiled as his eyes centered on the two beautiful nipples that bounced in front of him. Jenny clasped her hands over her breasts and ran toward the car. The wrap skirt climbed up Jenny's running thighs and exposed the bottom half of her ass for all to see. Jackie stood and "Eeched". She made a made dash after the running figure of Jenny. As Jackie got to the car Jenny was trying to open the door. Of course it was locked. Jackie realized that the keys were back in her purse at the table in the middle of the party. The two raced now for the restrooms. Breathing hard, but relieved that they were out of sight in the restroom, the two looked at each other. Between them they only had Jenny's short wrap skirt. "One of us has to get our keys" Jenny finally said, looking pleadingly at Jackie. "Oh, for Christ's sake, give me your skirt and I'll get my purse." Jenny, as much as she tried, could not come up with a better solution. She unwrapped her skirt and handed it to Jackie. Jenny hid in the stall. Jackie wrapped the skirt around her waist and faced the mirror. She took several deep breathes and smiled. "Well, it is a little like those college days" Jackie thought. She proudly squared her shoulders and walked from the restroom. "I think I might just stay for a dance or two. Maybe I'm just in a party mood tonight." Jenny waited for forty-five minutes before Jackie reappeared. Jenny saw Jackie had her purse and the torn remains of Jenny's wrap dress. "Here cuz. Thought you might like this." Jenny grabbed the dress and wrapped it around herself. She asked "Where have you been for so long?" "The guys insisted on an encore dance before they would hand over the purse. What choice did I have?" Jenny was shocked by the broad smile on Jackie's face. "Besides, who's to know? We are down her by ourselves. -------------------------- The next morning Jackie found out who was to know. She picked up a copy of the NY Post. A picture of her dancing (with very little airbrushed out) appeared in an AP photo in the New York Post as part of Leisure Trends section. End

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 7, The Cabin (Chapter 7) Nick’s friends were sitting down, but they stood, dusting themselves off, as Nick and I approached. My instincts were screaming for me to cover up, but I kept my hands down, awkwardly pressing a thumb into each of my thighs to give my hands a place to be that left me completely exposed. Catherine had been right – I hadn’t been able to come up with an alternate explanation – at least not one that I wanted to try and sell to Nick’s friends. For that reason, I’d decided to go the exhibitionist route. Catherine had called that the ‘path of least resistance.’ That morning, she’d been right – Nick had been up to something. I hadn’t doubted it, but I’d discounted the risk. Now, I was paying the price for ignoring her concerns. It was high time that I started paying a little more attention to what Catherine had to say. Her last piece of advice to me had been, “Just try and have fun.” On the face of it, that was a ludicrous suggestion given the conspiracy that had been directed at me. However, that morning I had been cajoled into hiking naked. Somehow, I’d found it within myself to enjoy that. But, making lemonade out of lemons – it seemed impossible in my current situation. And yet, I didn’t want to be miserable. Naked and miserable – that was a combination to be avoided. Just maybe, Catherine was more in touch than I’d realized. Her perspective and experience was something that I might benefit from, were I to make the effort, I realized. Right in front of Nick’s friends, I chickened out, interlocking my fingers, my hands down in front. It wasn’t exactly covering up, but it had much of that effect. “So, Kimberly, but without the ‘berly,’” I said, attempting to strip all emotion from my voice. She and her husband weren’t to blame for my predicament – certainly not like Nick was. “Nick tells me that he has known you for years.” “Years and years,” she said with a friendly nod, her hazel eyes boring searchingly into mine. She had about four inches on me, making her about five-eight. Her hair was back in a short ponytail. An attractive dusting of freckles on her cheeks and across her nose attested to the authenticity of her light red hair. In her casual outfit, nothing about her appearance said police officer, but from the way she was looking at me, my sense was that she’d seen it all. “Water,” I said, turning to Nick. My mouth was bone dry. Part of it was my discomfort, but it had been a long time since we’d last taken a break. He pulled a bottle from his pack, handing it to me. As I took a drink, Kim moved to the side. “And this is Kim’s husband, Brent,” Nick said, completing the introductions. His hair was nearly black, but the severity of his widow’s peak seemed to indicate that he’d be bald long before turning grey. He took a step forward, extending a hand in greeting. Having a man reaching toward me was instantly too much. Surprising myself, I shifted quickly to be next to Nick. He’d just betrayed my trust, but, in that situation, he was the closest thing I had to a comfort zone. Without conscious thought, I’d angled an arm across my breasts and my other hand had gone down between my legs. I’d been trying to avoid doing that. “I’m sorry,” Brent said, quickly pulling back. I took a breath. I didn’t want to be so jittery, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. It was just so bizarre to be meeting people while nude. I took another breath, forcing myself to think about Catherine’s words. ‘Just try and have fun,’ she’d said. “No, I’m sorry,” I said, looking at Brent and attempting a smile. I considered making amends by extending my own hand. The only problem was that my right hand was on my pussy. Even if it might be dry, one just didn’t take their hand from between their legs and offer it to a stranger. And aside from that, doing so would involve again exposing myself. Yes, there didn’t need to be a handshake. “Wow! Nick, you’ve really outdone yourself with this one,” Kim said. As she spoke, her eyes were up on my face, but she had been looking me up and down. “When you lost Amber, I never imagined you’d trade up.” I didn’t know what to say. Even if I was going to make an effort to ‘have fun,’ I didn’t like the idea of being compared to Nick’s ex – especially since all that Kim had to go on was the appearance of my naked body. “Prettier than Amber? You think so?” Nick asked, his eyebrows shifting thoughtfully together. “Oh, this is too much,” I said, finding my voice and looking away. “Agreed,” said Brent, unexpectedly coming to my defense. “You guys are embarrassing her. Just look at her cheeks.” I knew they were burning – of course they were – I was butt naked. I’m not sure I had ever been more embarrassed. There was, however, a silver lining in having him point it out. My cheeks were above my neck. A change of subject was in order. Attempting to smile, I said to the group, “Okay, so I’ve been lied to … tricked … all three of you conspiring. It’s entirely obvious just how ashamed of yourselves you all are.” My tone was purposefully facetious. Even if I was going to try and not let my circumstances get me down, Brent and Kim needed to know that they were co-conspirators in an ill-conceived affair. As I watched, Brent glanced nervously over at his wife. He was definitely uncomfortable. I studied Kim, doing my best to discern her reaction. She was a bit more difficult to read. “But … even so,” I continued. “Here we are. What now?” Nick laughed. I was so glad he found that funny. I rewarded him with a sharp elbow to the rib cage even though it was a knee to the nuts that he deserved. I saw him wince in pain as I returned my arm to my breasts. There had been a lot of adrenaline powering that blow. I thought about apologizing, but I was the one who was owed an apology. “By the way, Jessa, I love your hair,” Kim interjected. “I’m thinking … well … it looks retro, right?” Her comment caught me by surprise. Suddenly, I wasn’t just a piece of meat. I’d cut my blonde hair to match Catherine’s – curtain bangs on the sides, tapering down to pass just over my shoulders. It had been long, but now it reached only about four inches down my back. “It is … eighties,” I said softly, feeling just a tiny bit more like a human being. “It’s cute,” she replied. Our eyes met. Her smile looked warm and genuine. “So, I don’t suppose any of you happen to have clothes for me?” I asked. I was pretty sure I knew what the answer would be, but I thought they should all be on record as denying the embarrassed, naked woman the one thing that she needed most. There were smiles all around – awkward looking smiles – but offers of clothing failed to materialize. “How about you, Brent?” I asked, singling him out. He seemed my best chance, and he was wearing a shirt that he could theoretically get by without. He shrugged. It was obvious that they were all in cahoots. I made the conscious decision to give up. Focusing too heavily on my victim status would keep me from the enjoyment that Catherine had advised me to seek. I was still mad – mostly at Nick. I was also finding it difficult to think angry thoughts when the embarrassment of being naked was front and center in my brain. A short time later, we were walking west on the ancient paved road. It was slow going. I didn’t want anyone behind me, so if someone slowed, I slowed even more. I tried to think of it as a game, a fun game perhaps, but that was difficult – I was mostly trying to keep them from looking at my butt. I was wishing I could consult with Catherine. Maybe she could explain to me just how I was supposed to set aside my embarrassment enough to have fun. Sure, I’d gotten to that point that morning, but the presence of two more people made the circumstances entirely different. “How far?” I asked. “About a mile,” Brent responded. That surprised me. I hadn’t imagined that there might be cabins that close. And there weren’t. What he had meant was that it was a mile to the gate. It was a gate much like the one Nick had opened that morning. I hesitated. Nick had convinced me to go naked, in part, because it was a secure military area. And now, I was supposed to leave that area. I looked over at him. “It’ll be alright, Jessa,” he said in a reassuring tone. I rolled my eyes, wondering why I had trusted him. Why did he have to be so goddamn handsome? Had his looks been a factor? A moment later, I went ahead and ducked under the gate. Just beyond, we came to their Jeep. My heart sank. I didn’t want it to be farther. I especially didn’t want to get into a vehicle. “You said it was just a mile,” I said, glaring at Brent. “To the Jeep, I meant. Isn’t that what you were asking?” I sucked in a breath, trying to recall the earlier conversation. I now had a decision to make. Was I going to get into a Jeep? “It’ll be alright,” Nick said in the same reassuring tone. “That’s what you’ve been saying all along,” I complained. “And nothing bad has happened.” I was dumbfounded. He clearly was unable to see things from my perspective. “Guys up front, ladies in back,” Kim said with a friendly smile, leading me to the Jeep. I didn’t resist. What else was I to do? Kim and Brent did seem congenial. They were co-conspirators, but they hadn’t instigated my ambush. Unlike Nick’s Jeep, this one had a roll bar but no top. Even though the rear seats were higher up than the front ones, I was glad to not be riding in front. It was a two-door model, and like the top, the doors had been removed. Following Kim into the front and then between the seats, I climbed into the back. It was tricky, but I went to a great deal of effort to avoid pointing my camera at either of the guys. It was embarrassing enough to be nude without offering up that view. Kim helped me buckle, the shoulder belt passing between my breasts. And then we were driving. I hoped it wouldn’t be far, but truth be told, I was afraid to ask. I felt so exposed, but at least the sides of the Jeep came up high enough to hide my bare hip. One thing was particularly nice – the wind in my hair. In keeping with Catherine’s advice, I decided to focus on that rather than the awkwardness of my nudity. I closed my eyes. Tilting my head back, I gave it a shake. A short distance from the gated area, the road turned to dirt – bumpy and full of weeds. That forced both of my hands up onto the roll cage, leaving my breasts completely unsupported. They were knocking around on my chest like there was no tomorrow. Even a sturdy bra would have had a great deal of trouble holding them in place. Nick, right in front of me in the passenger seat, kept glancing back, his eyes always straying down to my chest. “Shouldn’t you be filming these puppies?” I asked, making sure that my tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Good idea,” he said, pulling out his phone. I quickly went full hand-bra. “It was a joke!” He laughed, smiling. “I know it was,” he said with a wink, slipping his phone back into his pocket. It was my turn to laugh. He’d gotten me. For a second there, I’d thought that he was actually intending to film my breasts bouncing around as we made our way from bump to bump. I had to immediately let go of my breasts, putting my hands back where they needed to be – up on the roll cage. “Brent, eyes forward!” Kim yelled a time or two. As far as I was concerned, she needed to be more insistent. He’d almost driven off the road at one point. But then we slowed and transitioned back onto pavement – an actual road, complete with a center stripe. I wasn’t at all happy to see that, but it did allow me to return my hands to my breasts. We passed a car and then another. I finally gave in and asked, “So, how much farther?” “Almost there. Just three more miles,” Brent replied. “Ten miles from the gate.” I couldn’t believe it. I would never have agreed, had I known. I added up the distances in my head. Four plus one plus ten. I was going to be fifteen miles from my clothes. That seemed unimaginable – like a world in which clothes didn’t exist – at least not for me. And what made it worse, was that we seemed to be headed into a small town. I had my breasts almost fully covered, but even with them hidden in my hands, there was nothing I could do to keep from looking topless. We passed a few people on the sidewalk. I kept my eyes ahead, believing that they might be less likely to notice me if I wasn’t looking at them. It wasn’t much, but it was all I had. I wanted to take off my boots to be able to see Catherine. Viewing things optimistically, I thought she might have suggestions for how I might better ‘enjoy’ my situation. One thing was true. Being naked wasn’t nearly as bad when I was thinking along those lines. Just like I’d discovered earlier in the day, it was all about transforming anxiety into exhilaration. But even though I wanted to be reminded of Catherine’s presence, there was no way I was going to take my hands away from my breasts right then to untie my boots. I again closed my eyes. Leaning my head back, I felt the wind take my hair. The air in the forest had been stagnant and stuffy, but with the Jeep zipping along, there was an invigorating breeze swirling all around inside the passenger compartment. It had stiffened my sensitive nipples. I found myself discreetly pinching them between my palms and my thumbs, hoping that no one would notice. A moment later, we turned off the pavement and were again navigating a poorly maintained gravel road. I tried holding on with just one hand, but it was too bumpy. I had to have both hands on the roll bar. “Film you now?” Nick asked, a sparkle in his eyes. “You better not,” I said with a scowl, but I knew he was messing with me. “Shouldn’t you be apologizing, not teasing?” He nodded, leaving me perplexed. It was hardly an apology. As he turned back around, I glanced down. My nipples were so pointy that their shadows stretched across my breasts, transforming my areolas into miniature sundials. I regretted that I had just been pinching them. I looked over at Kim, wondering if she had noticed. She did happen to be looking at me. “They’re real, I can tell … the way they bounce,” she remarked quietly, her words clearly meant just for me. “When I first saw you, I wasn’t sure.” I looked away. In a way, that was one of the worst things about having great tits – people jumping to the conclusion that they were likely fake. “We’re here,” Brent announced, coasting to a stop. I breathed a sigh of relief. We were in front of a rustic but lovely two-story log cabin. “We overlook a small stream. I’ll show you,” Kim said, hopping out. She did seem to be making a real effort to treat me like an equal. I appreciated that. Looking around, I couldn’t see a stream. I unbuckled and started to climb out. It was again difficult to keep from pointing my butt at any of them. Facing Nick, I managed as best I could. Even though I wasn’t quite able to keep my knees together, I minimized my exposure by being quick about it. A second later, I had my feet on the ground. Brent led Nick inside, and I followed Kim. She went up a couple of steps and then around the cabin, to a large deck that faced the stream she had mentioned. “Okay to take off my boots?” I asked, taking a seat on a bench next to a large hot tub. “Of course. Please make yourself at home,” she encouraged. Wondering if we might all go in later that evening, I studied the hot tub while picking at my laces. Would the others go nude? That would certainly level the playing field. Seemingly reading my thoughts, Kim spoke. “Unfortunately, it’s empty. We only use it in winter. It’s wonderful, especially when it’s snowing. I love to relax in the hot water and catch snowflakes on my tongue.” I nodded. “That does sound nice,” I agreed, but that it was empty was disappointing. Of course, no one else would be getting naked. With my shoes and socks off, I looked around for Catherine. I wouldn’t be able to talk to her, but just having her with me seemed as if it might make my time with the Spencers quite a bit more bearable. “Looking for something?” Kim asked. I froze. “Oh, just looking,” I said, making a mental note to be more careful. Kim smiled. “I’ll get some snacks and make a jug of lemonade. You’re probably thirsty. I know I am.” “Lemonade sounds great,” I said (mostly because it did). However, since she was talking to me like a fellow human being, I felt the need to respond in kind. “Okay. Coming right up. In the meantime, you might enjoy wading. Nothing feels better after a hike … to me, anyway.” She pointed out a path to what looked like a small man-made beach. On my way to the stream, I kept my eyes open for Catherine. I was quite surprised that she was nowhere to be seen. Considering that, I decided she’d most likely followed Brent and Nick inside – to have a look at the interior of the cabin. The cool, flowing water did feel wonderful on my feet. They’d been cooped up in boots all day – jealous of the rest of my body. It was nice to have a moment to myself. I tried to forget about being naked, but it was difficult – it had been such a stimulating day. Angled away from the cabin, I brought a few fingers to my lower lips. A moment later, I was strumming them as if they were guitar strings. Never before had they gotten so much fresh air. I imagined that it was quite healthy for them, as well as for my vagina just within. My lady bits felt so alive – happy and alive. They liked the attention even more than my nipples had enjoyed being pinched while we’d been driving. I squatted down, my butt just touching the water. It was chilly. I started splashing water on my legs and wherever else it happened to land, cooling myself down and washing away the trail dust in the process. It felt so good – invigorating. I found myself wishing that the steam was deep enough to go for a swim. A dip in Bates Pond would have been ideal right then. I decided that I was proud of myself. Catherine’s suggestion had seemed ludicrous at first. Maybe I wasn’t exactly enjoying myself, but at the very least, I was no longer the pathetic victim that I’d been in those first minutes after encountering Kim and Brent unexpectedly in the forest. I’d been tricked, but I hadn’t been beaten. My spirit was intact. A few minutes later, I felt the eyes of the others on my back. They had congregated around a table on the porch. I stood up, shaking a little to get the excess water off my butt. Still dripping, I made my way up onto the porch. For some reason, it was embarrassing to be freshly shaved and wet down there – even thought that made little sense. It was water from the stream. No one offered me a towel, so I plopped my bare ass down on one of the wooden chairs. That got some of my body hidden – not my breasts. I took a sip of lemonade – fresh squeezed! Even though it was delicious, my mind was elsewhere. I was growing quite distressed. Remembering the candy necklace, I took it off. Without it, I was completely nude. Still no Catherine. “Are you alright?” Kim asked. “You look pale … like you’ve seen a ghost.” I chuckled – an ill at ease snicker. I had the opposite problem. Leaning close to Nick, I whispered, “Cathers … she isn’t here.” He cocked his head and wrinkled his brow, but he didn’t say anything. He looked at me. There was compassion in his eyes. I was glad I’d shared my concern. After downing the contents of my glass, I asked Kim if I might use the restroom. She led me inside, pointing it out. I went in, closing the door behind me. Still no Catherine. After relieving myself, I did a little snooping. Inside a closet, I found some towels. Even though my skin was dry, I took one out and wrapped it around myself, tucking the loose end down between my breasts. It was just the right size. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was no longer naked! A white robe on a hook caught my eye – a terry cloth robe. I folded the towel, returning it to the closet. “Cathers, goddamn it. Where are you?” I said aloud as I turned, looking for her, but in vain. Slipping the robe on, I again studied myself in the mirror. Tying the sash around my waist, I went out to rejoin the others. All eyes were on me as I approached the table, but nothing was said. I took my seat as if nothing had changed. I wanted someone to say something so that I could give them all a piece of my mind. Truth be told, I didn’t know for sure if I would do that; Catherine had me so preoccupied. After some potato chips and another glass of lemonade, I was feeling the effects of a long, physically and emotionally taxing day. “Could I lie down for a bit?” Kim replied. “Not a problem. There’s a bed and a couch inside, or, if you’d prefer, there’s a hammock in that grove.” She was pointing out a group of trees a short distance upstream from where I’d waded into the water. I decided to give the hammock a try. Nick accompanied me there. “What do you think might have happened to her?” he asked, once we were out of earshot. “I don’t know,” I said, quickly slipping off the robe and having another look around. “She’s dead, so nothing can hurt her, right?” “But one day she might simply disappear, completing her journey. Something has her stuck between this world and the next.” I nodded. I’d thought the same thing. It was my guess that it had to do with her murder. A resolution there would likely release her. I wanted that for her, and yet I knew it would be hard on me. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. I was hoping it hadn’t already happened. We hadn’t parted on the best of terms. I hadn’t even said goodbye. “Jessa, I know you’re mad at me, but let me explain,” Nick pleaded. “You’re an asshole. End of story. Now leave me alone.” “We probably should have talked about this in advance…” “You think?” “Please hear me out. This visit, in spite of what I led you to believe, was always all about Catherine. My intent was to introduce her to Kim and Brent. So … for Catherine … just like the donuts. Don’t you see? I thought that it might make her feel even more alive. I can’t see her. I can’t hear her. But, even so, she and I have connected. Like … I’ve actually gotten to know her. It seems to me that she could meet Kim and Brent, on similar terms. Get to know them as well. But that of course requires your nudity. I hope you understand. I don’t want you to be mad.” “Oh, I understand completely. Like I said, you’re an asshole. Now get lost. I wasn’t kidding about wanting to take a nap.” I saw the look of disappointment on his face, but his explanation did nothing for me. “Jessa, I’m sorry. I really am.” “You should be. But right now, I’m not in the mood for an apology.” With his tail between his legs, Nick left. I put the robe back on and climbed into the hammock. Ignoring his lame excuse and his apology, I focused on the calming burbling of the mountain stream and was soon asleep. When I awoke, it took me a few seconds to figure out where I was, but lying there awake, I started considering what Nick had said. Even if it had been for Catherine, he had no right to decide who got to see my naked body. Similarly, he had no right to decide who got to learn that I was able to communicate with a ghost. That decision was up to me – well, Catherine and me – no one else. I got up. Peering cautiously at the cabin through the trees, I again slipped off the robe to look around. Still no Catherine. Putting the robe back on, I made my way toward the cabin. Nick and Brent were seated on the porch, each of them with a beer in hand. “How was your nap?” Nick asked. “Where’s Kim?” I asked Brent, not wanting to give Nick the time of day. “Inside. Working on dinner,” He replied. “Maybe I can help her,” I said, taking my leave. Kim was in the kitchen. She was busy marinating some steaks. “I hope you’re not a vegetarian,” she said, glancing up. “But if you are, I’ve got a good option in mind.” “Nope. I was once … lasted about a week.” She didn’t need any help, but she poured me an ice tea and I sat at the counter while she worked. The barstool was comfortable, allowing me to relax. “I’m glad you found my robe,” she said. “I hope you’re not mad at Brent and me. Nick assured us it would be fine.” “It’s Nick I’m mad at.” “Well, try not to be too mad. He’s a good guy, but I understand. He really blew it this time, didn’t he?” Pursing my lips, I nodded. “If you’d like, I’ll help you find something else to wear. You’re thin, but some of my things might fit okay.” “The robe is fine. It’s comfortable. I’ll stick with it, if you don’t mind,” I replied. I didn’t tell her, but what I liked about it was how easy it was to slip on and off. With Kim working on dinner, we finally had a chance to get acquainted. Contrary to what Nick had said, she was no longer employed as a police officer. That week she’d started a new position with a charity. She just hadn’t yet had the chance to tell Nick. As she explained it, an officer she’d worked with had been killed while on duty – a tragic auto accident. He’d left behind a young wife and three small children. Kim had gotten involved, seeking donations to help the young family. She’d been quite successful and her efforts had caught the attention of a national organization that did just that – raise money on behalf of the survivors of police officers who were killed in the line of duty. This national charity focused specifically on establishing college trust funds for the children of fallen police officers. It was inspiring to listen to her talk. She was so passionate. It seemed clear to me that she might have finally found her calling. She would be heading up fund-raising efforts for the six New England states. It wasn’t a very well-compensated position, but Brent’s business was adequately successful, allowing her the flexibility to pursue, as she put it, “something that could make a difference in the lives of some very deserving children.” To keep overhead low, she’d be working out of her home. All in all, it was a very moving conversation. I was well on my way to liking Kim. She came across as compassionate, not at all self-centered. Her enthusiasm for helping others was truly infectious. Listening to her talk was putting into perspective my embarrassment and other selfish concerns relating to having been nude. Just as the stereotype dictated, Brent took over once the meat was ready to go on the grill. He even donned an apron that read, ‘The Grillmaster.’ “Boys will be boys,” Kim whispered, angling her head toward mine. “I do ninety percent of the work and he acts as if he’s in charge of dinner. All because he lights the barbeque and flips the steaks.” I groaned in sympathy. Her comment made me think of Nick. Some of his failings might be attributable to his gender. Men were certainly wired differently than women. But it was more than that – he had failings that couldn’t be laid on the doorstep of his XY chromosomes. He had played an awful trick on me – that was all him. He’d apologized. But even though I was no longer thinking of dumping him, I certainly wasn’t ready to forgive him. It was a weakness, that I knew, but I was still attracted to the guy. His mix of masculinity, compassion, and stupidity worked for me. Again – my mom was right. My taste in men had never been the greatest. But, whatever I decided, I couldn’t let Nick off the hook scot free. He’d wronged me. If I wasn’t going to dump him, then I had to find a way to get him back. But that was something I was good at. I smiled to myself. Nick would pay – maybe not right away – but he would pay. Kim and Brent served wine with dinner. At first, I was intending to not have much to drink, but someone kept topping up my glass. At least that was what I was telling myself – even if that someone happened to be a certain blonde from Arizona. But then I noticed Nick pouring wine into my glass. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” “Just being friendly,” he said. He looked taken aback by my outburst. I frowned. “You’re trying to get me drunk.” He shrugged, pouring the contents of my glass into his. “Hey,” I complained, refilling my glass from the bottle. “I can get myself drunk, thank you.” “I just remembered,” said Brent. “Nick, didn’t you say that Jessa had a magic trick? Rock, paper, scissors.” “It was Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock,” Kim corrected. “Oh, now you’re really in trouble,” I said, glaring at Nick. But a moment later, there were tears in my eyes. Not that I would have, but I couldn’t do my ‘magic trick’ – not without Catherine. I hadn’t slipped the robe off in a long time, but I was relatively certain that she was still missing in action. Nick tried to comfort me. For some reason, I let him put his arm around my shoulders. To my surprise, it felt nice to be held. He whispered into my ear, “That’s all I told them … that you had a magic trick. Absolutely nothing about a ghost. Nothing about Catherine.” I was biting a thumbnail. I knew Nick was hoping I would accept his apology. Maybe his intentions weren’t all bad, but his methods were. Nothing that he’d done should have been undertaken without first obtaining my permission. After dinner, Kim opened another bottle of wine while Brent and Nick built a fire in a circle of stones located between their deck and the stream. A short time later, we were all sitting around a roaring campfire. It was such a pleasant evening. I found myself enjoying the company. Brent and Kim were warm, genuine people, and it didn’t seem to be just the wine that had me liking them. “Now, how about that magic trick?” Brent again asked out of the blue. I looked over at Nick. His expression was difficult to read. “Is she here?” he mouthed. I shook my head. “I don’t know. I doubt it.” He nodded, returning his attention to the fire, which by then was mostly coals. “Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock,” I muttered to myself, thinking back to the evening I had revealed Catherine’s existence to Nick. “So, how does it go?” Brent asked, looking up as he was putting a log on the fire. Nick placed a finger to his lips. “Shhh…” he said to Brent. “She’s thinking about it.” Was I? I downed the rest of what was in my glass and handed it to Nick for a refill. Standing up, I undid the sash. It had probably been almost three hours since I’d last checked. Not wanting Kim’s robe to get dirty, I went up on their porch. Slipping it off, I draped it over a chair. I wasn’t expecting to see Catherine, and I didn’t. Maybe it was the wine, but I decided to stay naked. They’d already seen everything, and I wanted to keep an eye out for Catherine. I saw the confusion in Kim’s eyes as I made my way back to the fire. “Is she here?” Nick asked quietly. I saw the hopeful look in his eyes. He wanted Catherine to be there every bit as much as I. I turned, slowly verifying that she wasn’t. Again meeting Nick’s gaze, I shook my head. The anticipation drained from his face. “Is who here?” Kim asked. Looking at her, Nick shook his head, obviously attempting to convey that she should drop the subject. He handed me my glass and I sat back down. But as my eyes returned to the fire, I heard something – something just barely discernible above the constant burbling of the brook. I looked at the others, wondering if they had heard it too. I stood up, my glass sliding from my fingers. Fortunately, Nick caught it just as I let go. Catherine was there. She was behind Brent, ankle deep in the stream, softly illuminated by the flickering light of the fire. Tears of joy streaming down my face, I yelled at her. “Where were you, goddamn it?” Nick stood up as I turned toward him. Momentarily forgetting our differences, we hugged one another. He seemed to be every bit as emotional and relieved as I. “Who’s she talking to?” Brent asked, turning to look at the stream behind him. “What?” Catherine said. “Answer me,” I insisted, going around Nick to get closer. “Where were you?” “What’s with the attitude? You said you wanted your space. Your alone time with Nick.” “I said that?” “You don’t remember? I went and visited Dirk. It had been a while.” “You scared me,” I said, wading into the water. I hugged her. As usual, it didn’t really work, but I did it anyway. “What’s she doing?” I heard Kim ask. “Just wait,” I heard Nick say. “Next time, tell me,” I told her. “I can’t always do that. You get dressed and…” “I know. I’m sorry. But you came back!” “Of course I came back.” I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned and glanced at the others, studying their various expressions. “I think we’re going to need another chair,” I said to no one in particular. “And a wine glass?” Nick asked. I turned to Catherine and saw her nod. “And a wine glass,” I confirmed. Kim and Brent looked as confused as ever, but within a couple of minutes the circle had been expanded to make room for a fifth chair. Nick found a large piece of firewood, standing it on end as a side table for Catherine’s glass of wine. We all sat back down, Nick to my right, Catherine on my left. Suddenly, all was right with the world – except Nick – he was still in the doghouse. “Is it time for that magic trick?” I asked. “I think so,” Nick replied. “Wanting to make some new friends?” I asked, turning to Catherine. “I wish,” she replied. “Let’s give it a try,” I said. “Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock. You know the drill.” I saw a flash of understanding brighten her eyes. “Okay … if you think so.” “Nick, you can be my assistant. Tell them what to do.” Nick had Kim and Brent stand with their back to the stream while Catherine waded in behind them. A moment later, I was laughing. “It’s too dark. She can’t see.” “Who can’t see?” Brent asked. “Cathers,” I said. “Cathers the friendly ghost.” “Casper the friendly ghost?” Kim asked. She’d apparently misheard. “No, Cathers. It’s a nickname for Catherine.” Kim laughed, and we shifted positions, the two of them still facing the cabin, but farther from the stream so their backs were lit by the fire. I’d hopped up to sit on the edge of the porch. “Let’s make this quick,” I said, missing the warmth of the fire. “It’s getting chilly.” I crossed my arms, tucking my fingers into my armpits, not so much to hide my breasts as to keep them warm. Instinctively, I gave myself a little squeeze, instantly noticing just how hard my nipples had gotten. They were denting holes into my palms. Nick gave Kim and Brent a few instructions and Cathers started calling out what she was seeing, “Rock, lizard. His is paper, but hers … wait, now paper, too. Spock. Hers, scissors…” I did my best, repeating what I was hearing, but it was confusing. Nick was laughing. “How about one at a time?” Catherine suggested. “Maybe one at a time,” Nick said. Catherine and I smiled at one another. “Good idea, Nick,” I said. Kim stepped back so she could see Brent’s hands. “Scissors, Spock, rock, paper, rock, Spock, paper, Spock, lizard, scissors,” I called out, repeating what Catherine was saying as quickly as I could. I watched the expression on Kim’s face mutate from one of amusement to one of bewilderment. She looked to be more affected than Brent. That surprised me; she was the police officer. I saw her glancing around, searching the area and her mind for an explanation that did not involve an ethereal being. “…scissors, Spock, rock…” I continued until Nick suggested that Kim and Brent switch places. They did and we continued, even though there seemed to be little point. Our ‘magic trick’ had been every bit as convincing as the night we’d done it for Nick. Eventually, once they’d gotten over the initial shock, their questions spilled forth. Nick attempted to satisfy their curiosity, explaining quickly about Catherine and how I was the only one who could see or hear her. “So, there’s really a ghost and she’s really here?” Kim asked once we were again seated at the fire. It was at least the third time she’d asked that question. “And she’s enjoying her wine,” I replied, indicating her glass. “But it hasn’t moved.” “She can’t actually drink. But I guess she imagines she can.” “I remember drinking … how wine tastes,” Catherine said, looking offended. “See,” I said. “I’ve got an idea,” Brent said. “Nick. Our Jeep. What’s the license plate number?” “No idea,” he replied. “Jessa?” “Your license plate number? I was naked, remember? The Jeep … a back seat. A roll bar. Oh, and it’s red.” “The license plate?” “No, the license plate must be green. The Jeep is red,” I replied. “Ask Catherine,” Nick suggested. “And, for extra credit, what month it expires,” Brent added. “I’m on it,” Catherine said, getting up and heading around the cabin. “It’ll take her a minute,” I said, noticing that Brent was looking at me expectantly. “But you didn’t ask her,” he said. “She heard you,” I explained, taking a sip of wine. “Was there enough light?” I asked when she returned. “GPN 712,” she replied. “And the sticker is ‘May.’” I repeated the number and month. Brent’s mouth fell open. “Kim, your turn,” Nick said. “Okay,” she said. “There’s a painting in the hall upstairs. Neither one of you have been up there, right?” Both Nick and I shook our heads as Catherine got up to go inside. After she’d left, Nick and I exchanged glances. The evening had taken a delightful turn. I smiled at him reaching for his hand and giving it a friendly squeeze. He was just as happy as I was that Catherine had shown up just in time to liven up the party. “She says it’s a lighthouse,” I told them once Catherine was back. “A lighthouse? Can you be more specific?” Kim asked. I looked at Cathers as she spoke. “It’s a fairly plain looking lighthouse, grey stone, not that tall. A white building with a red roof next to it. I think it might be the one on Monhegan Island,” she said. I repeated her words to Kim, still holding Nick’s hand. “Have you been to Monhegan Island?” she asked me. “Truthfully, I’ve never even heard of Monhegan Island,” I replied. “I’m from Arizona. As a kid, I spent summers in Stonefield, but we didn’t go to the coast more than a time or two.” “I don’t know what to say,” Kim said. “You’ve sure got me spooked,” Brent quipped. From there, Nick started relating the story in greater detail, mentioning Dirk for the first time. How Catherine, or Cathers as I called her, was my grandmother’s younger sister, and how she had led us to three bodies in an abandoned salvage yard. The expressions on Brent’s and Kim’s faces were priceless. They were clearly struggling with the idea that they were sharing their fire with a woman who had been murdered in 1985, but they couldn’t deny all that they’d just witnessed. The discovery of actual human remains was similarly incontrovertible. They’d seen the headlines, but Nick had not spoken with them about his personal involvement. For my part, I was just glad that Catherine was back. I smiled at her. She seemed much more interested in what was being said than I. I refilled my glass and added a splash to hers. She thanked me. “Catherine,” I whispered. “You don’t have to leave. As a matter of fact, please don’t. But later, I’m probably gonna give Nick a BJ. A little privacy might be nice.” Glancing around, I saw that everyone was staring at me. “Oops,” I said. “Oops, is right,” Kim said. “Now Brent is going to need one, too.” I looked at him. He had big smile plastered on his face. “Well, it’s getting late. Should we call it a night?” Nick asked, rising to his feet and stretching his arms above his head. Both Brent and Kim started laughing. “I guess I don’t have to put sheets on the couch for you then,” Kim quipped. Nick looked at me. I didn’t reply. Was I really considering giving him a blowjob? “Jessa,” Cathers said, getting my attention. “You were planning to wait until you had both been tested. Or does that not matter if you’re only talking oral?” “No, we should wait. Only … you heard him, just two sex partners in the last, like ten years. Amber and Amber. Probably not a carrier.” Nick waved his hand in front of my face. “You know we can hear you, right? It’s only Cathers that the rest of us can’t hear.” I decided I was beyond caring. I was sitting there naked. What secrets did I have? I knew the wine was a big part of it, but I was having fun. “Did I ever tell you that I consider myself an expert when it comes to blowjobs?” I said quietly, but not all that quietly. He sucked in a breath. “You do?” he asked, glancing at his friends on the other side of the fire. “Well, it’s important for a woman to be able to please her man in that way, don’t you think?” He looked away. I’d embarrassed him. I found myself enjoying that I was turning the tables on him. He’d embarrassed me. Now it was my turn. Besides, a woman didn’t have to finish what she started. And, maybe I was just leading him on. I could be quite devious if so inclined. “Sit back down, Nick,” I instructed. “You’re still in the dog house, remember?” I extended my wine glass to him and he topped it up. “Thanks. But be warned. Too much wine and I might fall asleep. I’m pretty sure I give better head when I’m awake.” “I’ll take that,” he said, reaching for my glass. I let go. “That can be Cathers’ now,” I said, picking up her glass and taking a swig. “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked, my eyes meeting Catherine’s. She smiled. “You’re funny when you’re drunk, Jessa.” I didn’t mind that I was coming across as a bit tipsy. That provided me with cover. A few minutes later, Nick was telling our hosts that he was tired and how much he needed a good night’s sleep. They were playing along, yawning even. I started thinking that they were also ready for some alone time. Brent would probably end up owing me. After fetching a bucket of water from the stream, he doused the fire, and we all headed inside. Nick and I were shown to the guest room. As I was already naked, it didn’t take me long to get ready for bed. Nick was every bit as quick. And then we were under a light sheet, kissing. It was a first, Nick and I in bed together. There was only one garment between the two of us, his boxer briefs. He probably wasn’t going to have them on for long. I was still considering my options, but one way or another, I was going to rock his world.

Jade Gets Caught by zetacon4© Her name fits well. Her bright greenish eyes flash as she grins mischievously. They contrast beautifully with her long, blondishly red hair that, when down, extends to her mid-back. Most of the time, you will see it tied up tight in lovely braids. My favorite style is a high ponytail tied with a ribbon and bow. Exhibitionists love to expose any and all parts of themselves just to see what people will do. And Jade is among the best of them. She knows how to target an unsuspecting audience and bring the full impact of her beauty and sensuality into play to tease and excite them. Without voyeurs, exhibitionists would have no fun. And that's where I come in. I have been living next to Jade now several months. I first learned of her desire to show off herself to others the day I moved in. I had just finished unpacking and putting my stuff away. Needing a break, I looked out my bedroom window, curious about what and who was next door. Lucky me! Her bedroom window faced mine. I noticed a young girl looking to be 20. Her very shear window curtains were mostly closed, leaving a small opening where they did not quite meet. She was sitting on the side of her bed and playing with her breasts and tickling her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she tossed her head back and forth every so often, flipping a luscious mane of red hair. I quickly jumped over to my desk and grabbed my video camera that I kept loaded with fresh tape. Focusing on her and zooming in, I was able to get premium footage of her enjoying herself. I could hardly hold the camera still as she clenched her legs together and bit her lips, crying out lightly as she came. My cock was pressing on my pants so hard, I needed to free up one of my hands to adjust the situation. Let me give you a closer view. Jade fits the typical Irish lass image. Bright red hear, green eyes, high plump cheeks and cute button nose. She really doesn't need lipstick. Her lips are full and very colorful. They were very red at this point from the biting she had inflicted. As it was still early spring, her skin was creamy alabaster with tiny freckles twinkling here and there. Jade could easily model for a living if she chose to. Her breasts are full, D-cups and slightly upturned. I was very excited to see her dark areolas were at least one and a half inches in diameter, topped with nicely protruding very pink nipples. She seemed to keep them long and hard by constantly pinching and playing with them. After cumming so nicely, she lay back on the bed and continued to rub her pussy for about five minutes. As you can imagine, by now my erection was throbbing. But I just couldn't put the camera down to relieve my ache. The site of her wet pussy with her fingers going in and out and rubbing all over it just drove me nuts. The artist in me made putting the camera down an impossibility. My buddies would thank me later for my sacrifice. The pussy play ended and she got up to get dressed. Rummaging in her closet, she decided on a cute little springy number that barely contained her cute boobs. It was sort of tight and her sweet ass cheeks pressed tightly against the fabric, showing off her curves and crack. I don't think she could actually bend over in it without busting the seams. The hem came to mid-thigh height. Her delicate feet loved the black sandals with straps and small gold buckles. The toes were polished a lovely shade of maroon. She soon left to go out, and I didn't see her until later. That was day one. After putting the camera back on the desk, I took my very needful matters into hand and shot a good long cum just remembering the vision of her playing with her sweet wet pussy. The next several days seemed to just fly by. Every afternoon, about four, she would strip naked, go take a shower, come sit on her bed and masturbate to some very nice orgasms. I don't know if she knew I was videotaping her or not. She never seemed to notice that small opening in the curtains. I yet had to learn of her fetish for getting off where she knew others might see her. One afternoon, things changed. As was my habit by now, I looked over at Jades' window. She had a visitor, a girl perhaps just a bit older than she. The girl's dark brown hair was medium-length and wavy. Her eyes were dark and her expression seemed to say she wouldn't take any guff from anyone. In her excitement to entertain her friend, Jade hadn't even bothered with closing the curtains. I now had a great view of them, as they sucked each others' tongues hungrily. Their boobs were mashed into each other's chests and fingers ran through each others' hair making a shambles of it. They soon made a squirming, sucking mess of female flesh in the middle of Jade's bed and licked and sucked each other for a long time. I now had my video camera permanently mounted on a tripod, which always pointed straight into her bedroom. I had added a dish microphone to pick up all the beautiful sounds associated with all the next-door fun. Now that mic came in very handy. They squealed and grunted and laughed and slurped and I caught it all on tape. My buddies loved my tapes so much, I had to charge them a small fee to help pay for the tapes. We met weekly on Sundays to enjoy the previous weeks recordings. I even provided paper towels to keep them from making a mess of my place when they shot their spunk during the viewings. I remember the first time I actually ran into her on her way out the door. She was fumbling in a small purse to see if she had remembered to bring something. I was out checking my mail. "Hi neighbor!" I called to her. At first, she just ignored me and kept looking in her purse. I walked closer and tried again. "My name's Garrison, yours?" She paused and looked up. Frustrated and annoyed to be interrupted, she scowled and said, "Whatcha want?" I looked for an opening. "Sure hope you didn't forget your keys!", hoping to lighten the mood some. "None o' yer business what I'm looking for." With that she turned and ran back inside, leaving me with bewilderment plastered all over my face. I had a lot to learn about her fiery attitude. The red hair should have been a tip-off. It was several days afterwards that I learned her name. It was mid Saturday afternoon and Jade had been sunbathing in the back, lying on one of those aluminum folding lawn chairs. She looked hot. The red bikini she wore covered almost nothing, giving me a great view of her breasts. Little rivulets of sweat ran down into the cleavage, the top having pulled her breasts together. I knew she must be thirsty, so I quickly made some instant iced tea and poured each of us a tall glass. I carried the glasses out the back door and over to where she lay sunning. I made enough noise so as not to startle her. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "You look like you might be thirsty. Care for some iced tea?" "Uh, Ok!" She reached out and took the glass I offered. This time I just sat next to her in a vacant chair and waited. "Well? " she said after the first couple of long swigs on the tea. "Well, what?" I responded. I figured I would play her little game this time. "Whygya bring this tea over to me?" "I know a thirsty person when I see one. Is it Ok?" I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of putting me on the spot. "Yea!" she snipped. Still not able to be civil and act friendly. I thought of a way to steer the conversation, such as it was, around to her and her body. "Are you a model? You have the body for it!" I figured that would appeal to her ego. She seemed to be completely self-absorbed. It worked. "Naw. Just a junior in college. What about you?" Well, well. The first nice thing I had heard out of her mouth. "I work part-time over at a wholesale warehouse while attending the local college." I needed to get her talking about herself. "Is this your home town?" I hoped she would get more comfortable with me. "Yea. Lived here all my life and went to Bellview High. Where did you go to high school?" "John Glenn in Pittsburg, my hometown." Now things were going more smoothly. I thought I would try for her name again. "I'm Garrison. What's you name?" I said, hoping she would be more friendly than the last time I asked. "Jade" she said not looking up, but continued to drink little sips of the tea. She looked more relaxed now, having refreshed some from the tea. "That's a cool name. Is it a nickname or your giving name?" "I think it was my mother's idea. Turns out my eyes are very green, so seems to fit me ok," she blurted out her first normal sentence. I had the opening I was looking for. "Open your eyes some more. I can't see." I said, hoping she would not feel pressed. She sat up some and looked me well in the face. I looked closer and smiled at her. "Damn! Those are very nice green eyes. I like how they contrast nicely with your hair." Hoping the complement would keep her mood soft. She looked at me now and smiled just a little. She took another sip and leaned back and closed her eyes. My eyes wondered over her yummy D-sized breasts and stomach and meandered down to her crotch. The skimpy bottoms of her suit were pressed very tightly into her pussy lips, making them very prominent and easily noticed. I looked her legs over well, especially her cute feet. I was about to make my way back up to her pussy when she laughingly said, "Like what you see?" I looked quickly back at her face and smiled very broadly. "You better believe it!" I said, hoping the positive comment would make an opening for more. "Everything about you is very hot. I don't think that tea will cool you down at all!", joking with her a little. I wanted to keep the subject headed toward her sexual activities. "Looks like you’ve been have a real good time. I see your friends come by quite often. They sure are cute." I offered more encouragement. "Yea, I party a lot. School bores me so much, I have to do something to forget about it. I've seen your buddies coming over a lot too. Are you gay?" She almost got me with that one. I wasn't sure where she was going with that question. "No. Love girls very much. The guys and I just enjoy watching some of the videos I make every week. Definitely X-rated. You ever watch that type of video?" This had to be the bait I wanted her to take. "Of course! I love to watch the lesbos eat each other out. That's what makes me the hottest. What do you like to watch best?" She probed. "Well, I love watching people have fun any way they like; licking, sucking, fucking. You name it, I love to watch it", I told her. She looked over at me and smirked a little. "I really enjoy watching people when they don't know they are being watched. Especially girls masturbating." I had to throw that in just to see if she would bite. "You do, do you?" She laughed back. "Yes," I continued. "I really enjoy watching you masturbate. You do it so well and I love to see you toss your hair around when you cum. You look wonderful naked with your fingers in your pussy." This had to get her attention. It did! "What are you talking about? When have you ever seen me? You perv! I should call the cops!" she blasted back. "Yea, right!" I said, knowing she was all show. "You know it’s fair game to look if someone leaves access to see you from a public place," I reminded her. She looked a bit pissed and yet, I saw that expression in her lips that seemed to say, "Damn, I am good!" She was a true exhibitionist and she knew it. "What do you think I have been showing all my buddies these last several weeks?" I knew she would be hot now! "Damn you, have you been fucking videotaping me in my room?" She swore, quickly sitting up and looked like she wanted to hit me. "Sure," I shot back. "Did you think that I would keep all that good viewing to myself. Besides, I whack off too while watching you. You are so hot and the guys love you too. They beat their meats furiously watching you over and over fucking your cute little twat with those nice fingers of yours. You make great X-rated movies!" She just looked at me for awhile, thinking of a plan. Then she began to threaten and bargain. "You better go get all those tapes right now and give them to me, or I will call the cops!" She threatened. "I already told you that wouldn't work. But I have another plan that will" I shot back. "Oh, yea?" she fretted. "I will give you one tape everytime you come over to see me. I want to eat your sweet pussy. One long good pussy licking for one tape. Is it a deal?" I offered. "She almost frowned, hesitating, but then remembered how horny she always was after a boring day at school. She squinched up her mouth and looked hard at me for several seconds.... "Well, you drive a hard bargain, but I do love my puss licked and played with. How many tapes have you made of me?" she ask, getting a bit wet even now thinking about it all. I noticed a small dark spot forming at the juncture of her pussy lips. "About 200 now, I think. One for every afternoon of finger fucking and several at other times when you were fucking your friends. It's a great library. Want to come over and see what I have?" I just knew her curiosity would get the better of her at that suggestion. "Sure!" she said, and got up from the chair. I took the empty glass from her and we walked over to my back door and up to my apartment. I led her into my room. She could immediately see all the equipment I had setup for taping her through my window. She looked around in amazement. She went over to the window and looked out. Even now she could see into her room right at the bed. She turned to me and grinned a big sheepish smile! I laughed just a little, then said, "Sit here while I cue up a tape. Let me show you one of my favorites!" I pulled a tape cassette from one of many shelves that held volumes of tapes. She sort of whistled as she saw how many I had made of her. Her ego got bigger by the second. "Here it is," I said, shoving the tape into the deck and powering up the monitor connected to it. "This is one of your 'just after shower' episodes with your favorite girlfriend. She is really hot too." I grabbed the remote and pressed play. "What is her name, by the way?" I just had to know. Her eyes were glued to the monitor as the tape made it to the start of the scene. Her friend was kissing her lustily and fingering her wet pussy. Jade was pinching the girl's tits and fingering her too. "Sue," she said softly without taking her eyes from the monitor. She said it lovingly as a lover would. She began to lick her lips and reach down to touch herself. She seemed to be lost in the moment of the scene and soon forgot I was even in the room. The sound of them cumming and sucking and such was so intense she just took off the bottom piece of the swimsuit and began to masturbate vigorously. I watched her, then the video and then back at her. She wanted to close her eyes to concentrate, but didn't want to miss any part of her session with Sue. I was getting really hard by now, and wondered how I was going to make my way onto those sweet pussy lips, those very wet, suckable lips I had for so long been watching and longing to lick. I realized how distracted she was by the video and her own approaching orgasm, so I just quietly got down on my hands and knees and moved softly over in between her legs. I tentatively licked one of the lips to see if she would stop or be upset. She didn't even miss a stroke. I licked harder now, and pushed my tongue deep inside her pussy. She gasped loudly and clenched her legs together quickly. I knew she was about to cum and I fucked her sweet hole rapidly with my tongue as her orgasm overtook her. She squealed and bucked and her eyes were now closed and she tossed her head from side to side just as she always did when cumming so hard. I reached up and began playing with her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Her orgasm continued and I now inserted two fingers inside of her and sucked hard on her clit while using my fingers to stimulate her g-spot. She seemed lost in waves of wonder and ecstasy. I sucked her sweet juices as they flowed over my fingers and ran dripping onto the floor. I tried to get it all into my mouth, but she just oozed too much too fast. Eventually, Jade came around to reality. She looked down at me, my face completely slick and dripping with her juices. She giggled sweetly and pulled my face to her and kissed me deeply, licking the juices from my face also. "Well, Jade, do you have a place to hold all these tapes?" I teased her, hoping she would let me keep them for her here in my room. "Not right now. Can I come over everyday and watch some?" she ask, hooked on the videos. "I wouldn't have it any other way!" I said, smiling and kissing her lightly again. She gave me a quick hug and stood up to leave. "Thanks for that licking. You are very good! I think that's the best time a guy has ever eaten my pussy. I'm going to like coming home now more then ever. You better have a tape cued and waiting when I get here." she threatened sweetly. "You can count on it," I promised. "And I want to sneak and watch your buddies jerk off to my tapes next time they are over, Ok?" she said. "You got it. But you will have to be very quiet when you cum or they will know you are here and want to party with you." I wanted to see where that idea would go, but she just laughed and said she had to get cleaned up for the evening. She went out almost every night, as I knew all too well. I saw her to my back door, then she noticed she had forgotten to put the bottom piece of her suit back on. She giggled and I ran back up and got it for her. I helped her hold it in place while she tied the strings. Her pussy was still very warm from all the fun we had enjoyed together. I watched as her cute little ass sauntered back into her yard and up the back stairs to her apartment. Wow, I thought to myself. Chapter Two Jade and I met nearly every afternoon and enjoyed watching a tape and having hot oral sex. She even gave me a blowjob now and then. Unexpected, but very welcome. She was great at that too. We began to have conversations about voyeurism and such. I marveled at how much she needed to be watched and I was more than happy to be the watcher. One afternoon, Jade surprised me by bringing her girlfriend Sue over to watch with us. When Jade introduced me to Sue, she referred to me as the watcher. I liked that and so did Sue, turns out. She traveled a lot in her work as a technical advisor and made this stop here at Jade's whenever she was in town. Jade explained that she was the submissive of Sue and that Sue had something special planned for this evening. I was very pleased that she had chosen to tell me about it. Sue explained that she was going to place a collar around Jade's neck to symbolize Jade's choice to continue their Domme/sub relationship. I had read about this lifestyle, and thought that the two made a nice couple, and told them so. I had a feeling that while Sue was in town, I wouldn't be licking Jade's sweet snatch. I put in a tape of the two of them and they really loved watching it together. They laughed and commented on what each of them was doing in the movie. Sue thanked me repeatedly for taking the time to tape everything so clearly. She immediately asked for a copy, and I told her I would have one ready for her when she had to leave. "Sue, since tonight is a very special night for the two of you, do you want me to tape all or most of it? I can be very invisible and you will have a great record of your special night." I hoped she would think this a keen idea. "What do you have in mind?" she probed, curious as to what I might suggest. "Just let me sneak around and you pretend not to see me. I will be as quiet and invisible as possible. Then, you can come over afterward and help me edit it. I know it will be a great night." I said, with as much enthusiasm in my voice as I knew how. She looked at Jade and Jade tilted her head and looked questioningly back at Sue. They began to smile at each other and I then knew they would have a blast and even better time knowing they were being taped. "Ok! But if I say quit, you gotta stop the camera, Ok?" she bargained. "Sure, but I bet you wont' even be aware of me. You have fun and when the night is done, you can edit out takes you don't want included in the final tape." So with that decided, the two of them left to plan the evening. I went about getting the tapes and equipment ready. I was already a bit horny from viewing the tape I had cued up for them. Now, thinking how much of their sex play I was going to capture on tape, I got even hornier. I loaded everything except the loaded camera and a small tripod into my truck and locked it. Then I went up to shower and dress for the evening. As I looked into Jade's window, I could see her and Sue discussing the plans for the night. I knew my job for the night was going to be very unusual and tough. I had to get good views and still keep out of site. But I live for a challenge! Knowing I had to be quick or miss good scenes, I hurriedly showered and dressed in a black shirt and pants. Everything was black. I wanted to be a shadow. I made a quick sandwich, ate it and drank something. Then I closed up the apartment and took the back stairs down and over to her back stairs. I was very quiet and snuck inside her back door. I heard the shower running and followed the sounds to the bathroom. It was too steamy inside for my lens so I stayed just outside the door leaving a small crack through which to shoot. The two of them were washing each other and laughing and kissing and just being cute girls. The shower doors were steamed up and allowed a very foggy view of them. Every so often, one of them would bump into the glass doors and their butt and shoulders and boobs could be clearly seen. This was such a tease as you could never know which body part would be pushed up against the glass next. I am quite sure they did not know I was there. The water turned off and the door slid back. The two water nymphs tumbled out and played with each other some more. They grabbed their towels and began to dry each other off. I had a hard time keeping them in frame as they bumped each other around the room. I had to crack the door even wider. They must not have noticed. They just kept playing. I stopped recording and went into Jade's bedroom. I knew they would be there in a moment and I wanted to catch all their hot sex together. I skipped the obvious closet, as they would be sure to open it and see me there. I grabbed a light blanket and pushed a table over a few feet towards a chest of drawers. I used the blanket and the table to make a blind from which I could film without being seen. Soon, they ran into the room laughing and jumped on the bed. Jade looked out the window and said something about 'wondering if Garrison was taping them yet'. I almost couldn't squelch my giggle. She left the small opening in the curtains anyway and the two of them kissed softly for several minutes. Sue began the session in earnest by demanding that Jade get on all fours with her ass facing the window. Jade, as usual, argued with Sue, but did it anyway. The angle was still pretty good from my vantage point. Sue bent down and proceeded to whack Jade's butt cheeks soundly with her hand. Every few whacks, Sue would pause and rub Jade's pussy lips and sometimes insert a finger and stroke her several times. This continued until Jade's ass was a very nice shade of dark pink. I knew it was going to be a tough night for me, as my dick was already jerking in time to the whacks on Jade's ass cheeks. How was I going to stand being this close to two gorgeous girls having great sex and not be able to do anything other than film it all? I just clung to the thought that later on, Jade and I would be watching this tape, and I would be licking and sucking that cute pussy that now was getting spanked and fingered. When Sue was satisfied with the color and heat of Jade's ass, she pushed Jade over onto her back, stood over her head and squatted down straddling her face. Sue pushed her pussy into Jade's face and began small rocking motions with her pelvis. Jade submissively allowed Sue to fuck her face, stopping every so often for Jade to suck Sue's clit into her mouth and tongue it and pinch it. This action always drove Sue crazy with lust, shaking and moaning loudly. As I zoomed in on Sue's butt, I could see her juices trickling down Jade's chin and puddling on her chest between her breasts. The rear view of Sue's pussy lips and anus were so provocative I nearly lost track of what I was doing. Juices even dripped from her pussy lips. Jade saw that and reached her tongue back under the lips and licked them repeatedly to get at the sweet nectar. "Oh Jade! I can't take anymore. I'm cumming, I'm cummng," Sue yelled as her body shuddered from the sweet waves of a pounding orgasm. It continued for a minute or two as Sue clung to Jade's head by her bright red braids. Sue had pinned her crotch so tightly against Jade's face that it cut off all her air. Jade shoved Sue back onto her tummy and gasped loudly, panting. Sue laughed heartily at Jade's predicament. Finally catching her breath some, Jade joined Sue in laughing at their fun. Jade wiggled her hips, tempting Sue to play with her. Sue repositioned herself between Jade's legs and began eating her pussy with lots of sloppy slurping and licking. She paused only long enough to insert two and then three fingers into Jade's very wet pussy. She thrust them in and out to some wild rhythm that only she and Jade could hear. Jade was so aroused by all that had happened that, within a minute of this finger fucking, she bit her lower lip as usual and cried out with her orgasm. Sue took the clue and sucked her clit completely into her mouth and tongue thrashed it unmercifully. It was several minutes before Jade's orgasm subsided enough for her to open her eyes and sit up. She and Sue squeezed each others' breasts and kissed long and hard. Sue went over to the dresser and picked up a small package wrapped in pretty paper. "Jade, I think it’s the right time for this," Sue said, looking lovingly at Jade. Bouncing up from the bed, Jade knelt in front of Sue. She trembled slightly in anticipation. Sue handed Jade the package and Jade took it and eagerly tore the wrapping from the small box. She slowly opened it and slid the lid under the bottom and held up the box to Sue. Sue reached into the box and picked up a sterling choker collar. She moved closer and placed the collar around Jade's neck and ran one end through the ring at the other end and pulled it tight. Jade's face burned brightly with shame and humiliation. She wanted, no, needed Sue's treatment of her. She found her greatest sexual fulfillment when in submission to Sue. The collar was Jade's acceptance of Sue's authority over her and Jade's need to be dominated. Jade leaned forward and licked Sue's pussy like a dog lapping at your hand. Sue drove Jade's face hard and deep into her pussy and told her in a stern tone, "Lick it, You better Lick It Good! You dirty little slut." Jade's face grew even redder, if that was possible. She grabbed Sue's butt cheeks with both hands and ate at Sue's cunt with eager, noisy suckings and licks. Sue began to shudder and moan. She was soon taken completely in a hard, fast orgasm. She grunted and whined and finally wound down from another hot time with Jade attached to her cunt. Sue pulled Jade up to her and the two of them hugged each other warmly and kissed long and softly. I could tell they each found what they were looking for in this yin/yang sort of pairing. The moment spilled over with emotional intensity. Something suddenly blurred my view. I had to clear my eyes to keep filming. The two broke their kiss and Sue reached into a bag close by and pulled out a long black leash. She came over to Jade and snapped the leash onto the collar. She gave the leash a little sharp tug. Jade grinned and knelt in front of Sue. "Go put on that dress I have chosen for tonight, and no panties. I want your pussy open and accessible to me at any moment the whole night. And wear that little black jacket that makes your boobies look so hot for me." Sue ordered Jade about. Jade went over to where the clothes were laid out and stepped into the thin wool pleated mini skirt. It came to mid-thigh and was just the right length to flip up and show off her cute ass or shaven pussy, which ever Sue wanted to do at any moment. She slipped a cute pair of matching heels on and pulled the black jacket over her shoulders and buttoned the three buttons. Her breasts appeared to be stuffed into the jacket and you could easily see the sides of her breasts between the buttons. "Ok, Jade. That looks good. Now come here, I want to give you one more thing." Sue instructed. Jade walked over and waited in front of her with head hung. Sue turned her around and told her to bend over. Sue flipped up the skirt and took a small oval shaped vibrating egg that was remote controlled and easily pushed it up into Jades vagina. She was still very wet from all the sex and play. Sue's humiliation of Jade kept her wet. Now Sue could turn the vibrator on and off at will, keeping Jade in a constant state of arousal. Sue got dressed. She wore a white loose-knit top and short leather skirt. Her hair was done up beautifully in curls and bangs, making her oval face picture perfect. She finished off the effect with knee high leather boots with two inch heels. The two soon finished with their make-up and stuff and a horn sounded out in front. I discovered that it was a limo to take them to a theater. I followed in my truck as quickly as I could. Chapter Three About half way to where they were headed, the limo pulled over into an empty parking lot. I grabbed my camera and started shooting. Sue pulled hard on the leash attached to Jade’s collar, guiding her over to a lighting pole. Sue ordered Jade to spread her legs. Sue reached down into her cunt and pulled the egg vibrator out and then told Jade to pee right there with her skirt pulled up high so anyone coming by could see her peeing. I quickly zoomed in and centered on her crotch. It took several seconds for Jade to relax, but finally a small dribble of pee fell from between her legs. It soon got going and became a nice strong stream. They both looked down at it and enjoyed the sight and sound of her peeing. Jade looked around to see if anyone was close enough to see her. No one but me and the camera. But she was not looking at me. I was off in the shadows, using the zoom to get in close on them. I couldn't really see this, but found out later that Sue made Jade lick the seat where she had been sitting just before they stopped at the parking lot. Seems Jade had cum and leaked her cum all over the seat from that vibrator egg and Sue punished her by making her lick it all up. Now, she couldn't even wipe the pee from her pussy. She just had to get back into the limo and ride on to the theater. The limo let the girls out and pulled away to find a parking place. I shot into a spot that was too small for the limo and grabbed my gear, locking the vehicle and ran inside. After paying for the ticket, I eased into the theater. The trailers were playing and the brightness of the scenes on the screen made locating the girls a bit easier. They were way down in front. The very first row. I carefully found a seat nearby just behind them and eased down into the seat. I took the camera out and held it close in front of me so as not to attract attention. I set it on low light setting and tried to focus. The light level went from almost black to very bright, making it hard to get a good picture. Sue fingered Jades pussy, her legs spread wide open. They crouched down in their seats, giggling a little. Soon the movie started. Sue sent Jade out to get popcorn and drinks. She was gone awhile and came back with her hands full. As the movie got underway, the two of them got more and more vocal and soon people were shushing them. It became obvious that the two were doing something totally unrelated to the movie. I was close enough to smell Jade's pussy. It was a strange combination of smells; popcorn, soda pop, dirty theater floor mess, Jade's leather jacket and then Jade's cunt juices. Wow. I didn't know whether to be turned on or disgusted at all those scents. Soon, the pop and water Sue forced Jade to drink made its way to her bladder and Jade needed to pee. The two got up and trapsed out into the lobby. I followed, because I knew they would be taking their little party with them. I caught the two of them heading up some stairs, Jade's ass showing clearly from under that short skirt, as Sue followed close behind. At the top was a hallway. There were restrooms up there and Sue told Jade to go into the men's facility. Jade looked at her like she was nuts and Sue shoved her inside. I pushed open the door and carefully aimed the camera around the partition. Sue had Jade standing at one of the urinals and peeing. They were both laughing and Jade got some pee splashed on her. Sue had her go into a stall and wipe herself. Sue then just walked out, passing me and winked. I ducked back out and slipped back down into the theater. When the two were seated again, Jade whispered that a guy was surprised by her coming out of the men's door and brushed up against her. They giggled at that. Soon more drinks and more finger fucking and giggling. The few people that had showed up for this late viewing were getting a bit tired of the girl's antics. They had to shush the girls repeatedly. Up they popped again to go pee. The same routine as before. Jade and Sue into the men's and this time I went in right behind them, as they both knew I was there. I got a great shot from behind looking up from knee level of pee gushing from Jade’s pussy. She shook from the tingle of relief. I knew this would be one of the great scenes of the night. As the stream diminished to a trickle and then a couple of quick spurts, she sighed, looked over her shoulder at me and jutted her ass out at the camera and wiggled it some. My dick just kept getting harder. I was in real pain by now. She grabbed some tissue from a stall and wiped, then began to wash her hands. Some guy came in. He looked at her washing up with that way too short skirt and walked up behind her, flipping it up in back, laughed and said a few choice comments. He looked at me and asked what the hell was I doing. I told him we were making a girls gone wild movie. He thought that was cool and proceeded to a urinal to pee. We left, returning to our seats. On Jade's third time to the restroom, she went by herself. She wasn't gone too long and when she came back, I overheard her tell Sue that "a sort of older guy burst into the stall when I had just started to piss. I didn't spread my legs for him, so he told me to, and then I did. I felt so ashamed and dirty and kind of sexy. I don't know why I did, maybe it was because we have been having sex all day. He even helped a little by pulling my thighs open. . . I was just so shocked. That kind of made me wake up. So I spread my legs for him, and he got a pretty good look, and wouldn't let me leave until I wiped up". She giggled with embarrassment and the two of them began to play again. This time, Sue was very insistent. She kept at the finger fucking until Jade made a big loud noise while cumming. They were really loud this time and the other viewers shouted at them to shut the fuck up or get out. I don't know why, because the two girls were a lot more intertaining than the movie. The girls scooted out of the movie just as it was about to finish and dashed out the door. I made a beeline for my vehicle and followed close behind. The limo stopped in front of Jade's place and the girls got out. Sue had the limo wait. It seemed to soon for this very special night to be over. The two stopped just outside the front door and kissed and giggled some more and then Sue made Jade kneel down right there in plain view of anyone, me and the limo driver or whomever might walk by and had her eat her pussy one last time for the night. When Sue, having to lean on the door to steady herself during her orgasm, was finally satisfied, they kissed and Sue hopped back into the limo and sped off into the night. Jade’s eyes followed the limo as it sped away, then, lowering her head, went inside. I tried not to cry as I saw her wiping her eyes at Sue’s leaving, but was unsuccessful. I was tired, but happy about the night’s taping. As I hauled my stuff up to my apartment, I stumbled briefly on a stair step and cursed softly. Must have been that mist still blurring my vision. I soon drifted off to sleep dreaming wonderful visions of Jade! --------------- Epilogue: It was several days later that I called Jade over to view and help edit the tapes of her night out with Sue. She slammed the back door, ran up the stairs and burst into my room. "Hey! What if I had been naked in here?", I complained in mock shock. She giggled and said, "Tough"! I had the first cassette already loaded and pushed the play button. We looked at it some and she started adding commentary here and there to the scenes. She laughed at herself as she saw herself cumming and eating Sue's pussy. She really enjoyed watching herself. When we came to that nice piss shot, she laughed and poked me in the side. “I like that shot the best of the peeing ones!” she said, with obvious satisfaction beaming from her eyes! Even as an exhibitionist, she also had a great voyeur instinct. We played and marked spots for editing out and finally she seemed to tire of the job. I stopped and ask if she would like something to drink. She giggled, thinking back on all the peeing she did in the movie! We went into the kitchen and I poured us something cold from the refrigerator. She sat on a stool just opposite me and smeared the cool glass around her face, leaving trails of condensation over her forehead and cheeks. I noticed that she let her other hand slip down between her legs. She was wearing a pair of extreme jeans cutoffs. There was not enough crotch material left to cover much at all. She easily pushed the cloth aside and ran her fingers over her lips. I watched for a little bit and then got the hint. She wanted to masturbate for me, and I decided to add to her pleasure. I unfastened my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. She looked at me, grinned and made a lewd remark about me not getting that sticky stuff on her. I began to stroke my already hard shaft. She was very turned on and her pussy began to leak. I watched the sweet clear liquid run down onto the stool seat. She got frustrated with the shorts being in the way, and shucked them off quickly. We were now sitting on our stools, very nude and rubbing our naughty parts in complete enjoyment of each other. She fingered herself and rubbed her clit around and around. I used my spit to slick up my cock. It was very red, hard and shiny. She couldn't take her eyes off it. I stroked it faster and faster to the same speed and rhythm of her strokes. We looked briefly into each other's eyes and grinned. She closed her eyes and her breath caught sharply. She began to shudder and I knew she was cumming. I needed no more encouragement and brought my cock into the home stretch. I stood up and got close to her pussy. I squirted my cum right on her pussy lips as she shook with a great orgasm. She felt my hot jism on her fingers and lips and looked down to see them all splattered and running with cum. This sent a new wave of spasms running through her. She moaned and shook even harder. I wiped my fingers and cock on her tummy. She smeared her fingers generously in it and licked them clean. We laughed and played with my cum on her tummy some and I went down and licked the rest of her skin clean. I continued to lick her clit and pussy lips. They were so wet and tasted wonderful. She moaned again in complete abandon as she found another very nice orgasm. After I finished eating her delicious pussy, I led her to my bathroom and we took a nice shower together. She has the most beautiful tits and I played with them and soaped them up and rubbed my hands all over her cute body. We kissed and touched and played and finally rinsed off.

Joanie: The Epilogue byJBEdwards© This is my 11th and last Joanie story. I hope you have liked them. I'm even older now than I am portrayed in my stories, but the memories are clear as a bell. One does not forget these things easily, if ever. Thank you for having stuck with me and read the stories, if indeed you have. If this is your first Joanie story, you might want to read some of the others before reading this one. ********** If you have read my ten stories of my college years, you know I had some pretty wild times, and that I was cruelly used by men for their own needs, be it promotions, money, or just plain sex. The common theme was that they exploited my two weaknesses, both tied to being drunk, those being exhibitionism and too easy to get into bed. At times I was even much too easy. Basically, when drunk I am a slut. I grew up too fast, I think.  Well I'm out of college now, even out of graduate school. I'm 27 years old, single, and I still have a great body. And I'm still short, only now I call it petite. I've joined the workforce, and I am providing computer security for, you guessed it, a bank in New York. I dye my hair blonde, changed how I wear it, and I go by my middle name. I call myself Susie, and nobody at this particular bank has yet fingered me for being "Joanie of Zurich," thank God.  I'm very careful about exhibitionism at work. My colleagues think I don't like alcoholic drinks. They respect that. I don't date my colleagues. I don't think I come off as a cold bitch or anything, just perhaps a private and reserved person who gets the job done. So far, the men I work with have respected that. Mostly they are geeks, anyway, a different breed of people than private bankers, traders and the like.  I have stopped several denial of service attacks, and prevented numerous people and criminal gangs from hacking into people's accounts. I even stopped the Russians and the Chinese, and that's not easy. I'm quite proud of myself. Even better, the bank realized just what I've done for it and desperately wants to keep me happy. Traders and private bankers having naked pictures of me, or pictures of me in sexual acts on people's computers is not the way to do that. Anyway, those pictures date back 7 years ago, and 7 years is a long time. I was a foolish and carefree 20-year-old then, and I like to think, and hope, that I am more mature now.  I get paid good money, too. That's why I work at a bank.  The weekends are different. Indeed, sometimes they are very different. I don't have a boyfriend, really, although there are around three men who are after me. Of the three, Luke is my favorite. He's not a banker; he's a lawyer, quite a successful one. The big drag is that he is much older, being 38; that's an 11-year difference.  Last weekend he took me to the Hamptons, out on Long Island, to the most remote "Hampton," called Montauk, where he has a small place. He calls it The Chateau, ironically since it is anything but a chateau. Nevertheless, even a small place out there on the beach is worth millions. Montauk is at the Eastern end of the island, and the island is long, over 100 miles long. So at times out there I feel as if I am at the end of the earth.  It was a warm day, so we went to the beach. I wore my bikini, and he got interested. We began to make out together, as if we were still teenagers. But we're not, so when he tried to remove my top and stick his hand into my bottoms, I gently stopped him both times. I said, "Wait. Wait until we're back in the chateau." "Susie," he said, "There's nobody around. We're alone on the beach. That's the advantage of living out here." I looked him in the eye, and then he tried again to remove my bikini top. I was not drunk at all, I had not a drop of alcohol since the previous weekend, but I let him do it.  He continued to kiss me, and clearly being pleased with himself for having gotten my top off, he fondled my breasts. It felt nice. I could feel him smiling through the kiss. We continued like this for a while. It was exciting for me to be topless on the beach.  He climbed on top of me and I could feel his erection through his swim trunks. He began to remove my bottoms, too. That would make me naked underneath him, and I knew Luke well enough to know that meant that inevitably we would be fucking on the beach. I pushed him off, stood up, and said, "If you are going to keep at this, Luke, you had better buy me a few cocktails first." As I stood over him, topless, he was looking up at me, enjoying the view. I did not realize my bikini bottom had been pushed down so that it was barely hiding anything. I saw a flash of light, looked carefully, and could barely make out our neighbor, ogling me with a pair of binoculars. A lens had reflected the sun, and that's why I saw the flash. We had a voyeur. It was then that I noticed the top of my vagina was poking out of my bottoms, and I instinctively moved my arms to pull it back up, when my arms just stopped. We had a voyeur. All the better, let him look. So I left it like that, and I began to get aroused. All the old feelings from college came rushing back, and I got wet at the idea of having a voyeur, even if it was probably just our neighbor. Thinking back, I guess I got aroused especially because it might be our neighbor. He was a hunk, and I had a crush on him. If he was the voyeur, we could do lots of things for him. Ideas raced through my head. I walked back to the chateau topless, not to titillate Luke although it clearly did, but to give more of a show to the voyeur. Aroused still, I wore no bra under my blouse when I dressed for town. I had not done that since college. Luke did not even notice, he was so used to my conservative way of dressing it did not enter the realm of possibility in his brain.  I kept one short skirt out at the chateau. Twenty-seven year old professional women who work in banks don't wear mini skirts like I did routinely in college, but for my usual wardrobe, this was fairly short. I also went without panties. Luke did not know that, either. I had had some sort of brain freeze out there on the beach, and was acting like my old exhibitionist self from 6 years earlier. It felt good. I knew I would not do this again, it was too risky, but I wanted to make the most of this one time.  Luke took me to Southhampton, party central for the Hamptons, and he took me to a bar where boys meet girls, girls meet boys, girls meet girls, and boys meet boys. It's also where NYC professionals go to get their ya-ya's out on the weekends. A lot of drinking happens in those bars, and a lot of girls get drunk and get laid. I wished Luke were not there; I wanted to go native, to go wild, to get drunk and get laid.  I saw one girl who was really drunk. She was around 24, 25. I thought she was pretty, but there was a sadness in her eyes. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra was unclasped. Two men, one on each side of her, had a hand on each boob. She was kissing a third man while they felt her up, and giggling when she was not kissing.  She did not have a care in the world; the booze had removed them. I had the feeling though except for tonight, she had a troubled soul. The men exploiting her drunken availability obviously did not care what the hell her concerns were, or even if she had any, as long as nothing impeded their goal to use her. She gave every indication that all three of them might reach that goal that very evening. For a fleeting moment, I wished I were she. Later she left with the three men. They did not get far. I looked out the window and saw one of them fucking her right there on the sidewalk, while the other two looked as if they were waiting their turns. I told Luke I needed another drink. I was getting seriously drunk, and began to play a game with myself. I decided with each drink I would unbutton a button on my blouse. I told Luke and he approved. Luke said I already had had three drinks, and I was holding my fourth, so he unbuttoned three buttons.  There was a mirror behind the bar. There usually is in bars, and often it reflects the bottles lined up in front of it. I always find it a pretty, appealing effect. That's probably why all bars do it, I guess. I looked at myself using that mirror, and I could see a lot of boob. I tried leaning forward, and I could see all of my boobs save the nipples. I looked forward to finishing my fourth drink; then I would really be on display. I took my time, though. A lot of the fun is the anticipation.  I said to Luke, "I'm feeling wild tonight. After I finish this drink and lose my fourth button, shall we pretend we're single? You try to pick up a girl, and I'll try to pick up a man. Let's see who wins first. The one who gets kissed first is the winner. What do you think?" Luke is handsome, rich, and smooth. I was pretty sure he would get someone right away. There were a lot of NYC secretaries who came out on the weekends expressly with the hope of meeting someone like Luke. Many of them were here, and most of them were drunk. Quite a few were already paired up, but quite a few were not.  I have low standards, but to my eyes every one of the girls in the bar looked pretty. Most also looked sexually available. Not necessarily from the way they dressed, although there was certainly that aspect, but from the way they moved, and the looks in their eyes. I always think that the sexiest part of the body, man or woman, is the eyes. Broadcasting sexual availability in the eyes is the best way to get laid. I knew how to do that; it came naturally to me. It also did not hurt that my boobs were on display.  Indeed, pretty, drunk, unattached girls were in heavy supply that evening. I was sure I would lose to Luke. Also a lot of the men would prefer the young tarts to a 27-year-old professional woman. But I would have fun trying. What I did not realize was the effect exposing my breasts in a tantalizing way would have. Luke said, "Okay, I'm game. But he has to kiss you. You cannot kiss him first, or ask for a kiss; that's cheating. And we need a prize. How about whoever wins, we bring him or her home for a threesome? Assuming the victim is willing, of course."  I knew Luke had wanted a threesome for some time, but I had always said no. With this game he was likely to get one. It was not a priori obvious to me at least, that whoever we picked up would be up for sex, let alone a threesome. I was naïve. I was wrong about everything. Once men realized I was single, they were all over me. I was a mature twenty-seven years old professional, not one of the early twenties bubblehead secretaries. I was a bigger catch. My breasts got them interested in me, and they stayed around hoping they could seduce me. For what it's worth, and self-description is hard for me, I have a pretty face and a nice body. My body has been around the block a few times, actually quite a few times, between the ages 18 and 22, but since then not that much. Looking back, it seems like my body back then was running around the block continuously in a sexual marathon. Still, the upshot is that I know my way around a man, better than most women ever do, their entire lives.  I was enjoying it and felt no need to rush things. The men did though, and before long I was being kissed. What happened was one of these guys, Zeke, asked me to dance, and while we danced he began to fondle my boobs. He was cute and he wasn't a banker, so I let him. Next thing I know he had unbuttoned my blouse completely and was exposing my boobs to anyone who could see me in the crowd.  When I let him do that, too, he began to kiss me. It was a good kiss, a sweet kiss, and an open mouth, sexy kiss.  Then a friend of his, named Elijah, cut in, and immediately began also to fondle my boobs, since they were on display, and he too kissed me. I moaned a soft "hmmm" and Elijah stuck his hand under my skirt, right there on the dance floor. This made me very nervous but I did not stop him, I just leaned in closer.  His hand soon found my pussy, and Elijah realized I was commando. He got a big smile. My skirt was a short straight skirt, and it hugged my ass, giving a sexy effect, not that anyone cared at this point. But he began to start pushing it up slowly, and I realized he wanted to expose my private region to the dance floor, too.  This was too much, too fast, and I pulled away from him right into the arms of Zeke. I said "Excuse me, boys, I'll be right back." I had enjoyed the kisses it a lot, but I wanted to let Luke know I had won. I found him kissing one of the drunken bubbleheads, named Mary. We decided it was a tie, and we should bring all three of them home, if they were willing. They were.  Before we left the 5 of us hung out together, and when Luke kissed me, Zeke and Elijah put the moves on Mary, who gave them no resistance at all. When they tried to undress her however, right there on the dance floor, she resisted and got upset. Elijah pointed at my blouse, and she saw that my entire boobs, nipples too, were visible under my now almost completely open blouse.  After that, Mary let Elijah and Zeke take her blouse off, and she was dancing only in her bra. Her bra was lace, and you could see her nipples through the fabric. During a slow dance, Zeke put his hand under her bra and cupped her breast. She giggled and ground a little into his cock.  Meanwhile I had gone back to Elijah and was dancing with him, and Luke was left alone. That's not healthy, and soon enough he had bubblehead number two in his arms. He began to kiss her, and inspired by Mary and me, after some prolonged resistance she let him unbutton her blouse all the way.  Her name was Samantha, and she went by Sam. Her bra was a standard white bra, nothing sexy or revealing. But the context of her reluctance and finally giving in to Luke was symbolic of surrender to him, and I found the whole situation sexy.  I left Zeke and successively picked up two more guys. Probably because my boobs were hanging out for all to see, picking up the two guys was like picking low hanging fruit. My two new ones were Andrew and David. After quite a bit more drinking, the eight of us, five men and three women, were headed back to The Chateau. I was a little nervous about what would happen there.  I felt sure it would have been better to have three men and three women. The bubbleheads however were feeling no pain. I'm not even sure they were aware of the imbalance between men and women.  Everyone was drunk, so we left our cars in Southampton and took Uber to the Chateau. We'd return to get our cars tomorrow. We were in three Uber cars, since there were 8 of us, and the drive takes some time. In my car, I was in the back seat with Zeke on one side, and Elijah on the other.  Zeke began to kiss me. I broke the kiss and asked the driver if he minded. He had already been checking out my boobs, and he said, "Not at all, miss. Mi coche es su coche," or something like that. So I let Zeke kiss me.  I thought this was fairly harmless, but of course Zeke began to fondle my boobs. They were already on display, after all. Elijah was watching this going on. Not content only to watch, he stuck his hand under my skirt. He knew now that I was without panties. I tried to say no, but Zeke was holding my head, pushing my face into his, and I could not get away from the kiss to say no. I grabbed Elijah's wrist, the one attached to his hand now under my skirt, and I slapped it. Elijah smiled and slapped my bare thigh. That of course is not what I meant, but damn it, it felt good. Seeing my reaction he slapped it again. I was so aroused now I began to squirm.  Zeke saw what was going on and broke the kiss. The two men lay me down with my head in Zeke's lap and my ass between them. I'm so short I could lie down flat in the back seat of this large Uber car. I thought Zeke was going to unzip and want me to blow him, right there in the car. I did not want to do that, I was no longer a drunk 20 year old, and I was not looking forward to saying no. But I was wrong. Instead in one quick coordinated move, Zeke lifted my prone body an inch or so off the seat and Elijah pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and my cunt. I was horrified and turned on at the same time.  Before I could protest or try to push my skirt back down, Elijah slapped my ass. He slapped hard, and I cried out. I stopped trying to push down my skirt: it was too erotic. My cry was not one of pain or protest, but one of eros. Zeke took over the slapping, which was hard and relentless, while Elijah began to finger me roughly. I was already sopping wet, so it turned out not to be that rough.  It also turns out (and I didn't know this until then) that being spanked was a huge turn on for me. I had been spanked once during my wild times, but nothing like this. I could not see my ass, of course, since my face was buried in the crotch of Zeke's pants, but Elijah told me later that my ass became beet red. Elijah found my clit, and I had a noisy orgasm.  The driver had been watching all this in his rear view mirror it turns out, and at one point he pulled over. He turned around and said, "The ride is free boys if you will let me fuck her." Now I was offended. Did he really think I would fuck someone for money? And even if he did, the price of the Uber ride was small - he was implying I was a two-bit whore. I sat up, pushed down my skirt, buttoned up my blouse, and said, "I think it's best if you just drive us to the destination, please." He shrugged, got back into the driver's seat, and I did not let the men do anything to me, not even kiss me, for the rest of the ride home. I kind of understood, however. I was not giving a great impression letting two men treat me that way, and exposing myself, in his car. What was he supposed to think? But still, I was furious. It certainly did kill the mood. One problem was that I was still turned on and wanted more. Both men had tents in their pants. The driver did too, I noticed, when he asked to fuck me. I knew I was in for some sexually heavy times at The Chateau.  We were the last of the three to arrive. As we left the car to walk up to the house, I heard the music Luke had already put on the sound system. All the lights were on, and the blinds were up, so we could see into the house, and so could anyone else who happened by. The music had a nice beat. We entered and saw Luke sitting and sipping a cocktail, while Andrew and David were dancing with Mary and Samantha. Excuse me, Mary and Sam.  Sam was already naked above the waist, and her tight pants were still on, but they were unzipped. Mary was dancing in just her panties. All three men were fully clothed. The girls were dancing with drinks in their hands, occasionally spilling them as they moved and were groped. Most of the time they were giggling. Sam would reach over from time to time and give Andrew a sloppy kiss, then dance away from him, giggling.  A slow song came on, and the men pulled the two girls close to them. As they danced and ground their pelvises together, David pushed down Mary's panties, and she stepped out of them, kissing him while she did so. As if inspired by this, Andrew peeled off Sam's tight pants, taking her panties off with them. Now both girls were dancing naked. Everyone applauded them. That left me, fully clothed. Zeke and Elijah looked at me hungrily. I looked at them and shrugged. They pulled me up from the couch where I sat next to Luke, and removed my blouse. I was now topless. Quick as a bunny they also removed my skirt, and I was now naked, like the other two girls.  Luke left to get his camera. He posed the three of us naked, me, Mary, and Samantha in a line facing him, and he snapped away. He wanted some "sexy pictures," so I stuck a finger in Mary, and she stuck a finger in Sam. Sam had nobody to stick a finger in, since we were lined up and my cunt was too far away, so she stuck a finger into Mary's asshole. Mary jumped when Sam's finger entered her ass; she had not been expecting it. This caused cheers among the men. Luke snapped away. "More, please," Luke said. So I got onto my knees and began to lick Mary's slit. Mary groaned. Samantha was left out again, so she went over to Zeke, undressed him quickly, and let him by his cock over to me, and said, "Stick it in." He entered me and began to pump away, fucking me nicely. Andrew undressed, came over and roughly pushed Sam to the floor. He picked up her head with both hands and brought it to his semi erect cock. She took the hint and swallowed it up to his balls. Andrew's cock quickly began to grow to its full size in her mouth, and he held her head in its position, and she began to gag and get a little frantic. He let her head go, pushed her onto her back, spread his legs, and plunged it into her. She gasped as he entered her and then he roughly and brutally fucked her.  In comparison, Zeke was being sweet and gentle, as he pumped in me slowly. I stood up forcing Zeke out of me, and leaving Mary with no one to continue her cunnilingus. She was squirming on the floor. I turned to Elijah and whispered in his ear, "I want that, but rougher." I nodded my head towards Andrew and Sam. I had been thinking about how erotic Elijah's spanking had been in the car. Elijah said nothing. He only smiled.  Elijah's smile scared me. I knew I wanted to be manhandled and have rough sex, but I did not know in any detail what I wanted. It was more a general erotic desire, awakened by the spanking in the car. Elijah's smile reeked of sadistic misogyny and that scared me. I did not know him; I did not know what he was capable of. Fortunately I remembered Luke was there. He would protect me, I hoped.  The first thing Elijah did was to enlist everyone else and to tie me up. The men were enthusiastic, the girls less so, since they were being ignored. But still, they were curious. They led me outside to the front yard. They lay me on the cold ground, and tied me to four trees. Elijah put a pillow under my head, propping it up a little, so I could see my naked body sprawling out below it. I complained I was lying on rocks digging into my back; it would be better on the grass. Elijah smiled his wicked smile, and said, "Yes, I know. You are mine now, you do as I say." When he said that I had two reactions at once. I shivered and my cunt became electrified. I realized I was suddenly a submissive. I had hints of this in the past, when I would get drunk and do what men wanted (within reason) if they spoke authoritatively and ordered me to do it.  But this was of a whole different dimension. Everyone left me there and disappeared into the house. I just lay there, out in the cold, exposed to anyone who wanted to look. Fortunately, the house was at the end of the island and not too many people were about, even fewer pedestrians. Only our neighbors might walk by. Our neighbors! I thought. How humiliating for them to see me like this. My cunt began to get seriously wet.  I heard the music restart. I was getting rather cold. My flesh had goose bumps and my nipples were hard as rocks. Finally Andrew and Samantha came out. Elijah was supervising. He told Samantha to lie down and rest her head on my flat tummy, as a pillow. He removed the rocks from where she would be lying. Bastard. Only I got the rocks. Then Andrew loomed over her, put his cock at her mouth, and she sucked for all she was worth, with her head on my tummy. I had a rather intimate view. Elijah left, and when he retuned he was carrying something, but he hid it from my view.  He stopped the fellatio and he moved Samantha so that her ass was now on my tummy. He pushed her up a little more so that her cunt was at the edge of my hip. Her head was down on the ground, as were her feet. He told her to spread her legs wide.  Luke snapped a flash photo. I thought of our neighbor seeing the flash, getting curious and trying to see what we were doing. I shuddered. Then Elijah said to Andrew, she's all yours until David gets hard again. Apparently David had already fucked Mary, or been sucked off by her, or had been jacked off, I had no way of knowing. Or maybe it was by Samantha before she came outside? I doubted that. Andrew stuck it in, giving Samantha a nice but fairly brutal fuck. Elijah yelled at him to fuck her harder. He did. Elijah wanted it harder still. Sam's midsection was bouncing around on my naked tummy as they fucked. It was torture for me. My eyes were glued to the action nevertheless. Samantha was not a moaner, but she clearly enjoyed the fuck, even if her position was a little awkward. Elijah was holding the brush from our dustpan. It had dust at its ends. He started hitting my boobs with the brush. The bristles were fairly soft, so it didn't hurt, thank goodness. But the sensation of the soft blows while Sam's midsection was moving rhythmically on top of my midsection, plus the smell of their sex, was erotic. A groan slipped out of my mouth.  When I groaned Elijah stopped. He took our broom that Luke had brought out, apparently at Elijah's request, and used the leverage of the long handle to hit my boobs with increasing ferocity. The broom's bristles were much stiffer than were those of the dustpan brush, and they really stung.  David suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I was raised up a bit, straining at the ropes, and having them dig in more around my ankles. It hurt. David slid his legs underneath me and without warning stuck his cock into me. I was already sopping wet down there, so he slid in easily.  He got a rhythm going, but it was not the same as Sam's body. Sam was coming back down to my tummy when David would thrust up into me. The combined pressure was intense, and with each of David's thrusts I let out increasingly loud groans. They soon became screams. Luke was filming all of this. He had set up his movie camera.  Mary wandered out of the house, still naked. Now everybody was outside helping Elijah with his machinations. Apparently she felt left out, so she undressed Luke and began to suck him off. Elijah snuck up behind her and his raging, hard cock entered her ass. She screamed when he entered. He had used no lube, and no warning.  The ass entry had pushed her head forward so that she enveloped Luke's entire cock. I had never managed that. But she gagged and was in distress. Elijah ignored this and was pounding away in her ass. She began to cry but she kept on sucking Luke and did not try to get Elijah to stop. I don't know if would have, anyway.  The lights and the screaming, music and noise brought our neighbor, the voyeur, over to see what was going on. With my head propped up I could have seen him but Sam's body was blocking my view as Andrew continued to relentlessly fuck her.  Apparently he just stood there looking, as if he were in a state of shock. Elijah saw him and pulled out of Mary's ass, and told her to get up and undress our neighbor. I don't know why, maybe was scared of him, or also a submissive, but she did as she was told. She undressed him and then gave his cock a few sucks.  Andrew blew his load into Samantha, and he told her to get up. Then he went to our neighbor and led him to me. He said, "Fuck her. She needs it. Tell him you need it, Susie." Then he turned to our neighbor and said, "She's my bitch tonight." I said to our neighbor, "I want you to fuck me." Elijah started whipping me with the broom, this time all over including my cunt, and said, "That's not what I told you to do!" Luke was catching all of this with his camera.  I realized my mistake. I said to our neighbor, "I need you to fuck me."  Elijah said get on her and do it, or I'll really punish her. I pleaded with my eyes.  The neighbor said, "I don't know her, I'm only the neighbor. I can't do this." Elijah said, "Mary and Samantha, he's yours to torture." Our neighbor did not know what strange world of sexual games he had innocently wandered into, and he got scared when he heard the word torture, seeing me already tied up outside on the rocks and being beaten with a broom. I could tell my body was red and welting. So he said, "I'll fuck her. I've been lusting after her for some time, so it will be nice, since she needs me to." He emphasized the word needs. Elijah smiled.  Our neighbor gave me a great fuck. I realized I had wanted to fuck him for a long time, and now it was happening. Also he was a good fuck, but mostly it was due to my desire that I came so quickly. Without realizing what I was doing, I screamed loudly when I came.  Our neighbor smiled, and kept right on fucking me. He put a finger down and began to frig my clit while he fucked me, and then I had my first rolling orgasm, coming continuously. God it was good. Everyone was watching, too, which turned me on something fierce. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but of course could not because they were tied to trees, and the reminder that I was bound and could not get away turned me on even more.  All this together combined to give me the strongest orgasm of my life. I think I lost consciousness for a few seconds. God it was fierce. I regained consciousness and our neighbor, oblivious to what had just happened to me, but feeling macho by my loud reactions to his fucking, just kept right on going.  This was not lost on Elijah, however, who had been observing everything. When our neighbor finally shot his load in me, Elijah said to Luke, "Aren't you going to invite him in for a drink?" They left for the house. He told Zeke and David to untie me, and he ordered the girls into the house. They were cold, and happy to oblige.  When I was free of my bonds, and sexually spent, Elijah ordered me to crawl to the house. I looked at him. My knees would be bloody. His expression was grim, so I began to crawl to the house. He hit my ass, hard, with the broom as I crawled, it really hurt, and my ass began to sting. My cunt got wet with arousal. But I made it: I had crawled all the way to the house. In the house he tied me in a kneeling position into a ball with my knees tucked under me. Then he took me from behind, and as he had done with Mary before me, there was no warning, and no lube used. It was very painful at first. I realized that's the idea, so I kept quiet. Eventually he blew his load into my ass. Whew, I thought.  He untied me and left his demon state and asked if he could get me a drink, told me I was wonderful, and kissed me sweetly. It seemed a bit surreal.  Luke got antiseptic and cleaned the wounds on my back and knees, and put bandages on them. I realized that throughout that ordeal, it was "only" David and our neighbor who had fucked my cunt, and Elijah who took me in the ass. I had been spared sex with Zeke, Andrew, and of course Luke. But I was satiated. I had had enough.  Nevertheless, apparently Zeke had been lusting for me all night, and he wanted his turn. His chance came an hour later, when I was almost falling down drunk, and could not have stopped anyone from fucking me. Zeke's patience was rewarded: he took me on the living room carpet in front of everyone, and Luke's ubiquitous flash camera. I had another noisy orgasm, although it was nothing compared to my one with the neighbor. But all orgasms are wonderful, and I was happy, and just lay three on the floor after the last fuck of the night.  It wasn't though. Andrew took me a few minutes later. I tried to protest, but as I began Elijah kissed me, and I knew enough to know I had better just enjoy the fuck. The last person to fuck my cunt that night was Elijah. He fucked me normally, there was no hint of his sadism everyone saw and I experienced earlier that evening. I did not cum with his normal fuck, but he sure did. That man had a lot of cum. All the men except my date, Luke, had fucked me. Even our neighbor fucked me. That's five men in total. Our neighbor also stayed and was there to see me get ravished by Zeke, Andrew, and Elijah, too. I don't know what he thought of me after all this. I imagine he was not going to invite me to go to church with him on Sunday. I giggled to myself at the thought.  The fucking over, I sat up, still naked, and oozing cum onto the rug beneath me. In this state I said, "Anyone here Catholic?" Only Mary was. "You up for morning mass tomorrow?" I asked her.  Mary just stared at me. She looked at the cum oozing out of my cunt. Then she collected herself, giggled, and said, "Sure why not. Can you lend me some appropriate clothes?"  I smiled wickedly and said, "Of course." I think Elijah was thinking of having church sex or something, but he asked if he could join, even if he wasn't Catholic. "Only if you take communion and contribute to the poor box," I said.  "Deal," Elijah said. That was that. We all went to sleep. Luke and I took our usual places in bed, and everyone else slept on the floor of the main room. We lent them blankets and handed around some extra pillows, throw pillows, and couch cushions.  The next morning the three of us, Mary, Elijah, and I drove to St. Teresa, the local Catholic Church. I told Elijah that there would be no sex with me in church. Even though I was a lapsed Catholic, I thought it was too disrespectful.  Elijah looked crestfallen, but then Mary said softly, "You know, I'm here too. Elijah you keep forgetting about me. Last night it was all about Susie and Samantha. I felt a little left out." "Don't you find me attractive?" she said. Elijah did not reply, but his mood brightened. Elijah and Mary sat together near the back of the church, while I went up front. I used the time to meditate: What on earth I am doing with myself, stumbling through life repeatedly making a mess of things?  Once again I decided to reform. I felt like a smoker who quits repeatedly, each time vowing this time is for real. He would stay smoke free until some pretty girl he had just fucked offered him an after sex cigarette and took one herself. The analogy with me worked with booze.  I don't know what happened at the back of the church, but something sure did. I could tell by the smell when they got in the car.  We drove home with me contemplative and Mary and Elijah all smiles. Elijah had his hands on Maria in spots the sun does not visit. When we got home Luke told me the news: We were done. I was just too wild for him. This weekend he saw sides of me that, frankly, scared him. Goodbye, and good luck. Well last night scared me, too, but dumping myself did not seem to be an option. I had let my weaknesses blow one of my best relationships. I went to the bedroom, closed the door, and cried. Samantha came in and tried to hold me and comfort me. But it was not to be. I appreciated it, and told her she was sweet. We exchanged telephones. I cried for two hours. Samantha got us an Uber to the train station, and I took a train back to Manhattan.  That was three years ago. Now I'm 30 years old, and still single. I never thought I was an alcoholic, but I went to AA and damned if it did not help! I have not had a drink in 18 months. My life is calm and my work is better. But I am lonely.  To distract myself I tried some discrete flashing. When you are a 27-year-old working professional woman you cannot get away with things as easily as you can when you are a college student. It's a different world.  I live in Manhattan, and there are so many people that if you look for them, you find opportunities. The flashing began unintentionally. I was in the subway, properly dressed, but it was a hot day. The subway cars are air conditioned, the platforms are not. And there had been a problem, so I had to wait a full 10 minutes for the train to come. When the train came it was packed. I was wearing a skirt of the proper length, and the jacket was part of my work outfit, the type one does not remove. Underneath I wore a very flimsy, almost (but not quite) see-through blouse. This is not a big deal, lots of women wear them, and they wear modesty preserving bras underneath.  I don't own those kinds of bras. My bra was a lacey, somewhat see-through bra, although my nipple was covered. Anyway, it was so hot I took off my jacket on the platform. I was left alone, so I did not really understand the effect my new outfit might have on a 27-year-old bourgeois looking woman, which is what I had become. Since there had been a long delay for the train, it was packed when it arrived. Lots of people exited at my station, the platform was packed and everyone tried to get on. I was well positioned, so I was able to be one of the first to get on, and stood by the opposite door. People pushed and squeezed into the car, and I was pushed up against the opposite door. The cars have good air conditioning, but after a few stops I was still sweating form the heat. Everyone was. All the warm bodies in the car muted the effects of the air conditioning. My flimsy blouse got wet from my sweat, and I had no idea but now it was transparent.  We got to Grand Central Station, and half the car emptied. Quite a few people got on too, but the train car was not nearly so full. I could breathe easier; nobody was pushing me against the door anymore. The man next to me was staring intently into the train windows across from us. I got curious, because there was nothing to look at since we were in the tunnel. Then I realized the windows reflected the interiors of the cars. He was staring at me. Not at my face, a little lower. I looked at my reflection, just as he was doing, and I saw that my sweat had rendered my blouse transparent, and also my bra. He could see my entire boob through my blouse and my bra, nipple included.  I had two emotions. One was to cover myself, to put my jacket back on. I was no longer overheated, so that would be the thing to do. The other was to let him look. I had been unaware of it anyway. I could pretend to stay unaware. Why not? Who would it hurt? Call it a wardrobe malfunction.  Plus, with the second option, I would have two benefits: I would not get overheated again, and I could continue my arousal, which I must tell you was strong at this point.  This turned out to be a self-correcting harmless bit of exhibitionism, since by the time I exited the subway, I had cooled off and my blouse and bra had dried somewhat, and while I was still exposed, it was not so much.  I was headed to the Upper East Side to see my doctor. He works late on Thursdays, so I can go after work. Decision time: I now had to walk on the crowded sidewalks for about 10 minutes to his office. Jacket or no jacket?  Stepping out of the train car the heat hit me like a moving truck. Climbing up the stairs I began to sweat. Out onto the hot sidewalk the heat felt brutal. After a few minutes, I stopped in front of a shop window, as if I were window-shopping. In reality, I wanted to see my reflection in the window. It was not as easy as in the subway, but I could tell once again my boobs and nipples were plainly visible, rendered so by my sweat.  This was not acceptable on the Upper East Side. Maybe it would be okay in the village, or even in SoHo, but here? No. I reached for my jacket and a thought hit me: I was sick of myself. What had I become? I kept my jacket off, straightened my shoulders pushing out my boobs, and strolled towards my doctor's office. All of the men walking the other way smiled at me when they noticed. I smiled back. That's what girls do on the sidewalks of New York. I did have a reality check when I entered the doctor's building, however, and quickly put my jacket back on. This kept me warm, however, and kept my chest moisture intact. Damn.  The nurse came to get me from the waiting area and the first thing she did was ask me to remove my jacket. She saw my state. I stammered my embarrassment, but she said, "Honey, in this weather we see that a lot. We're professionals, no worries." When the doctor came in I was still on display. He is a great guy and very correct, but he is a man. He tried not to show it, but a knowing smile crossed his face. I got aroused again. The medical issue was fixed, and I left happily, carrying my jacket for the subway ride back to Chelsea, where I live.  After that, and the weekend in the Hamptons, my weakness for exhibitionism resurfaced, and I did not have to be drunk to enjoy it. On the weekends, I began to go without a bra, but only in the morning. I would go out for walk, and find reasons to bend over a lot, giving strangers a chance - should they be so inclined - to look down my blouse.  I did an informal survey. I would say ¾ of the men, older and younger, were very much inclined to benefit from my "carefree" nature. I would go braless. unbutton a bit at times, and have a morning coffee in a coffee shop. I would choose a table when possible near a spot where people would naturally be standing, for example the line to order and pay.  Some cafés, not many, had tables perfectly positioned for me. Those are the cafés that got my business. I would bring a good book, one I could get lost in. Sometimes I would feel a presence near me, and take short break from my book, and notice a man was "blouse downlooking."  I would instantly return to my book, and then squirm a bit in my seat in just the right way so that my blouse would billow out the right amount to give him a full breast view, nipple included. It was a movement I became highly skilled at. I even practiced it at home, with a group of mirrors I had set up. I was (modesty aside) an expert at this.  I know a lot of women like to flash pussy. That seemed more dangerous to me, and also challenging. Nevertheless one day I decided to try. If you take the East Side subway express train and exit at 59th Street, there is a long escalator, always preferred to hiking up an equally long flight of stairs. So on this fateful day, I wore no panties, and a mini skirt. I figured anyone a couple of escalator stairs below me would have an escalator-ride-long view of my pussy.  To remove doubt, while standing on the escalator, I bent over to adjust the strap on my sandal, and I'm sure the man below me, if he were looking, got a nice view of my bare ass and my pussy. I don't shave it, so he saw a hairy bush.  Then I did something that was in equal measures both daring and stupid. I bent over to adjust my strap immediately after exiting the escalator. This gave the man behind me an excuse to bump into me by accident, right up against my bare ass.  He took the chance! He bumped into me, almost knocking me off my feet. Had he indeed knocked me off my feet, my plan was to fall sprawling, exposing myself to a clutch of people at once. However he prevented me from falling and profusely apologized, and helped to steady me, "accidentally" touching my ass with his hand.  I could tell he was scared to see how I would react. There is a big campaign being waged against "inappropriate touching" by the subway commission, and there are a lot of cops all about, mostly due to terrorist threats. Potentially I could have made trouble for him.  Instead I smiled a big smile and said, "Thank you for your help. It's nice to find a Good Samaritan in such a big city." He smiled back at me, a big smile from him, too, and we parted ways. New York City is a great place to remain anonymous.  I live on the 10th floor of a 15-story building. Recently just for fun, and even though I am no longer drinking, I have been flashing the windows when it is dark out. It's winter, so it gets dark early. It began innocently, when I got undressed in the bedroom, and then the phone rang. The phone is in the living room, with its big picture windows. Dressed in my bra and panties, I went to answer the phone.  It was my sister and we had a nice and fairly long conversation. As we were talking I gradually realized I was on display. The chair was facing the window and the blinds were up. Nobody from the street could see in, since I am too high up. However all the lights were on so anyone from a neighboring building, particularly from a floor higher than mine, could easily see me sitting there, talking on the phone in my bra and panties.  I pretended the bra was uncomfortable (which was true to a small extent, anyway), put the phone down while my sister was blabbing away, and took it off. I picked up the phone again and continued with the call, now topless, sitting in the window. I felt myself getting aroused. I felt my cunt through my panties and yes, it was definitely wet. I made a habit of speaking on the phone in that chair only, and always being topless when I did. I did it in the day as well as the night, even though it was unlikely anyone could see me during the daytime. It was a gesture of vestigial exhibitionism. This made me nostalgic for an earlier life. But those days were gone. I knew that. A week later I was in the local coffee house reading a novel and letting a cup of coffee get cold. There are quite a few coffee houses in my neighborhood but I always favor one in particular for some reason. A nice looking guy entered around my age, maybe a little older. All the tables were taken, and he used that as an excuse to ask if he could share my table.  I say he used it as an excuse, because there were lots of single occupancy tables, but he chose mine. I was by far the most attractive woman at any of the tables (modesty aside). Also most of the other girls were in their were late teens or in their early 20s.  We got to talking. He had often seen me in this coffee house he said, but this was the first time he had the chance to introduce himself. We hit it off, and I agreed to go to dinner with him that very night. At dinner I passed on the alcohol, but was able to flirt seriously even sober. It was harder for me to do, even a lot harder, and I was out of practice, but it helped a lot that he was clearly interested in me.  He had been single for a year after a brutal breakup. No children were involved. That's an issue when you're dating men in their 30s. He was off women the way I was off alcohol, but something clicked he said when he saw me repeatedly in the coffee house.  Of course, it is inevitable. Fate is like that. He lived in the building across the street on the 12th floor. I idly wondered if he had seen me topless on home on the phone, but I did not really want to know.  Making small talk he told me there was a young woman exhibitionist living in the building across the street from him. He guessed she was in her early 20s. I liked when he said that. He had seen me, but he did not know it was I he saw. He continued, telling me that she sometimes spoke on the telephone topless. He also told me she had gorgeous breasts, as only a teenager can. He quickly added he knew it was wrong to look at her, but he could not help himself. Every night he sat by the window, hoping to see her.  I said, "New York is a big city. All sorts of people live here, no doubt even exhibitionists. And voyeurs." I smiled as I added that last tease.  I told him not to worry. Being a voyeur like that was harmless enough. If the woman did not want to be seen, she could draw her curtains or lower her blinds, right? I told him he should enjoy the show; pretend he was at the movies. "I could make some popcorn," he said. "Exactly," I replied.  He was taking a risk telling me all this; I could have been grossed out had I not been the girl in question. I wondered, was he hinting that it was me? I asked if he had bought binoculars for a better look? He laughed and said he was not really a voyeur; it was just that this woman had perfect breasts. He said, "Actually, maybe I will. So far I have not been able to make out her face." I replied, "Are you sure it's her face you are interested in?" "You're right," he said. "I could only be disappointed after seeing your face here at the table with me tonight. Susie, you are a beautiful woman." I blushed and demurred my eyes. Very feminine and coquettish, I know. But hey, I'm a girl.  He continued, "I'm sure your breasts are just as lovely as hers are, too." I said, "Well, life is full of surprises. Let's change the subject." He immediately realized he had been inappropriate, especially on a first date. But I was wondering if he already I was the mystery woman. Perhaps he is just playing with me. That's okay, I thought. If he does know, then obviously he does not mind, and is not grossed out. That's good, because I was falling for him already. Hard. New York has strange conventions. I don't tell men where I live until I know them well. I never do on a first date. So when the evening ended I had him walk me to the subway station. We kissed goodnight. I liked the way he kissed, so when he asked I gave him my cell phone number and said I hoped I would see him again. He said, "Definitely, Susie!" and he kissed me again.  As a parting gesture, I said, "Check out your exhibitionist across the street tonight at precisely midnight." Then I ran down to catch my train which I heard rumbling into the station. It did not go to my apartment, but to the East Side. This was a dodge. I live on the West Side. But this is also routine for me; there are some strange men out there.  I got off at Grand Central Station, where there it's easy to catch a cab, and grabbed a taxi to go home. I got home at 11:30pm and turned on all the lights. I undressed until I was nude in my bedroom, and at precisely midnight I walked into the main room where the telephone is. I walked back and forth naked, so he could see my boobs jiggle, and then I finally simply stood still, naked, giving the window (and him, if he were watching) a full frontal. I held it a few minutes, and then smiled a big smile, and waved.  He called me a few minutes after I finished, saying he hoped it was not too late to call. I took the call and said, "Just a minute while I sit down and get comfortable." I sat down in the chair and spoke with him while I was naked. This made it all the more obvious he was dating his exhibitionist.  He did not however mention the mysterious exhibitionist or how I knew she would do this tonight at midnight precisely. But we both knew he knew it was I, of course. He invited me out the next night, and I agreed.  The next night, when I was back home, I masturbated in the window for him. When I was done I blew him some air kisses. The subsequent night I inserted a dildo. Both nights I got a call, and more dates.  After the masturbation night, when he called and asked me out and I accepted, we made some small talk. He said, "I took your idea and bought a pair of binoculars." I was taken aback. I said, "Oh. You did?" Okay, it was not my most poetic moment.  He said, "Yes. I can almost make out the features of my exhibitionist's face." "I'm beginning to worry about you, my friend. After what you just told me about her masturbation, which sounded fairly entertaining, you were looking at her face? I would think your attention would have been elsewhere." "Oh yes, it was," he quickly said. "I masturbated along with her, I confess." This got me excited. "But I love to look at a woman's face when she enjoys sexual pleasure. It's really quite erotic, you know," he added. I said, "Thank you, but I'm primarily into men's faces in those situations, "I said. Then I giggled.  The fourth night I let him take me home. He feigned surprise when he discovered I lived right across the street from him. He never mentioned the exhibitionism, and neither did I, but that night I let him undress me in the same window, just in case he had voyeur friends in his building. I think he realized that, and he was into it.  A week later he fucked me in that same window. He took me doggie style. I had two orgasms, and screamed loudly both times. He was hooked. So was I. The next night we each masturbated, facing each other, in the same window. Damned if he didn't look at my face, too. I got aroused doing this in front of him, and then I realized that doubtless a lot of other men live in his building across the street. I climaxed after that thought, earlier than I had planned. Then I crawled over, my boobs swaying around below me as I crawled. I opened my mouth, and helped him to climax, too. A romance blossomed around our shared secret. A year later we were married, and now as I write this I am a new mother. It's funny, his name is Mike, the same name as my first true love who turned me into an exhibitionist and was a misogynist and did horrible things to me. Of course, he also taught me all I know about sexual perversions. There is still a lot to learn out there, but a girl does not have to know everything. In contrast, my new true love, my new Mike, is a loving, wholesome man. He enjoys my exhibitionism, but differently. He is not misogynistic, so much as simply accepting. We never discuss my exhibitionism, but he seems OK with me being naked occasionally in front of the windows. He even repeated fucking me in the window a few times. He finds unspoken ways to encourage me, when I show myself off a little, later the sex is inspired.  At times I wonder how people will respond to possible sneak peaks of my private areas, which I am pushing a baby carriage? I figure I will start by wearing think yoga pants without panties, and bend over my baby from time to time. Mike does not know about this idea. I don't need to tell him everything, do I? Mike has no idea how weird and sexually out of control I was in my early 20s and that more recent fateful day in Montauk. I figure he does not have to know. Still, I worry I might have a relapse some day. It's deep down in me, and I cannot get rid of my slutty urges. But I have free will, and so far I have successfully resisted them. My new Mike is a professor of literature, and he has started a subspecialty of studying the use of exhibitionism in novels in the 19th century. We know why he chose that topic.  He tells me his classes are popular, especially with the coeds. He wants me to give a special lecture on digital privacy. Nobody could do that better than I, but so far I have resisted.  My sister Sarah and my parents have met him, and so far I have kept both my sister and my mother under control, thank goodness. Our child is a beautiful baby girl. I will have a talk with her about the birds and the bees like we all do, but as she matures, and before she heads off to college, I have a lot more to tell her about. Just in case it is genetic, you know? Time will tell.  **************** Coda: Some of you may be wondering what became of my former lover Philip. He is clearly an ambitious, evil man, willing to use anyone to get ahead. Once he no longer had me to use and abuse, he started farming out the sexual services of his beautiful wife Ursula, the mother of his children. He did this to get ahead, and because behind it all, he hates women.  They got divorced, and Ursula took the children to Sweden, as far from Philip as she could get them. He found a new slut, and continued his evil ways. Now is a senior vice president of his bank.  Life is not Hollywood. Assholes often come out on top. Philip is one of them. There are, however, hackers who can find out if he is embezzling. As it turns out, he is. He is not only ambitious, but greedy. The authorities have not yet learned of his criminal behavior, but it seems to me they will soon. They may get some help...

Jenna Goes Jogging by helmhood Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 1 It was Sunday morning, and I had just finished a light breakfast and was preparing to run some errands. I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed my keys, then marched toward the front door of the house. To my surprise, I opened it only to find my neighbor, Timmy, waiting outside. "Oh, um, hello…" I managed to greet the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, even though I was startled. "Just on my way, um, out…" Timmy looked me up and down with kind of his usual leer and half-smirk, as I stood in the doorway. "Really, Jenna? I think that sounds like a good idea." It was beautiful this morning, nice and sunny. I figured that was what he meant. Of course, I could think of some other things I would rather be doing than running errands. I grinned weakly at the boy and started to close the door behind me. "Don't you normally go jogging at this time?" Timmy asked. A little flustered, because I had not been keeping up as much as I should, I answered, "Well, yes, sometimes. How do you even know that?" The teenager only smiled, and I imagined the most reasonable explanation was that he had watched me go jogging on previous Sunday mornings throughout the summer. The thought of him spying on me in my running shorts and tight top was kind of voyeuristic, and it made my cheeks blush. "You're not properly dressed for a morning jog, Jenna," he informed me. I looked down at the denim jeans I was wearing and a white tank top. Throwing on some worn leather shoes, I had just planned to hit the convenience store and the supermarket. Squeezing the car keys in my hand, I thought I should probably schedule a carwash as well. Timmy started walking up to the front door, almost forcing me to back up into the house. "So let's get you changed!" "Oh, but I really did have things I needed to do today, Timmy!" I protested, even as I turned around. Unfortunately, this allowed the obnoxious teenager to place a bold hand on my rear end, pushing me further down the hallway. I scampered a little further ahead, while looking over my shoulder with a murderous glance. Somehow, we arrived in the living room. "I'm shocked to hear you would skip running this morning," Timmy said as he reclined on a couch and stared up at me. "Your waistline is looking quite trim and narrow." I self-consciously rubbed a hand over my stomach and replied, "Um, thank you. Oh, all right! I guess a half-hour jog won't mess up my day too bad." "It will be at least an hour," Timmy corrected me. "Maybe longer." "Whatever," I said and folded my arms across my chest. The teenager continued to stare at me, now letting his gaze fall upon my legs. "How about some suitable running shoes? You know, sneakers. And no socks!" "Fine!" I replied in a huff. "Wait here wile I go get changed." Hurriedly, I moved down the hallway heading for my bedroom. It was a little embarrassing for Timmy to tell me how to dress, but I guess that was just part of our relationship. He could do much worse, I supposed. Once inside my room, I closed the door, pausing to peek out and make sure the boy was not following. Then I kicked of the leather shoes I had been wearing. Reaching down, I peeled off one ankle sock, and then the other. Barefoot, I decided I would want a pair of sneakers that had a comfortable liner inside. At the bottom of my closet I found just the right fit, and they were cute too! But first I had to remove these tight-fitting jeans. I bit my lip as I popped open the button. Like Timmy said, I had a small waist, but then my hips got very curvy. And my very round bottom, I thought, wiggling the denim material down to my thighs. They slipped the rest of the way off, and I picked the jeans up and tossed them on my bed. I walked across my room to look through the dresser for a pair of shorts. Nothing too tight, I thought, which might give Timmy ideas. There was a red pair with double white stripes down the sides, and they were pretty comfortable. Normally I used them for working out or doing other exercises. I easily slid them on, pulling the drawstring in front tight and in place. Then I put the matching red sneakers on my feet. The tank top, I figured, was good enough for jogging. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure I looked decent. Feeling confident, I walked out of my room to return to Timmy in the living room. "OK, I'm ready to go," I announced with hands on my hips. Timmy, still seated on the couch, viewed me up and down. "Don't you have a T-shirt, Jenna? One that comes down to about your bellybutton." "Yes, I do, Timmy," I said, starting to feel a little warm. "Go put it on," the teenager instructed me. "I want to see you jogging in that T-shirt." Lowering my head, I could already feel my face blushing. Speechless, I don't know how to respond when he talks to me this way. I shuffled back down the hallway and entered my bedroom. The shirt I had in mind was one with a cartoon print, from when I was younger. In the dresser drawer, I found a gray athletic shirt with a "Hello Kitty" face on the front. Putting this aside, I then gripped the bottom of my tank top so I could pull it off. The T-shirt, I knew, would be tighter so I would have to go without a bra. Reaching behind my back, I undid this and let the item fall to the floor. For a moment, I stood in my bedroom bare-breasted. Shyly, I looked over my shoulder, making sure Timmy was not spying on me again. Before I could get myself worked up, I took the Hello Kitty shirt and pulled my head and arms through it. The fit was snug, as I expected, but the hem only came down to just above my bellybutton. I paused, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Now I was looking a little more sexy. Deciding to make the best of it, I stepped out into the hallway. When I returned in front of my neighbor, I placed my hands behind my back, sticking out my chest. "How does this look?" "Jenna Burlinski," the teenager addressed me like I was a little girl, even though I was ten years older than him. "I don't think you understand. I said I wanted to see you go jogging in that T-shirt." Confused, I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, it is a little risky, but here I am wearing that T-shirt. Timmy shook his head. "No, Jenna. I want you wearing that T-shirt, and nothing else." I froze for a second. Then I brought my hands to my mouth in shock. What was he thinking! "Take off the rest of your clothes," he told me, making himself very clear. I didn't know how to respond. Bending one knee slightly forward, I just stood there in front of the teenage boy. Finally, I decided maybe he was kidding. "Um, I guess I better get going," I said, hoping Timmy would take the hint and leave. "You can keep your sneakers on, of course," my neighbor continued to explain. "But I want you to remove your shorts and underwear." Growing more flustered, I asked, "But why?" "It will be more fun to watch you jogging," Timmy answered, "if your bare bottom is bouncing around." "That's not all that will be showing," I felt the need to point out. My face blushing, I shyly folded my hands in front of my shorts, over my crotch. This was so embarrassing! The teenager seemed to enjoy teasing me, as he grinned and chuckled. "You should be grateful that I am not making you go running stark naked," he remarked, acting as if he was doing me a favor! "That's true…" I nodded my head nonetheless. Timmy abruptly got up from the couch. His swift movement was meant to indicate he was finished playing around, and caught me a little off guard. I took a small step backward. "Now go to your bedroom, Jenna, and come out when you are prepared for your morning run," he ordered with his arm stretched out, pointing down the hallway. "Um… OK!" I mumbled, and then turned to hurry toward my room. There were already numerous and conflicting thoughts going through my head. I knew I should not let him treat me this way, or encourage him to humiliate me further. But he was aware I that I have engaged in some daring adventures, and had evidence that could embarrass me even more. At the same time, once he had suggested the idea to me, I started to feel a little naughty as well. I desperately wanted to tell him no, yet could not believe how much control my neighbor had over me. I sat down on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. My hand reached inside the front of my shorts, untying the drawstring. This allowed me pull them completely down my legs where I kicked them off my feet. Then I stood up in the center of my room and proceeded to peel my panties all the way down to my ankles. More bashfully, even though I was alone, I stepped one foot and then the other out of my underwear. Standing up straight again, I gasped at the sudden feeling of how exposed I was! I crept across the floor and opened the door enough to peek back down the hallway. Timmy would be pacing back and forth, waiting for us to get started. Each step would lead me closer to humiliation, and I savored the moment. Slowly, I returned to the living room. When I stood before the teenage boy, I was naked from the waist down, and had to cup my hands over my pussy. "Timmy, you're not really serious, are you?" He made a motion with his finger, urging me to turn around. I took a deep breath, and then let it out in a huff. Moving to face the opposite direction, I presented my rear, keeping my legs very close together. However I was aware that the little shirt I was wearing came only halfway down my back. That left a lot of my body exposed. "What do they call it, Jenna, the state of undress you are in?" Timmy suddenly asked. I looked down at my folded hands, and then shyly looked over my shoulder. "Um, I guess I would be considered bottomless, Timmy." My neighbor chuckled and responded, "That's a funny term, as if you didn't have, or were without much bottom. Well from my viewpoint, I would say you have quite a lot of bottom going on!" I blushed furiously, my face turning scarlet. After all, I knew my butt was very round and curvy, even as my waist was narrow. My bottom on display like this was just out there, a juicy inviting target. Self-consciously, I bent down a little at the knees, but that only made my bottom stick out more. Timmy walked up behind me and slapped my ass, causing me to jump. "Oooh!" I squealed, now reaching around to rub my cheeks. "Come on, Jenna! We've wasted enough time, and it's getting late." "All right, all right… let me just grab my keys!" I said, still unable to believe I was going through with this. But Timmy shook his head. "That won't be necessary." "Shouldn't we drive somewhere safe… and private?" I asked, tugging on my T-shirt, which did not provide any covering at all. The teenager answered, "We don't need to take your car. You are going jogging!" My eyes went wide at the realization of what he had in mind. "Timmy, I can't be seen running around the neighborhood like this." "Take off your shoes," he then said to me. "What?" I protested, while a shiver ran up my spine. Timmy folded his arms and explained, "If you keep stalling, I am going to have you remove the few items you are still wearing." "OK, OK! Let's just go!" I replied. Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 2 To my surprise, I found myself hurrying past the boy, on my way to the front door. Timmy caught up with me, as I turned the doorknob. Before I could put up much fuss, I walked outside and closed the door behind me. The two of us started to move toward the sidewalk. My head swiveled in each direction as I looked to my left and right. All I could think was… ohmygosh! Of course I kept my hands clasped over my crotch. But I was very aware of my exposure, and it felt like a breeze tickled my bottom. Luckily, there was no one immediately around. It was still Sunday morning, after all. When we reached the edge of my property, Timmy paused then suggested, "Let's go to the elementary school." I bounced on the toes of my sneakers as I thought about this. True, the school would be empty and I doubt there were any activities scheduled for today. But it was at least three blocks away, which seemed like a long way to be running without shorts or underwear! "Start jogging," my neighbor demanded. "Or are you stalling for time, Jenna?" I shook my head, causing my ponytail to whip back and forth. "No! It's just that, well, will you be jogging with me?" Now Timmy shook his head. "Here is how we will do it. You jog to the end of the block, and wait there, while I follow behind. Then turn onto the next road and jog to the next block. Stopping at each corner until we get to the school, do you understand?" Nodding my chin, I felt even more embarrassed the way he spoke to me like a little girl. I quickly turned around, which meant giving him a full view of my ass. But at least he would not see my pussy once I started pumping my arms. I hit the quiet sidewalk and started toward the end of my street and the next. To my great shame, the sensation of jogging bottomless was delightful. I could feel my curvy rear end bouncing playfully, and I thought I was opening up, down there. But I dare not look. Instead, I glanced over my shoulder to see Timmy calmly strolling behind, his eyes roaming up and down. All to soon, I reached the corner and had to wait for my neighbor. Again, I cupped my hands in front of my pubic mound. The trees overhead were lovely, but I had to keep an eye out for any cars or people. After a minute, Timmy reached me wearing a grin on his face. "I told you it was a nice day for a jog," he laughed. Hearing his voice made me feel nervous. The next drive would be the longest run until we reached the elementary school. There were sidewalks on either side of the street, and only two lanes between the houses on the block. A quiet residential area, but I was not sure how long my luck could hold out. I looked up at the bright blue sky, squinting in the early sunlight. And then I started jogging past the first house. I was very aware of my surroundings. There was a car in one driveway. People were home. They could be watching me! These were my thoughts as I jogged past another house. Here, there were cardboard boxes laid out on the grass, waiting to be picked up by the local sanitation department. Oh no! Did they make a run on Sundays? I froze in my tracks, and turned around, certain a truck and their crew would be rumbling down the road any second. But there was only Timmy, coolly following my footsteps, perhaps fifteen feet behind. My heart racing, I decided to keep jogging. I was afraid of making my neighbor unhappy, and he might confiscate more of my clothing. As I continued down the sidewalk, my ears burning bright red did pick up the sound of a vehicle. It was coming from behind me! Slowing my pace a little, I remembered that the teenage boy was right in back of me. That meant the approaching car, if the driver looked in this direction, would see Timmy first. I was surprised how much I had slowed down, even to a more moderate walking rate, when Timmy caught up and put his fingers on my butt. "Keep jogging," he said, and teased the top of my bare ass. That got me to jump! And I started to increase my speed. At that moment, a black sedan passed me on the other side of the road. There was a playful beep of the horn, but the car did not slow down. I figured it was just some guy who saw a curvy brunette jogging. But could he tell I was bottomless? As the car put more distance between us, I wondered if the driver looked in his mirror, would he see me in my short T-shirt showing my bellybutton… and my pussy? I wanted to cover up so badly, and not being able to do so added to my embarrassment. But also, part of me wanted to touch myself. For the first time this morning, I realized this was turning me on. Still, I continued to jog, my ponytail lifting up and down as my sneakers bounced in rhythm on the pavement. My round cheeks, too, jiggled and I could still feel Timmy's lingering touch. Across the street, I saw out of the corner of my eye, a woman leave her house to pick up the paper. Remember the teenage boy's advice to just act natural, I kept pumping my arms and stared straight ahead. "Morning!" the woman called out to me from her house. I did not respond, for fear of giving myself away. Maybe I could have been wearing an i-pod with an earpiece that she did not notice. From her point of view, she could only see my profile. I could have been wearing a thong, for all she knew. Hopefully, the woman would be more interested in collecting her paper and going back to her morning coffee! Timmy followed behind, keeping an eye on me, I'm sure. He must have been very satisfied exposing me like this. I don’t know why he seemed to get so much fun at my expense. I don't know why I let him. As I continued to jog, I hoped he would be proud that I did not stop this time. Finally, I reached the end of the block, and the corner where there was a stop sign. I put my hand on the metal post, cautiously peering in all four directions. When I slowly turned around, I found Timmy standing in front of me. Catching my breath, I said to him, "This is really getting to be too much!" "Really?" the teenager inquired, and then casually reach down to touch my pubic hair! Ohmygosh… when I had spun around, I left my arms at my sides. This gave Timmy full access to my exposed area. My bush was trim, more like a patch, but he still wrapped a strand around his finger. It was a silent demonstration that he was in control. I was ashamed that my neighbor might find out how wet he was making me. "Hmmm," Timmy continued. "I guess we can start by taking off your shirt, Jenna." "Oh, no!" I managed to squeak between gasps. The truth was, I was afraid to remove my top and show him how erect my nipples had become. Although I think he knew, as he stared at my chest, while gently teasing me just below my bellybutton. He gave a playful tug, and then released his hand, allowing me to turn around again. "I'll be good," I called out over my shoulder, and began to jog down the road. Concentrating on my surroundings again, I tried to keep an eye out for any cars heading in my direction. Occasionally I glanced behind me, my ponytail swishing over my shoulders, but there was nothing I could do about my bare backside. I think even more embarrassing would be if I crossed another pedestrian. How would I explain my condition? Somehow, without incident, I reached the next intersection. I stopped there as instructed, and tugged on my T-shirt self-consciously. But it was too short. So this time, I lowered a hand discreetly over my pussy while I waited for Timmy to reach me. It seem like he was taking forever. My nude hips still on display, I blushed, and said, "Well, we're at the corner of the school property… right across the street, there." Timmy turned his head to acknowledge the black chain-link fence and the sidewalk that ran along it. "So go ahead and cross the road," he told me. Looking both ways, I then kept both hands between my legs, and hurried over the pavement. This was less jogging, and more of a hasty shuffle to get to the other side. Thankfully, it was still so quiet. I hugged the stop sign on the opposite corner, waiting for Timmy to join me. I moved around, hoping to keep the post between us. "Is this as far as I have to go?" "No, Jenna," my neighbor shook his head. "You’re going to keep jogging, onto the school grounds." Bouncing nervously on the toes of my sneakers, I said, "Um… OK. Just a little further, then." Carefully inching myself away from the stop sign, I had intended to continue along the north side of the elementary school. The fence overlooked an expansive field, and it seemed there was less chance of being seen along this road. But the teenage boy had other plans. "I want you to continue your jog, going south." he instructed. "Further away from your home." Nodding my head, I started in this direction down the sidewalk. I passed Timmy still standing on the corner, and tried not to think of him looking at me below the waist. But a breeze tickled my bottom, making me very aware of the bouncing of my bare globes. I pressed on, hoping this would all be over soon. Looking to my right, I passed several houses across the street. One had a manicured lawn. Another had a flag in the front yard. They all seemed to have cars parked in the driveway. Sure enough, as I jogged opposite the third house on the block, the front door opened and a mother and her kids piled outside. I just kept running, hoping the family would not focus their attention in my direction. I neared another home across the way, and this one had a high wooden fence around the property. My ears picked up a buzzing motor, and I realized that someone was mowing their lawn! To think, this fence was all that kept them from seeing me run past, half naked. But with the distraction of the lawn mower, I almost did not hear the sound of a vehicle approaching from around the upcoming corner. There was not much room between me on the sidewalk, and the schoolyard fence. Instinctively, I crouched down as if I was taking a breather. Just in time, the car turned and rolled past me. I kept my head down, not able to spare a glance at the driver. A minute later, I was back on my feet. Watching the distance I had already run down this block, the car was gone, but Timmy was still following. In fact, he was very near. I sprang forward, jogging the rest of the way to the corner. "Why did you stop?" he asked once he caught up with me. "Did you have to squat to take a pee?" "No, Timmy!" I answered truthfully, although completely humiliated. Realizing then that I had disobeyed his instructions, I thought he was going to make me strip nude right here. Fearfully, I looked around, while gripping tight the hem of my T-shirt. Timmy grinned, staring at my uncovered front. There was a section of the chain-link fence here that was open. It was a space that would allow us to enter onto the school property. An opening that we could penetrate. I caught Timmy's gaze, and quickly slapped my hands over my crotch. "Let's go over to the playground," the boy suggested. I looked across the field, toward the lot that was near the building. "Do you want me to jog over there?" "I think you can take it slow now," Timmy said, and then motioned to the break in the fence. "After you." Actually, my legs felt great from running, and I enjoyed the exercise. But if I did not keep jogging, then I would have stretch out somewhere. The thought of doing it bottomless, had my heart racing! Still, I walked quickly over the grass. It was Sunday, so there was no sign of students or teachers. And the closer we moved toward the school, the further we were away from the roads and cross streets. I swung my arms easily at my sides. But it was nevertheless embarrassing to have Timmy along next to me. I felt like I was being led on a leash. "Well, here we are!" I said a bit breathlessly, once we arrived at the playground equipment. On the sandy lot, there was a swing set and some monkey bars. I shyly covered myself again while facing Timmy, waiting to see what he would do. To my surprise, he went over and had a seat on one of the swings. Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 3 Cautiously, I followed and stood in front of him. After a few minutes passed between us, I shifted my legs so that my feet were about shoulder-width apart. I slowly reached down, bending at the waist but not my knees, and touched my sneaker with both hands. "Timmy," I said as I raised my eyes to look up at him. "Timmy, I need to stretch my muscles, to keep from getting a cramp." The boy leered at me. "So do some stretching exercises." I blushed, thinking about the positions that would put me in, and without wearing shorts or panties! Already, in this pose, my butt was sticking out behind me and kind of lifted in the air. If anybody had walked in back of me, they would certainly have an interesting view. "Are you going to watch?" I asked timidly. It felt so good, holding my hands clutched around my ankle. I didn't want to move. I could feel the tension easing from my body. But there was also another kind of tension, which was growing between my legs. The teenager pushed himself back on the swing, and then came forward. The metal links squeaked as if protesting a boy of his age playing on the elementary school equipment. He dropped his feet to the ground and abruptly brought himself to a stop. "I have a better idea," Timmy said. Slowly, I straightened, remembering to hide my crotch as the teenager jumped off the swing and walked toward me. I trembled a little, being so very exposed in broad daylight, and wondering what he meant. He moved past me, but since I stayed facing forward, I imagined he would be looking at my rear. Again I separated my legs and placed my hands on my hips, preparing to bend at the waist. "Come over here to the monkey bars," my neighbor called out from behind me. Glad to be spared some more embarrassing exposure, I quickly turned and scampered across the lot. There I stood in front of Timmy once more. Keeping one hand lowered, I used the other hand to tug my brunette ponytail over my shoulder. With a gesture toward the metal bars, he said, "Jenna… you can loosen up by climbing on these bars." I let out a small gasp. It was true, however, I would have a chance to stretch my arms and legs. Hesitantly, I reached out to curl my fingers around the pole that was driven into the ground. "I think it would be easier, if you take off your shoes first," Timmy continued. "My shoes, huh?" I lowered my head to look at my feet. The sneakers were snug and comfortable, and great to run in. But now that I was about to climb these monkey bars, I supposed it would be all right. With a little effort, I was able to pop my heel out of one shoe and then kicked it off. Then I did the same with the other sneaker. This left me standing before Timmy, completely barefoot. There was a rung on the side, which I swiftly stepped over to and got a foothold. My toes curled around the cold steel. It was a delightful and unexpected sensation. I hoisted myself up, grabbing the first of the bars that were placed overhead. Reaching out an arm, I let my fingers wrap around the next bar and swung out. Quickly taking the same bar with my other hand, I dangled with my feet off the ground. Stretching out my hand, I continued to kick and swing to each rung until I was in the middle of the set of monkey bars. I was fully stretched out from head to toe, and could feel the muscles in my legs soothing, as well as my butt and lower back. Suddenly aware of the extent of my nudity, I dropped my chin to see the athletic T-shirt had ridden up to just beneath my breasts. I was totally vulnerable! "Oh, Timmy!" I moaned, knowing he was getting the best view of my pussy he had all morning. I grunted, kicking my bare legs, and slapped a hand on the next rung. In this fashion, I continued to swing across the bars in my bottomless state. I was so humiliated, but at least when I got to the other side, I could get down and try to regain some modesty. Timmy had already moved to the opposite end, placing his foot on the lower rung and crossing his arms over his chest. Even as he shook his head, I stopped and dangled in front of him. "Jenna, I would like you to now hang upside down from the bars," he instructed. "Hang upside down?" I asked in disbelief. I raised my head to where my arms were stretched above. "Oh my! O don't know if I can…" It did sound like fun, though challenging. I managed to switch the positioning of my hands, thus turning myself around. Timmy was now seeing my naked bottom. But now that I thought about it, my arms were getting tired. This would be a chance to give them a rest. I was afraid what would happen if I simply dropped to the ground. I began to swing back and forth, building up some momentum. Then I kicked out a leg and reached for a bar with my toes. Now I was glad Timmy made me take off my sneakers! When I was able to hold myself in this position, I kicked out my other leg. It took some wiggling around, but I was able to push forward and hook the back of my knees over the steel bar. I felt like a gymnast, and let go of the other bar my hands were holding. "Wheee!" I giggled, in spite of myself, as I hung there. My whole world had turned upside down. I was vaguely aware of Timmy approaching underneath the monkey bars. I let my arms dangle; my fingers did not even reach the ground. Behind my head, my ponytail fell straight down. It must have looked very odd. Timmy walked up to me, his eye about level with my crotch. My heart started beating faster. Not only vulnerable, I realized I was completely helpless! The teenager, tall and lanky, crouched down until his face was in front of my face. "Hello, Jenna." "Um, hi Timmy," I answered. "What… what are you going to do?" My arms stretched out beneath my head, I wiggled my fingers in apprehension. I was nervous. And I was excited. Timmy softly poked my stomach, causing me to let out a swift intake of air. I had been holding my breath. He traced his finger around my bellybutton, and far above me, my bare toes curled. The boy's hand moved lower, which now meant closer to me breasts. And then he plucked my grey T-shirt between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh! What are you doing?" I squeaked. He now grabbed my top with both hands, and started pulling it toward the ground. Gravity had already lowered it quite a bit, and soon my bare breasts were exposed. But Timmy did not stop. With my arms conveniently dangling below my head, he was able to slip the shirt inside out, rolling it over my face. "Mmmph" I gave a muffled cry. But Timmy continued to work the fabric, first off my head and then down my arms. It took very little effort from him to drop the T-shirt past my hands. It fell to the ground, where the boy quickly snatched it up. I was suspended upside down on the monkey bars, fully naked! "Timmy, my clothes!" I was finally able to gasp. "I'm… I'm not wearing anything!" The words sent a shiver through my entire body. All I could do was hang there, leaving everything out in the open. My nipples were already quite erect. As he stood up, all I could see was my neighbors pant legs. He was standing right in front of me, so close. Then I felt his hands on my curvy hips, running up and down the sides of my body. "Mmhmmm," I closed my eyes and moaned. At the same time, I was very ashamed. I knew the young man would take this opportunity to explore every inch of me. And what a position I was in! My fists clenched and unclenched, as he started to touch my pussy. "Jenna, have you started to cum?" he asked, as if startled. "No… not yet," I replied in a tone of voice, pleading with him not to embarrass me further. Again he teased my patch of pubic hair. Perhaps I should have shaved today, but that would have only made me feel more nude. Then he used two fingers to gently spread apart my lips. Upside down, my hips bucked a little as he pinched the sensitive folds of skin. He was looking right down, into my most intimate area! "Aaaah!" I gasped feeling very close to orgasm. Timmy cupped his hand over my wet pussy and began gently massaging. He moved his hand around so that his thumb rested on my clitoris. He pressed down and rubbed it in a circle. "Ooooooh…. Yesssss!" I nearly screamed in pleasure. I had never had an upside down orgasm before. And this was only the first wave. Or so I thought. Suddenly, Timmy took away his hand and stepped back to watch me. I was twisting on the monkey bars, my body flushed with shame and arousal. Straining, I tried to lift my head to see myself better. I tried to lift my arms to keep playing, but I could only lift them high enough to squeeze my breasts. I felt so weak. "I think it's time for you to climb down, Jenna," the teenager said. After a moment to catch my breath, I whispered, "I don't think I can…" As if annoyed that he would have to help me, Timmy walked up to me again. His face was almost practically in my crotch. This time, he wrapped his arms around my waist. First, however, he took a handful of my bottom and squeezed. "Oh!" I squealed in reaction. "Now here," the teenage boy explained. "Release your legs, and I will hold you so you don't fall." "But, Timmy," I protested. "Your hands will be all over me!" My neighbor looked up at the monkey bars and said, "I can go around and tickle your feet until you drop to the ground… or I could just leave you hanging here." "You wouldn't!" I gasped, hiding my nipples with my hands. He waited a moment, perhaps thinking about heading home. I watched him upside down as he considered the possibilities. Then Timmy stepped forward again putting a hand on my hip. He casually walked around to stand behind me. "Where… where are you going?" I tried to turn my head around. The teenager slapped my bare bottom! "Ouch!" I cried in disbelief, being spanked naked on the school playground. He would spank my cheeks a few more times. It would sting, but part of me found it pleasurable. Then he slid his arm between my legs so he could briefly stroke my pussy. Timmy was alternating between punishing me and exciting me! "Oooh," I responded to his touch, much to my humiliation. "All right, Jenna, time to go," He said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. "And this time, I mean it." By now I was almost in a daze, and I answered, "OK." While he held me in place, I slowly lifted one of my lower legs to the sky, off the steel rung. I started to bend my leg forward, and raised the other one as well. Gently, Timmy maneuvered me, able to twist and put my feet on the ground. I was impressed with how strong he was, and secretly more than a little turned on. "Wow…" I giggled, taking a few off-balance steps. I was dizzy, and it took a moment to orientate myself standing up once more. Then I saw Timmy staring at me, and I held an arm across my breasts while lowering the other hand to cover my crotch. Bashfully, I rubbed the toes of one foot behind my other leg. "Soooo, I guess I can get dressed now?" I asked in a southern drawl. Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 4 In reply, the teenager turned and walked back over the lot. First he collected my sneakers, and then picked up my Hello Kitty T-shirt. He strolled around me again, I guess so he could look at my butt. I stayed facing forward, but peeked over my shoulder. "Not a chance!" Timmy finally answered. He made me walk around to the front of the school, naked. Fully naked, as I was reminded when my bare feet moved silently over the grass and as I hugged my body, rubbing my bare shoulders. A few cars passed down the road, but we stayed close to the building. "Timmy, I don't understand," I said after we proceeded up the concrete path to the main doors. "It's Sunday. The school will be locked." I stood there in the nude, Timmy with what little items I had been wearing, now tucked under his arm. With his free hand, he put a finger under my chin and lifted up my head. As I reflexively dropped my arms to my sides, my nipples pointed right at him. "Maybe," he grinned mischievously, and then shoved the entrance door open. "Maybe not!" "Oh!" I nearly jumped, startled by the sound of the swinging door. "I wonder why that would be… Timmy! Someone must be here! The janitor or the principal, or some teacher!" "Well you see, Jenna, I don't care." my neighbor replied coldly. He then explained that we wanted me to run through the hallway, to the other side of the building. The boy would meet me outside on the north end of the school property. Then, he said, I could go home. "Can I at least put my sneakers and shirt back on?" I asked submissively. "It's bad enough my bottom will be jiggling like crazy, and my bare…" That earned me a tickle of my pussy. I closed my eyes as Timmy brought me close to the edge. He then said no, that I had to run through the school as I was, stark naked. Now, on top of being embarrassed, I was very horny. The door had closed again, so I had to shyly push it open and peek down the corridor. It did seem very quiet, but I know someone had to be here in order to unlock the school. Still, there were no classes in session, so if I was careful, it should be safe. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see Timmy watching my backside, and then he started to walk around the building. I was on my own. Fully bare, I entered the school. I was immediately treated to a new sensation as the bottom of my feet found the cool waxed tiles of the floor. I don't think I had ever been barefoot in this elementary school before. And now here I was, with every bit on display. Thinking of that, I used my arms and hands to cover my breasts and pussy, even though no one seemed to be around. Very quietly, I tiptoed a few feet forward. When I reached an intersection, I turned my head left and right, my ponytail swishing across my neck. I concentrated very hard to listen for any voices. The place seemed very still. Self-consciously, I reached a hand around to rub my bottom where Timmy had slapped me. Perhaps the custodian was busy in the boys or girls restrooms, getting them clean for Monday morning. This would be my chance to act. I ran down the rest of the hallway, my breasts flopping up and down in front of me. The way my body was reacting, part of me felt deliciously naughty. I was almost glad Timmy had taken all my clothes. But part of me was embarrassed. And if anybody saw me, I would be so humiliated! As I approached the opposite exit of the elementary school, I walked backward the last several feet. I guess I was so concerned with someone sneaking up behind me, catching me by surprise. Maybe I was ashamed of my bare bottom, as round as the full moon. I was straining so hard to hear other voices or footsteps, I jumped a little when my butt touched the door. "Ooooh!" I let out a small gasp. Timmy would be waiting for me outside. He would get to see my nude body again. I had already gotten used to not having him leer at me these past few minutes, that I suddenly felt butterflies in my tummy. Clutching my hands to my breasts, I used my bottom to ease open the door, which swung outward. "All right, Timmy, I'm ready to go home!" I called out as I emerged from the school building. There was something strange as I stepped out into the fresh air. I had not turned around yet, but my ears were burning red, a shiver went down to my toes, and my skin was all tingly. A sound of group chatter hit me like a buzz, and then only hushed whispers. I turned my face to look over my shoulder, to see dozens and dozens of people on the school property! Parents and little kids, teachers, too… probably everyone who would be involved in a school orientation or some kind of activity was gathered in the parking lot. I spun around on my heel, keeping my knees together, and cupping my hands between my legs. "She's naked!" a little voice called out. "Ohmygosh!" I squealed. Instead of running back inside the school, all I could think of was, where was my neighbor who had set me up and tricked me! When I could not find Timmy, I ran forward, keeping my hands strategically placed to avoid showing too much. However, as I started to move through the crowd, they all got a look at my ass! Most people were just as shocked, some trying to shield their children's eyes. But a couple of younger women, new teachers I guessed, winked as I passed. One even reached out and pinched me! Greatly outnumbered, I also happened to run near the only guy who was on the teaching staff. He looked like he was in his early twenties, probably just out of college. The young man seemed pleased watching me bouncing around trying to escape. Finally, I made it out of the crowded parking lot, and crossed the fence onto the wide grass field. The further I put the school behind me, the better, I reasoned. Although, I would still have to figure out a way to get home. Timmy was waiting for me at the edge of the chain-link fencing, right on the edge of the road. He grinned and seemed quite satisfied. I paused to catch my breath, my heart still beating fast, while looking around nervously. "We timed that perfectly," the teenager said. "You walked out of the school just after the parent teacher association showed up for their class function." "I had no idea…" I admitted, embarrassed that I had been tricked this way. "So can I have my stuff back now?" Timmy held my shirt in one hand, the sneakers clutched together in his other, and asked, "Why, Jenna? I thought you enjoyed streaking the neighborhood in your birthday suit!" "No…" I tried to remain modest, but only lifted my hands to squeeze my breasts. "All those people saw me! If I don't cover up soon, I think I'm going to… I'm going to cum!" The teenager just smiled, and slung my little shirt over his shoulder. He then started to walk away, leaving me totally naked on the side of the road. A car drove by and honked its horn. Timmy turned around just as I was about to stroke myself down there. "Well, you should have an interesting jog home, Jenna!" THE END

Joanie Returns to College byJBEdwards© Near the end of my winter vacation, when my Mom took me shopping in the city, there was a remarkable saleswoman who took an interest in me. I had always worn a uniform of loose fitting blue jeans and a sweatshirt in high school and my first semester in college. As I explained, my Mom spiced up my wardrobe with some low cut blouses, much sexier bras and panties, and the bras actually fit my breasts. She also got me some jewelry and French perfume to wear. But it was the saleswoman, whose name was Doris, who explained to me how I should dress. Doris told we I had a pretty face and she was thrilled with the new haircut I had got that same day under my mother's tutelage, which she said really framed my face in a flattering way. And of course I already knew from the reactions of Mike and his roommates that I had the kind of breasts men like. Unless of course all men just like breasts, any breasts on a topless woman. But what Doris explained was that I had beautiful, sexy legs, and it was time to stop hiding them under baggy pants.  She had me buy these skintight black pants made of a stretch fabric, so that every detail of my body below the waist was visible. And she told me what kind of almost thong panties to wear with them, since otherwise one could plainly see the outline of my panties through the fabric of the pants. And she also had me buy micro mini skirts, and sold me the right kind of pantyhose to go under them. But then she said the shoes I wore were more important than I had ever thought, and she sold me some comfortable high heels and told me to practice walking in them every night at home for 10 to 30 minutes. I followed all of her advice, and now I could dress to kill, and walk too while so dressed.  I had been back at school for a month already, lost in study. I still managed to enjoy myself via my obsession with exhibitionism, even if it was tame. I would wear the micro mini and hose with a fairly normal but form fitting blouse and my great bras that were super flattering to my breasts, and then cover up my outfit with a long coat.  My classes had mostly boys in them, and the few girls in them were geeks, dressed in baggy jeans and sweatshirts. So I would enter in my coat, usually at the last minute, and when I took off the coat I was all leg it seemed, and the legs extended almost to my crotch, where the skirt began. Then I would sit during class with my long, lovely legs crossed, my skirt riding up just a bit, leaving it tantalizingly close to revealing my panties (which were fairly skimpy) under my panty hose. The boys had trouble looking at the professor since they could not take their lustful eyes off of me. I, on the other hand, paid strict attention to the lectures.  I had lost my interest in sex, although clearly not in teasing men. I did not know why I had lost it at first. When I thought back to my times with Frank, it was an erotic, fun memory, but it was killed when I remembered his circulating the picture he had surreptitiously taken of my when I was tied to the bed, naked with his cum oozing out of my cunt. I agreed the picture was sexy, but circulating it around the boys from my old high school humiliated and degraded me.  Similarly, when I thought about blowing Josh in front of the 30 to 40 people at the party, or spectacularly fucking with Jack in front of them towards the end of the party, the memories were highly erotic. But they too were marred by the betting pool among the boys as to who could nail me first and best at the party. Everything was completely destroyed by Adam raping me.  I was obsessed with the rape, and I began reading everything I could find about rape. It turned out there was a lot to find, a lot to read. I had thought he did not really rape me, since Susie came and saved me after only 30 seconds to a minute of him penetrating me and thrusting in and out. The literature on the subject however proved me wrong. Any forcible entry into a woman's body against her will, no matter how short lived, was rape. Whether or not ejaculation occurred was irrelevant to whether or not it was rape.  There was no longer any doubt: Adam had indeed raped me. I thought about the police, but too much time had gone by, and I was amazingly drunk at the time. Connie had been blindfolded and even drunker than I, and Zach who was fucking her at the time either did not notice I was being raped right next to them, or did not care.  Susie, who had saved me, was Adam's sister and I could not make her testify against her own brother, even if she were willing. Josh and Stu had held me down while Adam raped me and they had even been waiting their turns! So basically there was nobody to back me up. I gave up on the police idea. But what kept me sane was the idea that somehow I had to take revenge on Adam. I had no idea how I could actually take revenge, but I was confident something would occur to me. I was a smart girl, after all.  I was not in a hurry, as I remembered the old maxim, revenge is a dish best served cold. But I now had no interest in having sex; Adam and the rape had ruined me.  Mike changed that. One day after class as I was walking back to my room wearing my long coat, I ran into Mike. I had dumped him last semester after that spectacular night when he had gotten me drunk and then set me up by tricking me with a transparent tee shirt to wear and I had ended up having sex with two of his three roommates, Steve and John. He had left me alone after I made it clear he was not welcome. Now he seemed very happy to see me and asked to buy me a coffee. In spite of everything I still liked Mike, and had more fun with him than anyone else. He was special too since I had given him my virginity. And also I felt I could trust him, a trait I now did not take at all lightly!  So I agreed and we went to a local coffee house. I ordered the most expensive drink, a special cappuccino they offered. I didn't even want it much, but I wanted Mike to spend money on me. We sat in a dark corner and chatted for a while. He asked about what it was like for me to go back to my small town for vacation, and there was a twinkle in his eye when he asked. I told him it was fine, and I had some fun adventures and all. I was very vague.  Mike told me a friend of his knew someone from my town, and they had discussed this amazing party at the home of a girl named Susie, and he asked if I knew her.  I groaned inwardly as I could see where this was going. I decided to be honest (up to a point) and told him yes, Susie and I are friends, and the party was indeed amazing, in fact it turned into an orgy towards the end. I added that not all of it was good. Mike looked quizzical when I said that last thing.  Mike of course knew my exhibitionism weakness, as it played right into his own perversion of wanting to show off his woman in states of partial undress. He also knew I could only be an exhibitionist if I were drunk.  So of course he asked if alcohol were served, and I told him about the punch. I had the feeling he knew everything already and was playing with me. So I was direct, and said, "Be honest. How much do you know about the party?" Mike said, to my horror, "I saw the video of you and a guy doing it in front of the rest of the party." I was quiet, and then he added, "I also saw a picture of you tied up to the headboard of a bed with cum oozing out. And by the way, you looked spectacular." I took a sip of my coffee, thinking as fast as I could and trying to suppress the panic welling up inside me, and said nothing. Mike, who I realized really did care for me, sat quietly with me. We stayed like that for quite a while. Finally I said, "Are you disgusted with me? I'm really not a tramp you know. I just lose it when I'm drunk." I was suppressing tears at this point, and it was obvious. I did not know how much longer it would be before I began to bawl. Ever since the rape I had been easily moved to tears. Sometimes even television commercials brought me to tears. Mike surprised me by saying, "Would you go out with me Friday? I could take you to dinner?"  I was so happy and relieved when he asked me out after knowing how I had behaved with other men in my hometown during vacation, that I quickly said, "I'd love to, Mike." I heard the words come out of my mouth as I spoke them. I had not planned to say them. It was weird.  Mike himself seemed relieved, and then he asked me, "Why are you still wearing your coat? It's warm in here," and I stood up so he could remove my coat. The contrast of the long coat with my nylon covered legs and the micro mini skirt struck him just as hard as it had earlier done to the boys in my computer class, and he let out a wolf whistle that actually seemed to be involuntary. He said, "Joanie, you look hot!" I said, "Thanks. I decided to change my look. Do you like it?" Mike said, "No." He paused for effect and added, "I love it! And your perfume is driving me crazy." I replied, "That's the idea behind perfume. It's supposed to do that." Mike said, "Joanie, you have changed recently. And it's for the better. Very much for the better." I was silent, and decided Mike had no need to hear about the rape. I was looking forward to going on a date with Mike again, and Friday took a long time to arrive. When it finally did arrive I dressed like a sex goddess, with the micro mini, the low cut fuck me blouse my mother had bought me, one of my new bras designed for that kind of blouse, and the musky French perfume.  I remembered to put some under my breasts, because as my Mom put it, you never know. Then I covered myself up with my long coat. It was still cold so the coat made sense, but in reality it was more for the drama of taking it off, and not letting Mike see my outfit until I did so.  I know this seemed like strange behavior, given the trauma of my rape, but I wanted to feel sexy again, and if anyone could bring it out from deep within me, it was Mike.  As excited as I was to see Mike, he seemed to be equally excited to see me. At dinner I let him get me a little bit drunk, and then he managed to ply more information about the goings on during my vacation. I told him about the shoe store, and as he gave me more booze, I even told him about my boss Mr. Ebersmith, the bonus, and giving Mr. Ebersmith a blowjob to avoid having to fuck him.  Mike seemed particularly interested when I told him it made me feel a bit like I was prostituting myself. He knew it horrified me, and he understood, but he also wondered if it appealed to an aspect of my exhibitionist side. That is, did it make me feel hot and bothered that a man would pay me for sex.  I reminded Mike that Mr. Ebersmith did not pay me for sex. He gave me a bonus for the great work I had done, and he wanted sex. I knew that he had wanted sex with me for a long time before that; a girl can tell. The two (money and sex) were unrelated. Mike raised an eyebrow in skepticism and said, "Yes. But did it make you hot?" "I don't know," I replied. "All the men looking down my dress that day had made me hot." Mike said, "I think you do know. It did, didn't it?" "No," I replied definitively. "It made me disgusted, and disgusted with myself for giving him the blowjob." Mike believed me, I'm sure, but I feel he was still just a little bit skeptical, and thought the situation had turned me on. But he let it drop. In speaking with him I realized the situation and the idea of sex for money had indeed aroused me sexually, just a little, but there was no way on earth I would admit that to Mike, or to anyone else for that matter. Indeed, it was only at that moment I had admitted it to myself! Mike continued to ply me with a delicious wine, and he got me a little bit drunker. This loosened my tongue and I told him about Frank, and his betrayal with the picture. He seemed particularly interested about my hands being tied to the headboard, and the curtains wide open with the lights on, with some strangers watching from their rooms across the courtyard.  My stories were turning him on, but fortunately he did say, "Joanie, what Frank did behind your back was sick. It's not forgivable. The guy is a creep." What Mike really wanted me to tell him about was the party. That took some more wine, and Mike ordered a second bottle. I told him about Susie telling me the picture existed and was being passed around, and how I got very drunk and felt I had nothing to lose in terms of my reputation, since it was already in the toilet, because everyone also knew about the shoe store exhibitionism. One thing reinforced the other.  I told him I decided to join a group playing spin the bottle. Unbeknown to me at first, it turned out to be a strip version of the game. Mike's eyes flashed when I said that. He could relate to that after our own strip poker game.  I even told him I was reduced to just my panties, and forbidden to regain my clothes, or even my bra, and thus forced to reenter the party dressed only in panties. At this point I thought Mike was going to squirt inside his pants, he looked so turned on. He was even breathing heavily.  "How many people were at the party?" Mike asked.  "Between 30 and 40, I'd say." "And all of them were watching you and Connie as you entered the room topless? With only panties on?" "Yes, except for the few who were still downstairs." I could see in his eyes that Mike was imagining the scene, wishing he had been there.  I changed the subject to what happened on his vacation, and he told me it was boring and mostly he thought about me. I told him I did not believe him, I'd bet there were some old girlfriends he had fooled around with. He gave a small smile and admitted there were.  He lives a couple of hundred miles south of the school and one day the weather warmed, and he took a walk with his old high school girlfriend, and they ended up making out on a bench in a park. They then drove to a hill with a nice view, he parked the car and they made out in his car, and he got her undressed, down to her panties.  Mike was hoping to convince her to have sex with him again, and he had good prospects, when a cop shined his flashlight into the car. To his surprise the girl did not scream or reach to cover herself, but just sort of froze, like a deer in the headlights.  The cop had them both exit the car, he in only his briefs, and she in only her panties. One cop started to interrogate Mike. The other cop focused on the girl, and started to kiss her. The girl returned the kiss, and soon his hands were all over her, and instead of protesting, or fighting back or trying to stop him, she began to undo his belt and removed his pants and his briefs, revealing a nice, hard penis. She gave it some soft strokes with her hand, and then the cop picked her up and placed her over the hood of the car, so her ass was at the level of his cock. He inserted his cock and they began to fuck, the girl groaning with pleasure.  Mike was amazed. He had no idea his old girl friend was like this, although of course he had often tried to expose her in public when they were in high school, and once he even succeeded, but he did not tell me that story. I asked, "How did it feel to see your old girlfriend have sex with a stranger right in front of you?" Mike replied, "I thought it was very sexy, actually. As I did when you let Steve and John have their way with you; remember?" I said, "Mike, you set me up for that. You got me almost falling down drunk and then deliberately gave me a transparent tee shirt knowing full well in the light of the main room your roommates would see me naked through the tee shirt. You wanted it to happen!" "Guilty as charged, Joanie. But nobody forced you to do anything. You know that." Angry, I said, "Damn it Mike, you know what happens to me when I drink too much. I can't control myself and become a slut." "Yes, and I love you for it," Mike replied. This was the first time Mike had used the L word, and I was quite surprised. I said nothing, but drank some more wine.  A little later we got up to leave the restaurant, and I was so drunk at this point I had to lean on Mike so as not to fall down. I told Mike I needed to lie down and sleep it off, and he took me home, came in with me, undressed me and put me under the covers. I smiled up at how kind he was being, and then he pulled the covers off and began to kiss my breasts.  After a while his mouth drifted down and he began to eat me out, the first time he had ever tried that with me, and it was only the second time of my young life, the first being the asshole Josh at the party.  My body was responding, and I realized I was enjoying sex. Leave it to Mike, I thought to myself. I was happy to have my sex drive slightly reawakened. I had actually feared it might never be aroused from its slumber.  As Mike ate me out, he suddenly inserted a finger and he was both eating me and fingering me at the same time. This took me to new heights of pleasure. I was not far from having an amazing orgasm when he suddenly stopped, climbed on top of me and began to fuck me.  I was so turned on that after he had pumped in and out only a few times, I had one of my violently shaking orgasms, and actually cried out with pleasure.  I could tell that giving me such a powerful orgasm made Mike feel macho, and he smiled happily as he continued to pound me. I was amazingly aware of his cock inside me, feeling it completely with the sides of vaginal canal, hoping the head of his cock would go deeper still.  I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me as far as he could go. My body moved up to match his thrusts without my consciously asking it to. I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him, whatever part of him was near my mouth. After a while he came inside me and I passed out in a blissful state, a smile on my lips. I know I was smiling, because when I was passed out he took out his cell phone and took a picture of me lying there with his cum oozing out. It was as if he were imitating Frank's infamous picture, minus the bondage element.  I wondered if bondage too would happen on our next date. I think I was smiling due to relief at the recognition that I was still capable of enjoying sex. I found out later he called up his roommate John, and John came over and took more pictures of me lying there naked, some with Mike in them, and then he took a video of Mike fucking me again. When I saw the video I noticed that I had fucked Mike back, even though I was so drunk that I do not remember anything about it. It was not even clear I was awake while we fucked! I was over at Mike's place when he told me about John coming over to my place, uninvited by me, and that he saw me naked and even made a video of Mike having sex with me. I was outraged and almost dumped Mike a second time.  Instead I got hot watching the video with Mike, and we ended up doing it in his living room in front of the TV. We did it doggy style, the first time Mike and I had used anything other than the missionary position.  In the middle of our session with me on all fours and Mike pounding me from behind, Mike's roommates Steve, John, and Tony returned. We just kept at it while they watched. I was a bit grossed out they were watching our most intimate moments, but my exhibitionist side was thrilled. I was so turned on I could not believe it.  After Mike came and we stopped fucking, I collapsed on the floor and lay still. Tony approached me and started fondling my breasts. I was grossed out, since Tony was now Mary's boyfriend, and Mary is my best friend. Mike did nothing, but I stopped Tony and told him none of that. Then Steve tried too a little later, and I stopped him cold.  I did not want to turn into a slut, or at least not such an easy slut. I could not tell if Mike was disappointed I did not let Tony or Steve have their way with me, but I hoped he was not. I figured this had been his plan to test me, or have his own little orgy/gangbang of me. No luck for him this time, if that had been his plan.  It's pathetic, but I was actually proud of myself for not letting the gangbang happen. After I had watched Connie at the party when she played that game where she had allowed four men to fuck her in succession, trying to identify them while blindfolded and tied to the bed, I admit I was intrigued, but certainly not enough to justify the self disgust I would have had, had I allowed it to happen to me.  I was glad I was not too drunk right then, because had I been, who knows what might have happened? As it was, I quickly got dressed and went home. Walking home, I wondered if I should trust Mike enough to tell him about the rape. I decided not to do so. Mike and I toned down our interactions for a while. There was one time however when he again invited me to a nice restaurant. I was in a good mood, so I wore my skintight stretch pants that revealed every detail of my body from the waist down, and my very low cut blouse, heels, perfume, and red lipstick. With that outfit I went commando: no bra and no panties.  If the light was just right, you could see the outlines of my labia and my entire ass through the pants, but in most lighting, certainly the dim lighting of a fancy restaurant, it was not too revealing. The blouse, however, with no bra keeping my boobs in place, was another story. My nipples were prominently poking at the material of the blouse and it would be obvious to anyone I was not wearing a bra. If I sat up straight, and remained still, I was covered and proper, except for my nipple poking at the blouse, which was a bit tight over my large bust. But if I moved around a lot and swayed, or leaned forward, I showed off a lot of boob. I practiced my movements in the mirror so that I knew exactly what movement would reveal exactly which parts of my breasts.  The most spectacular was leaning forward around 45 degrees; then the lucky person across from me could see my entire breasts, nipples included. I was going to use that maneuver only if needed, I decided. I was happy, because I felt I was in control, and not Mike.  When Mike came to get me I was in my coat, so he could not see my outfit. He knew my tricks, and he tried to get a peak at what I was wearing, but I did not let him. When we got to the restaurant, he played the gentleman and helped me remove my coat.  I could tell he liked - no, loved - what he saw. He even licked his lips. When the waiter came to take our order, I turned quickly to face him, revealing quite a lot of boob as I did so, but my nipples were (barely) hidden, as planned.  The waiter blushed a little but remained cool. I figured Mike was getting hard by this point. We ordered cocktails because Mike told me the cocktails were supposed to be really good at this restaurant. I had actually never had a cocktail, and the one I got (which was some kind of fancy version of a margarita) was delicious.  Mike ordered me a second one, and he also ordered some expensive wine, which of course turned out to be delicious once the two cocktails were gone and we started on the wine. Drinking two cocktails on an empty stomach made them go right to my head and I was already drunk. Mike and I chatted about school and even politics, and the new coffee house that had opened near campus. He gradually talked softer and softer, and at the same time the restaurant got noisier as more customers arrived.  I had to lean forward to hear him, and yes, then he had a nice view of my entire breasts. I did not realize it at the time, since I was focused on Mike, but quite a few other men (and women for that matter) had their own views of my breasts. In contrast Mike realized it very well.  Our food came and I sat up straight to eat. It was delicious and it helped to sober me up, but not enough. So I was pretty drunk, still. After Mike paid the bill we decided both to use the toilets before we left, and he followed me down the stairs.  The bathroom area downstairs was brightly lit, unlike the restaurant upstairs, and Mike quickly realized he could see me to a large extent through my pants.  At the bottom of the stairs he stopped me to tell me he loved my outfit. It took me a minute to realize why he was saying that. He grabbed me, pulled me into him, and kissed me passionately right there in front of the bathrooms, sticking his hand down my pants to feel my ass. I was drunk and I let him do it.  He stood behind me kissing my neck, and he reached into my low cut blouse to fondle my breasts, pulling my blouse to the side and exposing my boobs to anyone who might come to use the bathroom. Again, I cooperated. I was too drunk to stop him, and besides it excited me.  One man did come and he got a good look. Some people look away, and others are embarrassed at what they are seeing, but this man just stood on the stairs and openly and unapologetically stared at my boobs. In response I squirmed away from Mike and straightened my blouse and disappeared into the ladies room.  As I turned my back to Mike and the man to open the door to the ladies room, Mike patted my behind, thereby calling the man's attention to my almost transparent pants as well. I went inside and locked the door.  When I finished my business and left the bathroom, Mike was still in the men's room and the other man was waiting. He put a $100 bill in my hand and said, "For another look at your boobs, please, Miss."  I was flabbergasted, and figured Mike had put him up to it, teasing me about taking money for sex. But this seemed harmless enough, and I was drunk and I have poor judgment when I'm drunk, so I said "OK," and I moved my blouse so that my breasts were exposed to him. My reasoning was that he had already seen my boobs, so it did not matter, and I would get an easy $100. As I have said before, I do not reason well when I am drunk. The voyeur produced a second $100 bill and said,  "Roll down your pants, please miss." His voice was authoritative and commanding now, and he waved the $100 bill around, so I did as he asked, revealing my charms down there to him as well. I also grabbed the second $100 bill. "Turn around and bend over,' he said.  I figured OK he wants to see my ass, and since he now had given me $200 total, it was not too much to ask, so I did. It seemed harmless enough.  After a few seconds I felt his finger entering my cunt. I gasped, but I did not protest nor pull away. He did not stop and kept fingering me. It felt good and I was aroused, more by the situation than by his finger. Then another finger entered, and his other hand reached around and caressed my right breast.  It was right there outside the bathrooms in bright light. Then I heard a zipper, so I quickly stood up and turned around and pulled my pants back up before he could take things farther, right there in public where anyone, man or woman, could have seen us while coming down the stairs to the bathrooms.  I did not have time to arrange my blouse before I saw another man descending the staircase who got a great glimpse of my breasts. I hoped to God he had not seen the man finger me, too.  The thought that he might have seen my private parts also excited me, however. I quickly put the $200 in my pants, so the new man would not see I had been paid for flashing and apparently some fingering, too. I quickly finished arranging myself and hurried up the stairs.  Mike had the coat check ticket, so I waited for him up there, trembling. I really have to control my drinking I was thinking as I waited for Mike; it was too late for that night, but I made a mental note for the future. Mike came up the stairs all smiles, as if he knew what had happened downstairs. He helped me on with my coat and we left. Once out of the restaurant he said, "I see you have $200, my love." Seeing my confusion as to how he would know, as well as my apoplexy that he did know, he added, "I can see the bills through your pants. You should not walk around that way; it's very suggestive." I quickly removed the $200 from my pants and put it in my purse. Mike said, "Recently found money?" I replied, "You heard through the men's room door." "Better than that my sexy woman. There is a keyhole in the door. I think you were right not to let him fuck you. Who knows where his cock has been?" I was embarrassed and ashamed. "I'm so sorry Mike. I guess you cannot get me drunk and leave me alone. Actually, best just not to get me drunk!" "But Joanie, you are so much fun when you are drunk. Well you're drunk now, a little more won't hurt. Let's go dancing." I panicked a little to go dancing with my blouse so revealing with no bra, but I do love to dance, the night was still young, and Mike was not really asking but commanding. So off we went. I did admonish him not to try anything in a crowded dance hall if he wanted a chance with me later. He just smiled.  The place he took me to I had never seen before. It was a little bit out of town on a country road, and looked like a seedy bar. It seemed a strange choice for Mike. Inside it was full of people dancing however, and there was a live band that was not bad. I asked Mike, "How do you know of this place?" "I heard about it. It's my first time here. Let's dance!" We danced the swing, and I was paying close attention to my blouse; I did not want a repeat of having a naked boob or two getting free and being on display. But of course I could not keep people from seeing quite a lot of flesh as Mike moved me around. Fortunately the place was dark and nobody could tell that my pants were semi-transparent. I was relieved about that. We danced for a couple of hours, taking breaks and drinking. I was now good and drunk, and feeling no pain. The music stopped and a man got up on the stage and rang a bell. "Ladies and gentlemen! It's the first Tuesday of the month, and you know what that means: It's our monthly amateur wet tee shirt contest. I remind you first prize is $500, second prize is $300, and third prize is $100. If you want to participate please report to the stage within the next 10 minutes." I looked accusingly at Mike. "You knew about this, didn't you?" "I had heard a rumor, but I didn't really know. But it sounds like fun to me. I'll bet none of the contestants can match you." "You bastard. You want me to compete? You're nuts. I'm not that drunk, Mike." "Yes, you are." Mike spoke in a commanding way, "And you are going to compete. I want you to. In fact, you are going to win." I started to get aroused just thinking about it. I looked around and there was nobody there I knew. The crowd was not a college crowd; far from it. I said, my voice quivering a little, "I don't really have to compete, do I?" "Yes my love, you do." "You want to show me off that much? I don't even know what to do." "Just watch the other women who go before you. You do what they do. You'll be fine. I want you to do it. And I want you to do it better than the others. I know you can." I was silent for a while, and Mike told me again to do it, and to get my ass on stage. There were already four good-looking women up on stage; they looked to me to be in their mid twenties or even 30. At 18, I must look very young in comparison, I thought.  He gave me a little push, and I walked up onto the stage. As I did, a spotlight shined on me, and I knew my pants must be semi-transparent. I pretended not to know, as the wolf whistles multiplied. The master of ceremonies said, "We have another volunteer. Any others? No? Well let's give a round of applause to this fine looking group of women."  Everyone applauded, and there were wolf whistles, and a woman came out from backstage and told us to follow her, she would give us outfits to change into for the competition. She told us to strip naked and then put the outfits on.  The outfit consisted of a white cotton rather flimsy halter top, and low riding white short shorts. No underwear. That was no matter, since I had not been wearing underwear all evening and had none with me even to remove. We were each given a plastic card with a number. My number was 4. The master of ceremonies called out for number 1. She was petite, with big breasts, a pretty face, and a great smile. She sashayed out onto the stage and the MC engaged her in conversation, asking where she was from, how old she was, was she enjoying herself, and was this her first wet tee shirt competition. It was not her first. Then he asked if she were ready to begin, and she said yes.  I noticed there was a countdown clock; each contestant had 10 minutes. Music began, and she danced around, mostly gyrating on the stage. After two minutes exactly the MC took a pitcher of water and poured it on her, especially on her breasts.  The clothes became transparent when wet, apparently, and she was on full display above the waist before the cheering men. She continued to dance around, and then surprised me by taking off her top, throwing it out to the crowd, and waving her boobs around all over the place.  At one point she knelt down on the stage and let a man next to the stage try to swallow her boob with his mouth. Men even put $20 bills in her shorts, pushing them down a bit as they did so, as if she were a stripper. She kept up these antics until a bell sounded, and her 10 minutes were up. Woman number 2 was skinny, perhaps too skinny, with an angular face and prominent nose. She too had nice boobs. This was her first time. She performed similarly to number 1, but with less skill. The men all raucously cheered for her, too. I was unimpressed however, after having seen number 1.  Woman number 3 upped the ante. She began slowly, and she was a good dancer, suggestively moving her hips. She was doused with water, and her small breasts were clearly visible through the sheer fabric, once it was wet. She played with her boobs, and finally removed her top, tossing it dramatically to the crowd after about 6 or 7 of her minutes were up.  She had lovely breasts, close to perfection itself, even if they were on the small side. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, to raucous cheers. Then she turned with her back to the crowd and lowered her shorts, revealing a perfectly formed ass, along with glimpses of her pussy. All the women wanted to win, but this woman was willing to go the extra skin, so to speak. Next number 3 faced the crowd, and a hushed anticipation fell over them. She lowered her shorts without taking them off and gave a brief but complete full frontal. Then she pulled them back up and the bell rang. She could not have timed it better. Meanwhile backstage, the girls were razzing each other, trying to psyche out the remaining contestants, numbers 4 and 5, which of course included me. I began to get mad, and being competitive, I forgot about embarrassment, shame, and self-respect. I now wanted to win. I recalled Mike's command to me to win. Being drunk helped remove all my natural constraints; otherwise I would not even have been backstage.  When number 3 finished, numbers 1 and 2 realized she would probably win (the most daring woman usually does; it's primarily not a contest of skill, after all), and they both changed tunes and wished me luck and courage.  I entered the stage determined to win. I reminded myself that I knew how to dance. I decided to let my sexual need for exhibitionism dominate me. After all, a crowd like this was a dream come true for my exhibitionist side.  When the MC asked me if this was my first time (fortunately he did not ask my age, because if I had said I was only 18 (almost 19 now) they would have had to kick me out of the bar), and if I was going for the $500 first prize.  I replied yes, I was. He smiled and said it would not be easy to top the performance of number 3. I just smiled a big smile flashing my white teeth and said, "Well, you never know." Just before I began I went over and whispered to the bandleader. He smiled and nodded. I began to gyrate on the stage. Every move I made was sexually suggestive, and I knew I had the body to back it up. Soon I was doused with water. I moved around to make sure the water hit my shorts as well as my top. Everything was visible through the fabric when it was wet, and the crowd was going wild. I looked hot.  After some teasing, I turned around with my back to the crowd and sexily, slowly removed my top. I whipped around revealing my breasts as they flopped around from the momentum of the turn. I tossed the top to the crowd, giving a high arc to the toss.  I danced like this but in contrast to Number 1 I did not go to the edge of the stage to let someone slobber over my breasts. Instead, I signaled to the band leader and bump and grind music began.  As the men realized what I was doing, taking this to a new level, they began to chant, "Take it off! Take it off!" which turned me on. I love an audience. I now had dozens of men watching me, sexually excited, wanting to see me completely naked, and clamoring for it. It was beyond my wildest imagination.  I danced surprisingly well. Bump and grind music is great music for what I had in mind. At every hard beat at the end of a musical phrase I either stuck my hip out, or arched my back to stick out my now naked boobs. Then I faced the crowd and flamboyantly unsnapped my shorts and unzipped the zipper.  I turned around with my back to the audience and slowly edged my shorts down, while slowly moving my butt around suggestively. Little by little they went down until they were barely hanging on me, held up only by the last edges of my hips. I turned and faced the eager men who cheered in appreciation. I still had four minutes on the countdown clock. The musicians were beginning to play louder and slightly increased the tempo. The bumps of the bump and grind music were even more pronounced.  With each bump I would thrust my hip out; first one and then the other. I could feel the fabric slip just a bit against my skin with each thrust. It got to the point where the shorts were staying on only by friction with my skin (remember, they were wet, which increased the friction). I looked steadily at the crowd, never down at my shorts. I scanned the room for Mike and finally found him. He was grinning from ear to ear. I caught his eye, and he raised his hands over his head and clapped and nodded to me.  Men began to follow his example, and they were all clapping to the beat of the music, chanting, "Take it off! Take it off!" There was no hiding I was doing a strip tease. Probably the bump and grind music was a pretty basic clue.  I signaled the bandleader and he almost doubled the tempo. My movements to the music were now almost frantic. With each bump, the trombones played louder. The friction was no match to my gyrations and the shorts slipped completely off my right hip, still clinging tenuously to my left hip, perhaps in a last attempt to keep me decent.  The attempt to keep me decent, noble perhaps of my shorts, was doomed. After a particularly brutal series of fast bumps, the resilient shorts were still on, but then I jumped straight up high in the air and my shorts fell around my ankles. The crowd went wild and was so deafening, I could no longer even hear the music. I took a deep bow, dangling and wiggling my boobs and acknowledging the crowd, and of course that spurred them on. There were two minutes left, maybe a little more. I put my hands down on the ground and arched my back, and then thrust my pelvis up and let it fall down, mimicking the movements I would make if someone were fucking me. The cheers were immense. I turned to face the crowd and squatted, opening my pussy for all to see. I stuck one finger into it, then two, brought them to my nose and flamboyantly sniffed. I inserted them both into my cunt again, pumped them a few times, and sashayed to the edge of the stage. I offered my two fingers to a man. He sniffed them, then licked them. He screamed triumphantly and raised his left fist high in the air. The bell rang, and my performance was over. I ran off the stage.  The crowd kept cheering even in my absence, and resumed clapping, yelling "Encore! Bravo!" and the more prosaic "We want more!" But I remained backstage.  The last girl, number 5, was by now intimidated and shaking a bit. She knew she would not be able to compete with my performance. After getting doused, she did remove her top but turned beet red with embarrassment and then turned and ran off the stage, crying. This competition was not for everyone. The MC returned to the stage. The voting was done by applause. He called for girl number 1 to return to the stage, and she did, still topless, wearing only her wet shorts. He put his arm around her and stroked one of her boobs as he spoke, "Let's hear it for number one!" There was a polite and nice applause, and some cheering.  For number two, the crowd reaction was similar, and the MC also felt her up a bit more extensively in front of the crowd. She just let him do whatever he wanted. For number 3 however, the MC stuck his hands down her shorts, and she moved away from him and lowered her shorts once again showing off her perfect ass, and then she bent over and revealed her pussy from behind. The crowd gave her a raucous cheer and applauded loudly.  I felt sure number 3 would win, given her perfect dancing, her perfect ass, and her perfectly timed performance, but I consoled myself that second prize was still $300, a lot of money for me, especially combined with the $200 from the restaurant. Then the MC called out for number 4, and as I had no clothes left, I had no choice but to come onto the stage naked.  There was a huge cheer when I appeared. In retrospect I think the crowd assumed I would put on a spare pair of shorts, but I had not thought of that and anyway there were no extra shorts lying about backstage that I had seen.  The MC put his arm around me, and caressed my boobs with one hand, and my ass with the other. I did not know what to do in front of all these people, and I wanted badly now to win. With some difficulty I broke away from the groping MC and danced around just a little as number 3 had done. The MC said "Number 4, let's see your wonderful squat again!" There was an uproar from the crowd that began loudly to chant, "Squat! Squat! I was embarrassed and did not know what to do and just sort of stood there, smiling nervously. Holding the microphone away from his mouth, the MC told me if I were to squat with a smile I would surely win.  So I squatted, and it was easy to smile because the crowd went crazy. The noise was so loud it almost hurt my ears. My smile got really big as I continued to hold the squat. Looking at the men going wild, I did not notice that the MC had moved around. It seems he did so in order to stick a finger in my cunt, in front of everyone.  The room got quiet as he pumped his finger in and out of my cunt while I held the squat, still smiling. He put the microphone next to my vagina, and the entire crowd heard the squishing sounds his finger was making, revealing to everyone both my heavy breathing and that I was thoroughly wet down there. I was so surprised by all this that to my shame I did not complain nor stop him. Mostly I think I was paralyzed with shock at what was happening.  I recovered from the shock and I told him in a breathy, almost whispering voice, please to stop, but he did not. The world became just him and me, and the wonderful stimulation I was getting in front of a large and appreciative audience.  As he continued, I could no longer hold the squat and fell down onto my back. This drove the crowd wild, I'm not sure why. The crowd noise was so loud I could not hear the band and my ears hurt.  Maybe my falling down onto my back was more suggestive of the sex act, and they were fantasizing about climbing on top of me and fucking me silly, but that's just a guess. After a few more thrusts with his fingers the MC finally pulled them out.  As he stood over my prostrate, quivering body, he dramatically sniffed his fingers and announced to the crowd I was the best smelling contestant ever. The other girls at this point ran onto the stage and rescued me, helping me up and walking me off the stage.  Girl number 2 draped my arm around her shoulders to give me support, and at the same time she caressed my ass as she helped me walk. This engendered a roar and some wolf whistles.  Back stage, girl number 2 led me to a couch. I lay down. She spread my legs and proceeded to eat me out. I was too far gone to do anything at this point other than to enjoy the sensation. I closed my eyes and began to moan quietly and involuntarily.  I did not see nor hear the MC enter the backstage with the prize money to give out, and I did not notice (my eyes were still closed) when he put the microphone near my mouth and turned it on.  Suddenly my whimpering moans and later my orgasmic ecstatic cry were broadcast throughout the seedy bar. I could hear large cheers from the bar area, and I felt anger and humiliation at the MC's duplicity, but also, as always it seems, an exhibitionist thrill.  I dried off thoroughly with the towels that were provided, got dressed, took my money, and with my head held high left the backstage to return to the crowd as if nothing had happened.  But as I entered the crowd, huge cheers erupted. The spotlight again shone on me, again making my pants nearly transparent. I did not care, as everyone had seen everything I had to offer. I smiled, nodded, and then heard "Show us again! Show us again!" Since I was commando, I raised my blouse to reveal my boobs one last time, to enthusiastic, grateful applause and catcalls. I held the blouse up for a long time, giving them a chance at a leisurely study of my boobs.  I found Mike and walked back to him, whispering, "Get me out of here!" As I walked back to Mike, quite a few hands caressed my ass. As Mike drove me home, I told him what had happened backstage. It was my first experience with a woman, something I had never imagined would happen. He told me he had been hard all night, and his cock was aching.  I told him to pull to the side of the road, and I removed my blouse (mostly to keep it clean) and proceeded to blow Mike dry, right at the side of the road. I tried to swallow all of his cum, but quite a bit dripped onto my boobs. It was also the first time I had given Mike a blowjob. I knew of course that my sexuality had surfaced from the rape induced suppression. Mike had real power over me. Mike told me to keep my blouse off for the rest of the ride home, and I did, with some of his cum prominently displayed on my boobs. When we got home, I even walked topless from the car to my apartment, to Mike's surprise and delight. I don't think anyone saw me except a passing motorist whose headlights lit me up for all to see for a few seconds. I invited Mike in, and then he fucked me until I begged him to stop. He did not however, and instead he blew his load deep inside me just as I passed out, still drunk as a skunk.  The brain is an amazing part of the body. I do not understand my own brain. Perhaps it was the combination of telling Mike about what happened to me during vacation and therefore mentally reliving everything.If you combine that with the wet tee shirt contest at the seedy bar, that might explain why I had the dream.  In my sexual blissful state and during my semi-comatose drunken sleep, the dream I had contained an epiphany: I dreamed of a plan to take my revenge on Frank, Adam, Josh, Jack, and all the others who did so much to destroy me over my winter vacation in my home town; Adam especially. I awoke invigorated and decided to put the plan into action.

Jennifer's Secret Passion by applevalyan© I grew up in a fair size town in southern Georgia until I moved and went to college. My father was and still is a Baptist preacher. He would probably die of a heart attack if he knew half the things I did while I grew up and am still doing. I listened and behaved as a young kid but I became more stubborn and independent when I became a teenager. I wanted to wear clothes like the rest of the kids in town but when I started getting breast and a figure, my father became way over protective. He refused to let me wear shorts anymore and would not allow me to wear skirts or dresses above my knees. One warm summer Sunday morning he made me change to a longer skirt. He made me so mad that when I yanked my skirt down I tore my underwear a little. I was putting on another skirt when I noticed the tear so after putting on the skirt I removed my underwear. I threw them across the room at the hamper. I thought to myself that I ought to not wear any underwear just to spite my father. I had never gone without panties before but I was so mad I decided to do it. All during church services I kept thinking about my lack of underwear and I found that it was kind of wild and wicked and I liked it. I was still afraid that he would some how find out, so the first thing I did was put on a clean pair when we returned home. The very next Sunday he again made me change. As I changed I remember going pantyless the previous Sunday and decided to again to go without. That day I remained pantyless until I went to bed. For the next couple of years, this became a regular habit with me. I rarely wore any underwear to church anymore. And since one of my chores around the house was the laundry, I could get away with not having any dirty panties to wash. I didn’t wear panties anymore, except when I really needed to. My father still watched me closely so I still had to wear a bra out of the house. But many a days around the house, I wore just t-shirt and sweat pants. I had a close friend, Helen, which lived about a half-mile from my house. I had told her how mean I thought my father was acting and how I wish I could wear some shorter dresses like everyone else wore. She told me that since we were the same size, I could wear some of her clothes if I wanted. I could wear some of her short skirts and dresses until I could buy some of my own. She also said I could leave the clothes I bought at her house as long as she could wear them if she wanted. We made a deal! We would spend almost every Saturday together; I would go to her house and change into whatever I wanted to wear. Whether it was a short skirt or dress, or short-shorts and a t-shirt or tank top. I even started to go braless a lot. I loved it when the boys noticed my hard nipples. And the more the boy’s noticed, the harder they seemed to get. And they seemed to stay hard almost all the time. At first I wore underwear under my shorter skirt or dresses, but after a few weeks. I started to go without panties. For months I would remove them and put them in my purse when Helen wasn’t looking. It was very exciting. My nipples remained hard almost all the time from the thrill of knowing that if I wasn’t careful, somebody might see my bare bottom. The first time I knew that someone had actually seen up my skirt it was because I tripped on a shirt someone had left on the floor at ‘Wal-mart’. As I picked myself off the floor, I noticed my skirt was up almost to my waist. I looked up and there was a man about 30 looking at my bare bottom. As I stood up, I took a deep breath and smoothed down my skirt. I looked at the man again and he asked if I was all right, I said I was and thanked him for his concern. I smiled at him as I walked past him. My heart was beating fast and I had stomach had butterflies in it from knowing that a complete stranger had just seen my pussy. I reached under my skirt and my pussy was dripping wet. I headed straight for the restrooms where I masturbated to climax for the first time out of my bedroom. Helen didn’t see me fall but she seen me rushing for the restroom. She asked if I was all right and I told her I had to pee real bad. I ended up buying a real thin short white tank top that day. I knew I wanted to wear it next Saturday. I figured my nipples could be seen without much of a problem when I wore it. I got home I time for supper after changing into my jeans at Helens’. As I walked home I thought back on the guy looking at my pussy and then I noticed how my jeans were rubbing my pantyless pussy in a different way than normal. I started to walk slower and squeezing my legs together while walking. I actually had an orgasm as I walked down the road. That night I had a problem getting to sleep. My mind kept going back to my flashing, my masturbating and my exciting walk home. Then I noticed my hand was on my pussy, I just kept slowing rubbing myself until I came. Then I slept like a baby. Next Saturday Helen couldn’t believe I was going to wear that thin white tank top and a pair of tight short-shorts I had bought a couple weeks earlier. She said that she could make out my nipples through the top and that the shorts were so tight it looked like I didn’t have any underwear on. I looked straight into her eyes and said, “I don’t.” Her mouth dropped open and asked me if I was kidding, I said no. She said she still didn’t believe me so I unzipped the shorts and showed her. Since she was also wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt, I dared her to remove her undergarments and to try it. After a few minutes of daring her and calling her a chicken, she gave in and took off her bra and panties. She admitted to going braless a few times but never pantyless. By early afternoon, she said that it wasn’t bad at all and that she would probably do it again. She doesn’t know it yet but in a couple of weeks, she will be wearing a dress without any thing underneath. That afternoon we had made plans to our schools baseball game. I was looking forward to showing off in my new top. Little did I know that halfway though the game a rainstorm hit and I got drenched. Helen remarked that my top was completely see-thru. At first I placed my arms over my breast to hide them. There were about fifty of us under a big tent waiting for it to slack off. There were only 6 to 7 girls there. I noticed a lot of guys were watching me to see if they could see anything showing. I started to shake as I slowly lowered my arms. I then hear someone say to somebody else to check out the girl in the wet shirt. I just took a deep breath and push my tits out further. All the guys near me started to talk to me and look right at my tits. I found myself enjoying all the attention and stares. After about 30 min., one of the boys said my shirt was drying out. I said I was sorry and would they like it if I got it wet again. Helen was shocked when I said it but all the guys said sure. So I turned around and walked back into the rain, I stood still a second and then stated to rub the rain into my shirt. I made sure to give everyone a good look as I rubbed my tits and the crotch of my wet shorts. I walked back under the tent and shook my hair out, wetting everyone around me. On the way home, Helen said she couldn’t believe I did such a thing. I said I didn’t believe it either but that it was so much fun, I couldn’t stop. She asked me if I would ever do something like that again. I told her I honestly didn’t know. It was a lot of fun being looked at but that I didn’t get wet on purpose to begin with. She said that when I was rubbing my wet shirt, she thought for a moment that I was going to raise my shirt up and show my bare tits. I said that for a moment, I almost did. He mouth opened wide and we started to laugh. I asked Helen to go without underwear a couple more days that week. She said she would and that she would she me next Saturday. It rained hard that next Saturday. I talked to Helen on the phone and she told me she only wore panties twice last week and that was when she wore a dress to work. She asked if I had ever gone without panties under a dress and I told her many times. I dared her to not wear any panties under her longer dresses that week. She said she would think about it. When I talked to Helen a few days later she told me that she wore only her dress and shoes to her part-time job that day. She works as a cashier at a small grocery store nearby. She told me that all she does is stand so she knew she would be safe. It was also a very warm day that day and the A/C wasn’t working to good in the store and she thought it might be a bit cooler with less clothes on. She said actually enjoyed being naked under her dress and nobody else knowing about it. But she said the best part was that there was a little 6-inch fan under the counter to help keep her cool and it felt good every time it blew up her dress. She said that as long as she had that part-time job there, she would only wear dresses to work without anything on underneath. Saturday came and it was a warm sunny day. I told Helen I wanted to wear one of her short sundresses and I wanted her to wear one too. She let me pick first, I picked out a light yellow, mid-thigh length halter dress that tied behind the neck using thin white strings. Helen chose a mid-thigh length blue and white flowery tank dress. I removed all my clothes and put on the yellow dress only! Helen asked if that was all I was going to wear and I told her it was and I hoped she would do the same. She said that she was getting use to wearing knee length dresses without panties and didn’t know if she was ready to wear short dresses yet. I finally coaxed her into it. I told her I wanted to go to a mall in Valdosta and shop. She said that sounded like fun so off we went. As we were going down the highway I got a wild idea and pulled my dress from under my behind and left just enough skirt up front to just cover my bush. Helen asked what in the world I was doing. I started giggling and I told her I wanted to give the truckers a little leg to look at. She surprised me when she said that maybe she should do the same. I told her to go ahead if she dared, she did. I could see a little hair showing just past the hem. I didn’t dare tell her that dress was higher than she thought because I didn’t want to scare her out of showing off. I told her when we parked the car. She said that it was too late to do anything about it now and got out of the car. I started to get out and just as I was just starting to swing my legs around when I saw a guy walking behind the cars coming our way. I thought about my skirt and started to pull it down but decided to purposely give the guy a look at my legs. Just as he got to the next car, I swung my legs around. He turned to walk between our car and one we parked next to. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at my bare legs and hip, I looked down as I slid out the seat and my entire bush came into view. I stood up almost in shock at what I had just done. I was trembling as I closed the door, brushing down my dress as I walked away from him. Helen couldn’t see what happen because of the open door. She said the guy was still standing there with his mouth open and asked what had happen. I told her as we walked away, she broke out laughing and said she couldn’t believe I had done such a thing and asked me why I did it. I said I didn’t know but it felt like a fun thing to do at the time. Well, we entered the mall and walked around window-shopping for about an hour. It felt strange walking around almost naked in public but I was enjoying it too much to stop. We came upon a shoe store that was having a half price sale and decided to go inside a found a cute pair of heeled sandals I liked and the price was good too, so I decided to buy them. A cute young guy asked if he could help and I showed him what shoe I wanted, he said he’d get it and be right back. He returned a couple minutes later and asked if he could help me put it on. I said sure and sat down. The cold seat on my bare behind reminded me of my lack of underwear. I started to stand up and tell him never mind but then I got a tingle in my pussy; it wanted to have some fun. I made sure my knees were together when the guy knelt in front of me. He picked up one of my feet and removed the shoe and put on the new one. As he picked up the other foot I let my legs separate a few inches. I looked at Helen and she had her hand across her mouth hiding a giggle. That gave me more confidence and as he put on the other shoe, I spread my legs a couple more inches. As he was just finishing hooking the strap around my ankle, he looked up and seen between my legs. He stopped and then looked at my face; I smiled at him and spread my legs further apart, giving him a good look at my pussy. I lowed my foot and said I liked them and could I wear them out the store. He swallowed and said sure. I lifted my skirt to give him a full look before I stood up and paid for them. I was still trembling as I left the store, giving the guy a little wave as I left. Helen was about to bust a gut. She said that was the funniest thing she had seen in a long time. She said she bet the guy was probably in the bathroom jerking-off already. She said that she would never have the guts to do what I just did and that she didn’t know I was going to do it. I said that I hadn’t planned to do it either, that it just sort of happened and that it was a lot of fun. I told her that was the first time I had actually allowed someone to get a good look up my dress at my pussy. And that if it felt that good all the time, that it probably would not be my last. We left the mall and started our hour ride back home. Helen said that since I like showing off so much, she dared me to bare my tits and ride back topless. I smiled and said good idea and untied the straps and pulled down the top of my dress. I thought about removing it altogether but decided to wait for another day to do that. About a dozen truckers saw my tits before we got to Helen’s house. I was so worked up from my exposure at the shoe store and on the highway that I wanted to play with myself but couldn’t because of being next to Helen. I would just have to wait I got back to the privacy of my bedroom. During my senior year of high school, my father finally let me have a part time job. I got on as a secretary/girl Friday with an attorney in town. My grades were good in school and it was a field I was interested in, so I enjoyed the job. I enjoyed it so much that I’m going to college now to be an attorney. My father is so proud of me. He still doesn’t know how much of an exhibitionist I’ve become. I also became pretty good at sewing that I even made a few outfits of my own design. The one I wore the most was a skirt with 6-inch bands around the skirt that could be added or removed by buttons. I could make from just below the crotch or to the ground. My father even approved of it. I made it in three colors. One day I decided to leave it about 6-inchs above my knees and go home like that. My father had seen me come in the house and asked why I was wearing it so short. I told him I spilled some coffee on the bottom piece and decided to remove it. He didn’t say anything else. I also made a little bikini that tied on the sides. It was out of white cotton and had no lining so I knew it would show through when wet. It also rode so low that I had to shave my bush a little up front and a little ass crack could be seen in the back. I still have it but have only had the opportunity to wear it a couple of times. I wanted to try it out one hot afternoon, so I put on my old one piece and an old big t-shirt and told my mother I was going down to the creek to cool off. I rolled my little bikini in my towel and left. There is a creek about a ½ mile through the woods behind our house I’d been to many times in my life. When I got there, there was nobody around so I stripped off the old one piece and put on my little white bikini. The water felt great and the bikini was as transparent as I hoped it would be. I was so absorbed in my fantasies that I didn’t hear two boys arrive. I was lying in the water at the edge of the creek when I seen them on the other side looking at me. I didn’t know them but I did recognize one of them from around school. I had my first chance to show-off in my new bikini and was wanted to make the best of it. I waved at them and told them the water felt great and to come on in. Both boys were wearing tight cutoff jeans. I sat up as they entered the water. Both of them were looking at my wet top. I stood up and walked over to them, giving them a chance to see my string bottom, and introduced myself. Their names were Jim and Carl. We swam and floated a while and every time one of the boys stood up I noticed both of them had erections. I started splashing them and we ended up dunking each other. Jim accidentally grabbed on of my breast and immediately started to apologize. I told him it was all right and not to worry even if it happen again. Well it did, both Carl and Jim kept getting handfuls and each time lasted a little bit long. I was enjoying having my tits felt up. Then I wanted to be seen naked and to see them naked. I asked the guys if they had ever gone skinny-dipping before. One said he had and the other hadn’t, I told them that I had come down here alone a done it a few times but never with boys and wondered if they would like to join me. I don’t think they believed me so I took of my top and asked them again. They quickly unzipped and dropped their shorts and stood there in their wet briefs. I looked at their bulges as I untied my bottoms letting them drop into the water. I told them to take off their underwear too, they did. Since this was my first time being completely naked in front of male eyes, I slowly bent over and picked up my bottoms and walked out of the creek giving those boys a good look at my ass. I put my suit on some branches to dry. I walked back to them looking at their hard-ons, those were they first hard-ons I had ever seen. I walked up to them and turned around asking them what the though of my body. I told them that now there was no swimsuit in the way if they wanted to grab my tits. They both reached out at the same time to grab a tit and I took hold off both their dicks. Jim immediately shot off in my hand. He was embarrassed about doing it, but I told him now to worry I though it was cool. After a couple minutes of squeezing and stroking, Carl shot off also. I loved the power I had over these guys. They did whatever I wanted to do that afternoon. I didn’t let them screw me but I did let them bring me off with their fingers. I even jerked them both off again. I even tasted cum for the first time. I had heard other girls talking about giving head, so I want to give it a try, wasn’t bad. We must have been down at the creek 3 hrs or so before we left. I just put my t-shirt back on and walked home like that. That was the first time a male had ever looked on my naked body or touched breast and pussy. I really liked it and knew I was hooked and I wanted to do it again soon. The first time I had sex, it was with a guy I worked with, his name was Charles. I had just turned 18, graduated high school, and started working full time at my job until college started. This guy was real cute. He and I had been flirting the last couple months. I guess I started it all when I let him see up my skirt one afternoon. I was sorting some papers in a back office alone when he walked in to get a file. I was wearing one of my little stretch skirts and since I was sitting at a big table alone, I wasn’t caring about how I sat. The skirt was almost to my crotch. He went to the other side of the table to get a file from the cabinet and it happened to be in the bottom drawer. I saw him as he turned to look at me under the table and he dropped the file when he saw me sitting there pantyless and with my legs spread. I didn’t want to stop the show so I asked if I could help him pick up the papers. I got up and walked around the table to in front of him and squatted down with my knees apart. His eyes shot to my crotch and my bare pussy. He thanked me and I went back to my work as if nothing happened. But after he left in touched myself and discovered my pussy was wet one again. I flashed him a few more times and flirted with him regularly. A couple months after we met he asked if I would like to meet him after work. I said that sounded like fun and we set it for Friday night. My father had met the guy one afternoon at work and liked him so when I told my dad that he had asked me out on a date, my father didn’t object. I had a couple nice dresses to wear and decided on one. I put it on and it still fit well but came to my knees. I wanted to shorten it and decided to put a grease stain near the hem. I stained it and asked dad if the dress would be all right to wear. He said it looked lovely on me and as I turned he told me to stop. He spotted the stain on the dress. I acted upset and said there was no way I could get that stain out. My mother said that since it was so close to the hem I could cut off about 4 inches and redo the hem. My father told me to go ahead and do that but not to make it too short. I cut off 6 inches. My father said it was a bit too short but mom said it would be all right if I sat ladylike. (If she only knew!) I wore a slip under the dress when I showed my mom and father. When I got back to my room I removed the dress and slip and put the dress back on again. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could easily make out my nipples though the dress. I smiled knowing that Friday night was going to be fun. My father was away Friday night when I left to meet Charles. I carried the slip with me incase I had to put it on when I got back. All I was wearing besides the dress was my heeled sandals I bought at the mall. It was a little breezy that evening and it felt good blowing around my bare butt. He was waiting in front of the restaurant when I arrived. As I walked down the sidewalk towards him, a gust of wind lifted my skirt. I put my hand on it but not before Charles got a flash. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked me if I ever wore underwear. I told him hardly ever. He just gave me a big smile and another kiss on the cheek. After we got our table and ordered, I noticed he kept looking at my breast. I smiled and told him that no, I wasn’t wear a bra either. I said what you see is all I’m wearing. Charles asked me questions about my lack of underwear and I told him about some of the flashing experiences I’d had. I noticed he kept adjusting himself during dinner. I teased him by asking if I was the reason of his discomfort and that if I was I could always go to the bathroom and put some panties on. He said that I didn’t have to do that; he liked me just the way I was dressed. And I said to him, “You mean that your not even going to get me out of this dress later on?” He actually choked a little his drink he was swallowing when I asked him that. He said he had planned to go dancing but now he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea since my dress was short and I had no panties on. I told him I would still love to go dancing, panties or no panties. It made no difference to me. In fact, I told him, I had never been dancing pantyless on a dance floor before. And the thought of showing my ass on the dance floor excited me. When we got to Charles’ car I put my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss. He made me moan when he reached around and put both his hands under my dress onto my bare ass. I think he was happy when I didn’t stop him. We got to the dance club and only danced about an hour. I was getting pretty worked up from all the attention I was getting. Everybody there knew not too long after we arrived that I had no panties on. I think it was the second dance where Charles and I were dancing to a slow song and I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands around my waist and raised them to mid back, slowly pulled up the back of my dress, I glad he did. I was trying to figure out some way to tactfully show-off my ass and he purposely or accidentally did it for me. After about an hour I told Charles I was tired and wanted to go someplace quite. He asked if I would like to go to his place. I smiled and said I would love to but that I had better get home. On the way to my car I removed my dress so Charles could get a good look at me. I spread my legs and let him finger fuck me. aaaah! After he got me off. I leaned over and gave him a kiss as I unzipped his pants and took out his dick. I put my mouth around his cock and started to suck like a cum hungry slut. He shot his load in less than a minute. He said that I was a natural born cocksucker. Some reason I felt proud at that remark. I told him I wanted his home phone number because I wanted to come to his place tomorrow and spend all day in bed with him. I got it and told him I would definitely call him in the morning. I knew I wanted to have sex with him and I wanted to do it everyway we could tomorrow. I was technically a virgin, I had never had a man, but I did own an 8-inch dildo, which I used once or twice a week. When we got to my car, even though it was only 11pm, I climbed out of his car naked and walked over to mine. I tossed the dress on the seat, climbed in and drove off naked. I stopped a half-mile down the road from my house got out of the car and got dressed. I did call Charles the next morning and got to his house about 9am and stayed till about 9 pm. I let him use every hole in my body. I was a bit sore the next day and told mom and dad I didn’t feel good so I stayed home and soaked in a warm bath when they went to church. I’m now going to ‘University of Florida’ and still see Charles whenever I go home for some good old fashion sex. We are getting to be an item and I like him. I am not interested in having sex with anyone else right now. But I still love to show-off when I get a chance and being in warm Florida, I get quite a few chances. At college I now own a nice collection on short skirts and dresses, a few even sheer. I went to a party the other night with a couple of girlfriends and all I wore was a sheer halter dress with only a little pair of black g-string panties beneath. My tits and ass were on display all night. Halfway thought the night, some guy asked if I would give him my panties. I did! I loved the looks I got that night. I hear I’ve gotten a reputation as a girl who would wear anything or nothing, almost anytime and anywhere. I hear guys like looking at a smooth hairless pussy. I’m going to find out! I have recently started to complete shave my pussy and now I keep it completely bald. Also a few weeks ago I was talked into a wet t-shirt contest. I ended up naked but for a pair of wet, thin, white g-string panties the club gave me to wear. That was fun and I plan to do a few more of them. I still need to find a job around here. I hear that there is a nude dance club down the interstate a few miles. I’m thinking about going down there and ask about a part time job. I think it would be a lot of fun dancing nude and getting paid for it. I enjoy being naked and getting paid for it would be a dream job. Charles has even suggested that I pose for ‘Playboy’. The idea does sound intriguing. He told me yesterday he found some nude resorts down near Tampa. We’ve decided to go check one out in a couple of weeks. I do believe I have become an exhibitionist and I love it. Maybe you’ll see me soon. Naked? Maybe! Bye! Jennifer's Secret Passion - part 2 Before you read this story, you might want to read Jennifer's Secret Passion. It tells of how my current lifestyle all began. The last time I was here I said I had just started college in Gainesville, Florida at the University Of Florida [Go Gators]. Charles and I have become a couple in love. He recently was able to transfer his job to here. We got us an apartment and moved in together, which is great! It was getting hard not having sex for a couple of weeks, and now we have sex a couple times a day, even more on the weekends. I was able to get that part-time job dancing and waiting tables in the nude just south of town off of I-75. The owner is a fairly nice guy; I worked 2 or 3 times a week when my class schedule allowed it. I don't know if I was more nervous or excited the first time I got to dance on that stage for real. I just remember being very wet between my legs when I got off the stage. I really like dancing naked in front of total strangers. I was completely safe dancing naked, there was very little danger of being bothered up there. Not with BIG Mike standing there, protecting us. He was BIG and looked real tough, but he was really a pussycat to us girls. If I wasn't in I love with Charles, I would have liked to see just how ‘big', BIG Mike really was. Charles comes by once in a while to watch me and the other girls. I don't mind him looking at the other girls because he goes home with me. My boss knows Charles and knows I like to dance a little dirtier for my guy. The rest of the customers seem to like my dirty dancing too, because the tips seem to be better then. I act like I pick one guy off the floor to sit on the edge of the stage. I then tie his hands behind him so he can't touch me as I put my tits and pussy up against his face. Charles face is always wet, covered with my pussy juices. Charles and I did go to a few nude resorts near Tampa and we found one we both liked and we try to spend at least one weekend a mouth there. It feels great to walk around naked for two or three days. We swim, bike ride, ride horses, kayak, play volleyball, walk the trails or streets naked, day or night. Living naked is the life. The only thing frowned on if public sex. Which is the hardest part for us to not do, because I love semi-public sex. Just last weekend, after walking around shopping for about an hour and Charles continually rubbing of my bare ass and pussy under my little dress. [I had no underwear on because I don't wear them anymore unless I really need to.] I had had enough, I had just straddled Charles's lap in the front seat of his SUV in a Wal-Mart parking lot and was getting busy. I had my little sundress up around my waist and Charles's cock deep in my pussy, when I noticed an old man looking in the front window. Some old lady was almost running back to the store hollering for an employee. I wasn't about to stop until Charles dumped his load inside me. After he came, I saw this old lady and two blue vested men heading our way. I slid off Charles and told him to haul ass out of the parking lot. I once was sitting on Charles lap at a friend's house with him deep inside me for almost an hour. He was wearing just some loose lounge pants and I had on a mid-thigh length flare jean skirt. We were watching a ‘Gator' football game one Saturday and I became more interested in the growth under my ass. I reached below me and unbuttoned the one button holding his pants closed and removed his growing member. I was already wet with anticipation and shifted a bit and slid that baby all the way home. We sat there and watched the game with eight of our friend all around us. It was hard {ha, ha} to hold still. Charles moved every few seconds just to keep us in that aroused state. We were able to put it away without getting caught just before halftime. I met Charles in the bathroom at half time and had him take me from behind as I bent over the edge of the tub. That same evening we ended up playing strip poker. I was the 1st naked, I wanted it that way, and I lost on purpose. They let me keep playing but I had to do little naughty things when I lost. Like bending over and showing my pussy, playing with myself, letting Charles suck my tits, and so on. I told them I was all right with that but that Charles was the only guy there that could touch my pussy. We played on. Almost everyone got completely naked except two girls who still were in their panties. I won the last hand that night. I told them that I wanted to choose my winning prize. Just two minutes earlier, Charles had 2 fingers up my pussy as everyone else watched. I was pretty well worked up. All the guys were sporting nice hard-ons. And I just blurred out. I want Charles to fuck me and I want all of you to watch. We did. They did. It was a lot of fun being watched. I want to do it again soon. Charles says he is going to buy a good digital video camera soon so we can record ourselves and put it on the Internet. This is a great party town. There is party on campus almost every weekend. I don't drink but I still like to party, and with Charles acting as my protector, I always enjoy myself. Quite often I leave wearing less clothes than what I started with but that was my usually my plan. I always wear something that's quite revealing, but if I were to ‘accidentally' loose a button or a strap ‘accidentally' breaks. Oh, Well! Accidents happen! Another game I like to play at some of these parties is that I wear something short or thin, and I claim I need gas money and that I am willing to trade my sexy panties for cash. I had one guy pay me fifty dollars just to let him remove and keep my panties. After that everyone knows I am without panties and I seem to bent over or sit incorrectly a few times before I leave. When Charles and I go to the nude resort, all I usually wear out of our apartment is just a large t-shirt or tank top and remove it as soon as I get in the car. I thoroughly enjoy riding around naked, I never know who with see me naked next. I always seem to start playing with my pussy as we get on I-75. I like letting the truckers look at me while I suck Charles off or when I stick my ass out the side window. My parents don't know that Charles has moved down here. And they would have a fit if they find out we have moved in together. They think their sweet little daughter is sharing an apartment with Charlene. Not that their little girl is a SLUT, shacking up and having wild, sinful, immoral, and illegal [‘sodomy' I like it up my ass too!] sex. But I don't really care right now. I'm young and horny and right now I like being a SLUT. I'm paying my own way though college. Charles is taking care of the rent and utilities. We have talked of marriage but decided to wait a few years for that. We are happy with the way we are now. Charles asked me the other day if I ever wanted to have sex with more than one guy at a time. I told him I had thought about it and I would like to try two, three, or even four guys at once but not anytime soon. I was very satisfied with just one cock at a time right now. And I jokingly told him that as long as he could keep up with my sexual needs I keep him, but if he starts slowing down or can't keep or get it up, I'd trade him in for a newer, younger model or two. We are going to a Halloween party tonight. I'm going as a Roman servant girl. My toga goes off one shoulder and meets at the side with only one string holding it together. It just covers my ass and all of one tit and a third of the other. I'm wearing only sandals with it. Before the night get too far along, I plan on loosening the string to about a three-inch gap down the side. This would show my lack of undergarments and causes the barely covered tit to come uncovered. I plan to leave at least one tit bare the rest of the night. Part 2 It's been 3 weeks since part 1 of this story. Today is Monday, Saturday was my birthday, and I turned 20. I got home about 3 in the morning from my dancing job. I had a good tip night. Charles woke me around 10 am with some scrambled eggs, bacon, OJ, and a birthday card. After eating he told me he had made reservations for dinner tonight, and that he had bought me a new dress to wear. He would give it to me after I shower this evening. He was standing next to the bed naked and his dick was hard and pointing right at me. I told him not to loss that thing and to get on his back on the bed while I went to the bathroom to pee. As I got out of bed naked he grabbed my hand and said he couldn't wait for that. I said I wanted him to but that I didn't want to pee in bed. He said, OK, and taking my hand, led me to the bathroom. He climbed in the tub and got on his back and pulled me on top of him. He guided himself inside me as I lowered myself. I told him again I had to pee real bad. He smiled, and said for me to go ahead and pee anytime I wanted. He would wash to tub out later. He actually shocked me with that statement. I started to get up and pee but my pussy was taking over. I now wanted that cock moving inside me more than peeing. I started sliding up and down that lovely hard cock. When I started to cum, I felt something warm running down my leg. I was pissing, as I was cumming. I felt Charles cum inside me too. He said my pissing on his balls sent him over the edge. He said we had to try that one again, I agreed. We remained naked all day as we usually do when we are alone. About 6pm I started getting ready. When I came our of the shower, on the bed was a pair of my silver stiletto shoes, a little black g-string, and a short black spaghetti strap dress. I put on the g-string first; it was only about 2 inches wide in the front. The dress was next, it was very light and I could see through it. It felt real good against my skin. The dress had some silvery designs on the front, camouflaging the sheerness of the dress. I put on my shoes and checked myself out in the mirror. The dress covered my crotch by a couple of inches. I had to look hard to see my breast but the back had no silver design and I could easily see the strings of my g-string, but I liked that. I also notice the top of the dress was draped and loose. I bent over and could see both breasts. That could be fun tonight. About 15 minutes before we left the doorbell rang. It was Gary, a friend and workmate of Charles. He was dress real fine and asked if we were ready and Charles said we were. I asked Charles what was going on and he said Gary was to be our Chauffer and Companion for the night. I smiled and said "COOL!" Gary was one cute guy and had a nice ass and body it looked like. Gary opened the door to let me in and I tried to get in as lady like as possible but it was hard with such a short dress on. As soon as we pulled out, Charles started to tease me and I thought to myself that two could play that game and I was probably better at it than he was. As he played with my tits, I noticed Gary was checking us out in his rearview mirror. I thought that he would probably see a lot more than this tonight. What I didn't know was that Charles and Gary had plans of their own tonight, which I would be the recipient all weekend. I reached over and grabbed Charles crotch and noticed he had no underwear on and the heat from his growing member was easily felt through his thin cotton slacks. I leaned over and placed my mouth over his erection through his pants and purposely left a round wet spot on the front. He says, "Hey, look what you did." And I said as I was laughing, "Well, you started it. You'll just have to live with it dickhead." Then Gary told us to stop fighting or he would have to stop the car and spank us. And I chimed back, "Promises, promises." Once at the restaurant, Gary opened the door and made sure I gave him a good panty shot as I got out. The hostess eyed me up and down and gave me an evil smile as she sat us in our booth. I slid to the back with Charles on my right and Gary on my left. I made sure to lean over a couple time towards both guys to give them a look down my dress. After our meal and while we waited for desert, Charles said he promised Gary that I would give him a little present tonight for helping us. I gave him a puzzled look, and he said the panties you are wearing now. I said, "OK, let me out I need to go to the bathroom anyhow. I could feel every male eye on me as I sashayed my ass across the restaurant. I wondered if when I returned if they would notice the black strings if my panties gone as they look at my ass. I found this kind of exciting knowing that the crack of my ass was still visible thru the material and that any signs of panties was gone. I wiped my now wet pussy with those little panties and putting then in the palm of my hand back to the table I went. Charles got out and I slid across the seat and gave Gary my panties. Gary put the panties to his nose and took a big whiff as a dozen people watched. Charles slid back in next to me and put his hands between my legs and I automatically opened up. Charles put my panties on the table between us just before the waiter brought our desert. His eyes opened wide as he noticed my panties and where Charles' hand was. Charles asked him to return with the check, as we wanted to leave as soon as we finished our deserts. On the way to the car, I told Charles I needed to be fucked soon. He smiled and said not to worry, I would be. Once in the car, Charles told Gary to quickly get us home he had one horny lady with him in the back seat that needed a good screwing. Gary laughed and said, "Your wish is my command sir." Charles fingered me to the edge of cumming, when Gary pulled in our driveway. Damn him for driving too fast! My dress was still around my waist as Gary opened the door and the dome light came on. He got a good look at my wet pussy but I didn't care. It was when Charles open the front door he told me that Gary would be spending the night as my birthday present. All I said was, "WHAT?" He said his present for me being such a good bad girl was that the two of them were going to service me all night long. They did and they did a very good job. I took them one a time and both at once. I went to sleep somewhere around 4am and didn't wake until 2pm. Gary was still there. Charles decided to ask him to spend another night. I just smiled! Charles and Gary left for work a couple hours ago. My pussy, my asshole, and my mouth are all a little sore but it was worth it. I'm sitting here still naked as I write this story and wondering when Charles is going to bring anybody else home from work, or maybe more than one????

Journey to Permanently Nude by barelin In writing this little niche about a girl who was born with the silver spoon. That had everything provided for her with no questions asked. What she wanted the most, was the choice to wear the school uniform like everyone else. Her wealthy parents took extreme pride in ensuring their daughters were always dolled up better than the Barbie doll and more like a Disney Princess. Something she grew to dislike. Even at home, she was always her parents' prize doll. Started with some simple daydream, to be naked everywhere. Some research. She learned it’s probably from being legally recognized if its status falls under religious freedom. Under the principle, the agreement cannot be ever reversed. Legally nude in the clothes world. Here it goes. Chapter 1 - Unraveling Little about me, my name is Connellan Strauss or Connie as I prefer. I was named after my great-grandmother. Am the oldest and only daughter of James and Nichole Strauss. My parents jointly own one of the largest wineries in the country along with several other businesses that I learned about as I got older. Learned at an early age that my parents would hold no expenses. To ensure that I was always looking dressed like their royal princess. Think it was around my first or second year at the academy, I begged my parents for the ability to wear my princess dresses every day to school. Not that I felt more important than the others wearing the uniform. I just thought they were ugly and uncomfortable. Along with my parent's influence on the boards of directors of the academy. Nearly every day following that decision I was exempted from wearing that uniform. For the most part, my parents' house staff made sure that I never wore the same dresses twice with a few exceptions during some of my major growth spurts. Even when I was out of school, the house staff ensured that I was all dolled up in some less-than-formal dresses. Something that I used to crave until recently was that beautiful princess everywhere. Not sure if it was before I finished the rest of my primary year or slightly after entering my post years. Some of the fun of always being that royal princess in those fancy dresses went away. Around that time my parents started wanting me to continue wearing those formal dresses after school. My parents started wanting me to attend their formal parties with several other influential families on either Friday or Saturday evenings. Some of those parties were elsewhere and occasionally at our mansion. Before being invited to attend, I would ensure to stay as far away during those times as possible. The part about attending those fancy parties was the time the staff took preparing me and the formal dresses they put me in were much heavier. Uncomfortable from the formal dresses I wear to school. Since I didn’t want to disappoint them and be their royal princess. I put up the biggest smiles when they formally introduced me to their guest as their precious porcelain prize doll. Attending those parties was filled with several other similar aged well-dressed teens that attend the academy with me. Some of many things I disliked about those parties, besides being around several strange adults. How uncomfortable and heavy those more formal dresses felt. It was around late spring a few months ago, following the meals served. Several would hit the dance floor; others gather and talk. Mostly not very interested in either of those, so I would alone with other teens would gather along the edges of the room. Started daydreaming like I have several times during that point of the gatherings. What was different from all of the previous times of daydreaming? I could see myself without a care in the world, dancing totally in the nude with the others on the dance floor. Getting back to reality, I kept on looking down at myself before getting up to make sure that I was still wearing that huge dress. Returning that evening with the assistance of removing that uncomfortable dress from me. Consider the impossible idea of achieving being naked everywhere. That is when I almost fell over and would have if someone didn’t broken my fall. Looking back at me in the mirror, was the reflection of my nude self, staring back at me. Quickly looked down and saw that I was still wearing my slip and everything under it. Looked around at all of the concerned looks of the house assistants assisting me in changing my garments. I wasn’t in the mood to discuss anything with them. I just happily accepted the glass of water and let them get me ready for the evening. Following those nude daydreaming visions, I had that night at a formal party with my parents. Become more frequently leading into the sophomore year of my post-primary year at the academy. So much so that I started considering if something was wrong with me. The visions or what I say in the mirrors was always just me. Wasn’t interested in confronting anyone about what I was seeing and I always knew I was fully dressed throughout those little episodes. In an attempt to understand what was going on, I realized that being that fancy doll princess wasn’t fun anymore. Some possibility of powers to be telling me I should wear less, way less than I do now. That comes to the factor of facing my parents and asking them if I could start wearing the uniform like all of the other students. For years, overheard chit-chat from others, about my special treatment. This has made it nearly impossible to make any more than casual friends at school. Leading up to today at one of those parents’ parties this time at our mansion ballroom. About the point following the meals, I slipped back to the tables like usual. When my thoughts were interrupted. Standing before me were two classmates that I have seen in at least one of my classes. One of them said something that was never said directly to me, but I was aware of. Both of us wanted to get to know you, but we felt you were unapproachable in those dresses. While both of them sat down and reached out their hand to me. I was angrier with myself than anything else about putting myself into that unapproachable corner. Coming to the fact that I wasn’t just my parent's mint condition living doll. I was also a living princess doll around all of my classmates. This could have something to do with my visions of me walking around fully in the nude. During our conversation, I learned that both of their parents work directly or for my parent's business. Hearing that, I was kicking myself for being so isolated from others. For months both of them have been trying to gain the courage to approach me sitting alone by myself. Learned that Ivana Ventnor, whose father is one of my parents’ business lawyers, and Lilian Thornes, who both work for my parents as consultants. Throughout talking, each of us becomes fast friends. We talked about my obsession with wearing all of those formal dresses everywhere. How it started with wanting to be that Disney princess that has gotten out of hand. We talked to each of them about their ups and downs. Discussed the possibility of talking with my parents about dropping wearing dresses to school and being like everyone else. We concluded it is the end part of the fourth semester. To continue wearing those dresses, just be more approachable. Then I felt comfortable telling them that little secret, I have been dealing with for months now. Told them about the daydreaming episodes that happen just about anywhere during the day. When I started to get worried that my new friends were to simply walk away, during the long silence. I could see them talking with each other and looking at something on their phones. Now really feel like some freak and considering finding another corner to hide in. When Ivana said, “A few months ago, with my dad, he gave me access to one of his legal databases to assist him with some research. Both of us were doing some searches and we found something you might find interesting.” She handed me her phone with some legal documents listed and had me select the link listed by Tami Smithers. Ivana broke down that link and said, “Tami while during her first year at one of the colleges in one of the New England States. The status of being permanently nude under the status by claiming it falls under religious freedom.” Hearing what she was telling me, I couldn’t fully understand how that is even possible or if what we read is even legal. What I knew was that formal dress, was not only uncomfortable, it was getting unbearably warm. Already passed her phone back, I could see their concerned looks toward me. While I was attempting to find a comfortable position, my mind wondered about the possibility of my stripping nude right at that table. Felt like somehow everything I had on was drenched in itching powder. Feeling some sweat on my forehead and under my dress was only making my discomfort even worse. Didn’t notice that Lilian left me alone with just Ivana caressing my hands. Standing before me, was my concerned mother listening to what I told them. Followed by what both of them witnessed following learning of the possibility under religious beliefs. I watched both girls rubbing the back of my dress as mom read the same legal link. Seeing that she finished reading, by more frequently looking up. We're getting extremely nervous about what she will say. Then as she handed the phone back, mom looked at me and smiled. Then she said something that nearly gave me a heart attack. My mom said, “you want to start wearing nothing?” Looking at both of my new friends' mouths fully open, I knew they must have heard what I believe mom said. I considered standing up and changed my mind before getting up. Looking directly into mom’s eyes. “I said, you want me to… get nude?” Mom changed her posture and leaned back into the chair looking both at me and the other two. Unsure what to think, pulling on the dress fabric to get a little more comfortable. Lilian whispered into my ears, “I am sure Ivana would agree. If you take everything off, I’ll join you with those beliefs of living free.” The following minutes felt like seconds, feeling the zipper behind my back coming loose. Couldn’t explain the relief sensation that swept over me as each of them helped lift me off the chair enough for the dress to fully drop to the floor. While one of them unzipped my dress they unstrapped my bra. Now only wearing my panties that were burning my skin. I felt paralyzed sitting almost naked before my mother watching everything happening in complete silence. Not fully understanding what was happening around me, watch as both of my new friends I only really got to know. A few hours ago, both were undressing next to me. Both of the girls looked away from everyone else in the room, including my mom. None of them noticed some people walking toward us. Wanting to get their attention I moved my hands in the directions. Learned that those that approached us were both of the girl's parents. Ivana’s mom said, “Nichole”, my mom’s name. During the explanation of the events leading up to them pulling off my dress and them removing their dresses before they arrived. I watched each of them finish undressing. Leaving just me sitting here with those panties. Feeling some great sense of confidence, I stood up and pushed my panties down, and felt the best cooling sensation I haven't felt in years. Around that time, dad joined us as a group of adults with us three soon-to-be Juniors. Somehow, we all have moved away from that table with our discarded clothing. Did feel strange only holding my small handbag. Guessing, if what we read is real. Mine and possibly the other two lives will never be the same. Chapter 2 – New Beliefs All I could do was stare at mom in disbelief that she asked me to wear nothing. My first reaction should be that that brunt statement is showing some signs of embarrassment. For some reason, that could be with all that happened over the past months. With my getting more frequent visions of me being casually nude just about everywhere. I was completely unsure how to answer that bold question of if I wanted to take everything off out here before everyone in this ballroom. Something that should be embarrassing and wouldn’t even dream of it before those nude visions. At this moment, every fabric of this formal dress feels like it is drenched in itching powder and hot sauce. Do know that the two classmates from the academy, I finally was able to become friends. Are both staring at my mother in full disbelief with their mouths wide open in shock? Not in my wildest dreams or during any of my daydreaming. Did I ever imagine my prim and proper mother? Would in a million years ask her daughter that question? Unsure if I heard mom correctly, I said back, “did you say, start wearing nothing?” Mom stood up from the chair and said, “Your dad and I noticed how you were showing many signs of discomfort. Been checking with our staff, if you have mentioned anything to them and they said no. Not sure if you noticed it or not, but we changed the detergent to a milder formula with no results. Our staff and we have been asking you about what you were feeling and anything we could do to help.” Listening to my mom expressing some concerns and seeing that I was battling some unknowns. I Am relieved with my parents' hectic work schedules and relying heavily on the house staff to fill in the gaps. Both of them showed down enough to see how I was doing and feeling. Mom continued, “I felt that if you considered adopting this religious belief of always being in the nude. We have the resources to fight this at the United States Supreme Court if we need to. Following your friends showing the legal document and briefing me on how you've been feeling lately.” For once, I simply waited to let mom speak out her thoughts without interrupting her. Somehow, I am glad I told those two classmates my deep secret about how I was feeling and seeing. Hoping until after this evening, my parents do not change their mind and have me admitted into some nuthouse. Feeling more relieved following mom leaving us girls here. What followed mom’s leaving, was on me more than anything else how far to take this idea. Looking around at the others around the ballroom have thinned out more. Counting there now less than twenty left besides us three. While taking in everything from what mom said, and everything else. My first reaction would be to simply excuse myself and undress into something more comfortable. To be honest with me, lately over the past month of having those nude visions. Every night's garment has been uncomfortable wearing. Resulting in some difficulty falling asleep and until now, being too nervous sleeping nude. Referring to the avalanche of thoughts rushing through my head. I am seriously considering the thought of making some grand posturing. Getting up to my feet, made some speech, and removed everything. Before all of the remaining adults and family that are still in this ballroom. Unsure what to think, pulling on the dress fabric, trying to get a little more comfortable. I said the unthinkable to both Lilian and Ivana. I said, “I need to be fully nude and free of this and everything else. I need you to help me grab everyone's attention and begin to nicely remove everything from my body.” Lilian rubbed my arm and asked me if I was sure about this and I shook my head yes. Was gaining different degrees of feeling uneasy and signs of being embarrassed by what was in play. Over the past few weeks, my mind played games with me, seeing me both nude and clothed. I have been relying more heavily on the house staff, so I didn't accidentally step out nude. Hoping to follow this grand announcement of going free of all clothing. Those nude visions will go away and never come back. The following seconds felt like hours standing before everyone in the center part of the room. Listening to both girls summarizing everything about what I was going through. The considerations of adopting that belief of living free of all forms of garments. We’re doing our best to push every ounce of courage I could find to look as confident as possible. When the room filled up with applause following the girl's little speech on my behalf. Then I felt the real reality slamming me. As I felt my zipper behind my back slowly coming loose. Feeling some great sense of relief as it fell to the floor. Only for the discomfort being switched more to the other garments remaining on me. Lifting my arms as both of them pulled the slip up over me. Followed by one unclasping my bra and the other lowering down to pull my panties off. This left me standing before everyone in just my dress shoes and the hairpins holding my hair up. The one that pulled my panties off, assisted me with undoing each shoe and stockings. Ivana was standing behind me working to let my hair fall free. Finally leaving me standing before everyone for the first time in my true national state. Couldn’t explain all of the relief sensations that had swept over me as each piece of fabric left my body. It also comes with the realization that this might be the last time I will ever be covered in any type of fabric. I felt paralyzed standing there looking at everyone looking and studying every corner of my nude body. Fully transfixed on some simple glass sitting on the table before me, when it was snapped back to reality. Following some claps. Looking over both shoulders, stood both of my new friends equally naked with their formal dresses and accessories scattered on the ballroom floor. Being fully lost for words, the room filled up with applause, along with calming comments. As each of us embraced into one group hug giving each other quick kisses. Following our little embrace, I followed the other two that were showing more acceptance of this new idea than I was currently feeling. As some that were in there for our grand undressing have left. Walked toward where my parents were standing. Along with four other adults, I am assuming that each of my friends' parents. Again, feeling uneasy about formally meeting my classmates’ parents for the first time while being fully nude. I turned around to see if our clothes were still there. I didn’t realize it until all eyes were on me. I made some loud gasping sounds after witnessing the staff stuffing our clothes into huge garbage bags. Chapter 3 - Reality Beliefs I was feeling more embarrassed about gasping, than my state of dress. I have come to the realization that whatever power is. For whatever reason following this point in my young life, I came to the acceptance this will be my new normal. The three of us are standing somewhat close to the adults and my parents talking. That I couldn’t make out what any of them were saying. Getting tired of standing, I sat down at the nearest table. Both Ivana and Lilian pulled up a chair on both sides of me. Looked at both of them and said, “Why…”. Unsure about my future, it was never my intention for either of those girls to be placed in the same situation. Of publicly stripping alongside me. What I do know, is that decision about our futures. Is now in the hands of each of the adults standing near us. Lilian told me something I was guessing but couldn’t fully understand why they both followed me into removing everything. At the table, she said, “Both of us agreed at the moment you got up to undress before everyone. Neither of us wanted you to take this journey to permanently nude alone. Since it was a combo of both of us giving the possibility of that happening. Now all of us have to wait for each of our parents to decide our fates.” In the following minutes, wait for the parent's finish talking. All of us trying to take attention off of our crazy decisions to undress before everyone. Now leaving it up to the adults to chart out our next path. Not sure about what I know now are my real true friends. Truly feeling sitting here naked on these plastic folding chairs. Something I cannot understand, I now feel more comfortable like this than in any of those dresses I have worn since I was little. Wasn’t sure what the time was, just that everyone else besides our parents have all left. My bare butt was about to get up when I saw the adults walking toward us. We all watched as they grabbed chairs to sit with us. Following my friend's parents formally introducing me to them. Lilian's mom spoke first, “What took us so long, we were consulting with some associates about what all of you girls are wanting. The question I need from each of you is, please be honest. Legally stating, the final decisions likely cannot be ever reversed. Each of us will not spare any expenses or time to live free of all clothing. Under the principal beliefs of religious freedom.” I said while standing up, “Yes, I have been daydreaming of me being this way.” Stretched out my back, then sat down finally not caring how I sat. This wasn’t my intention to stand, both of the others followed my lead. The only difference, was before Ivana, was asked to grab her phone and hand it to her mother. We watched several of them reading the link I read earlier. Then my mom said to me and the others, “Ladies, once each of you returns to your rooms. You will notice some changes have been made by each of our staff. We removed all clothing, including your dressers from the rooms. On your beds, we left the mattress flat sheet and your pillows. All other bedding was eliminated, to ensure it complies with the previous decision. Each of you has agreed upon the following until we can file the legal paperwork. Each of you is comfortable with that decision.” Watch as the other looks at me while replying with yes. While I said yes to mom's question. I also replied, “Mom, it will take some time to get used to sleeping that way. If I no longer own any dresses or anything else to wear. What about the school from this Monday onward?” Looking at both of the girls with saucer eyes. Wasn’t sure which father said this, “I have already sent the emails to all of the academy boards of directors. With one of the directors already replying. That board member replied with it under their religious beliefs. She would have no issues with any of you being as you are on Monday morning. Ladies, following watching each of you taking the stance to be like you are now. Us as your parents. Need to accept the understanding, each of you is in agreement, we need to accept that.” The few conversations that followed before we all were ready to leave. Before I went upstairs, both of my new friends went home. We exchanged contacts. Walking upstairs with mom, I asked her about the dresses we all wore. Wasn’t sure if I heard it correctly. I asked mom to repeat it. What mom told me, “Those and the rest of the clothes each of you are going to be destroyed.” Saying good night, enter the bedroom. First, I looked at my huge closet. Gone are half a dozen clothing racks that were taking up the spare jointed room. Felt strange and the realization of knowing how final that grand decision had. Laying down on the bed, I text both of my now best friends a good night. Get a reply back from them. Lilian said, “tomorrow morning will be interesting attending church naked.” Ivana replied almost as bad, “she is going to visit one of her grandparents.” Replied, wasn’t sure what was planned. It’s Sunday and looking down at my bare front. Was shocked at how fast I fell asleep without anything covering me. The first thing I noticed in my bathroom near the shower, was the shelf that used to be filled with towels, only left with smaller hand towels. Bringing some reality to that crazy decision I ultimately made with my new friends. Entering back in my room, I was surprised by mom along with the two-house assistants who assisted me. Sitting down on the edge of my bed waiting for me. Following morning each of them, mom asked me how my night went and if I was comfortable. Then mom told me what was planned this afternoon. Remembering those text messages, about planning on attending church and visiting her grandparents in the nude. Mom said, “Your dad just got off the phone with the academy board of directors and she has no issues. For legal purposes, she has arranged an emergency meeting for this afternoon with all of the directors and staff. They have asked to state what you said last night to everyone. Both Lilian and Ivana will be with you during that meeting.” Looking back at last night seems like a blur, leading up to that decision to strip off everything. Never imagined that split decision would lead me again in less than twenty-four hours. Would end up thrusting my nude self again before another group of adults. Just like last night, many of them I have never met before and likely never get to meet again. Pulling out my desk chair, and sitting down facing them. I said to mom, a little nervous, “are you ok with the split decision to remove everything.” Ensuring my back is straight and my legs positioned to not conceal. Trying to show that I was going to stand by my stance last night and hang on to what she is about to say. Mom glanced over at both of the staff and me. Mom said, “Your dad and I support your decision to take up that belief. Due to the nature of that decision you and your friends made last night. Each of us parents will ensure all of our resources.” “You can practice your religious beliefs of being free of all forms of clothing. Before we proceed with this and continue, allow us to follow through. I will need to sign an agreement of understanding. I asked Joleen and Kath to be here to witness” I watched as both assistants left the room, leaving me alone with mom. Mom asked me to sit next to her, followed by sitting back down. I said, “mom, with all those nude visions I was having over the past months. Was worried that you or dad would think something was wrong with me and send me off to someplace. Guessing with all of those visions, when you made that suggestion to get nude. I didn’t fully reject the idea of actually doing what I ended up doing. Mom, I am standing behind my decision and asking you to be hard.” Mom ran her fingers through my hair and replied, “I know, you are a very smart girl making one of your first major decisions. Not going to be easy and expect some quick reactions that do not agree. We will need you to gain some thick skin and will not allow anyone to trample on your beliefs. We will be hard on you to stand your ground. Be prepared following this public emergency academy board meeting email to other of your classmate's parents. That email makes its way to the local or national media.” Chapter 4 - Religious Belief Mom was brushing my hair when her phone buzzed with a text message. She said, “your friends are downstairs in the breakroom. If you want to take a quick shower, I’ll let them know you are coming down.” I said, “thanks mom, be down in a few” as she walked out. It's going to feel strange again, casually walking nude downstairs. When it dawned on me if my friends were going to be signing the same agreement. Would mean the possibility of more people having seen them naked than me. I didn’t consider those facts when I said good night last night of them being nude. Stepping into the shower adjusting the temperature. I decided to see how cold I could stand, which wasn’t much. Stepping out, it took about two small towels to dry everything but my hair. With the help of the third one, it was dry enough not to get water everywhere. I was greeted by two naked ladies upon entering the break room. I have to ask this question to both those questions on why they still wanted to continue on that path of always being nude. For me, the second following hearing about a possible path to address those visions I have been having. If it would mean that I never wear clothes again, that will be my life from this point forward. Sitting down following getting some food from the counter, we all sat down together. I asked that burning question to both of them, “Both of you know my reasoning for me continuing on this path to adopting that belief you read or something else that would allow me to remain unclothed. Following leaving here last night along with your parents, did any of you reconsider this, and why are you both still nude?” Both girls looked at each other. Lilian answered my question first, “Have to admit, my initial thoughts were to assist you with your undressing. When I noticed Ivana unzipping her dress, my thoughts were on undressing with both of you. Not until after you both stated the reasoning speech, I began considering the possibilities. Hearing what you both said, I sort of repeated some and winged the rest. The car following pulled into the street. Mom leaned back and told me we are going to stop to talk about your decision at that diner just up the street.” Ivana interrupted, “what”. For me, I was feeling back for bringing those visions up to them. If only I kept my damn mouth shut, my new friend wouldn’t have found herself in that situation. Lilian adjusted herself and continued, “Mom asked me to wait in the car, to check if they had any issues with me. Entering the diner felt strange with enough customers there watching my every move. Felt very embarrassed being there, but I kept on pushing forward to the table smack in the middle of the main room. Following our talk, I decided this is what I wanted.” Ivana said, “She decided to follow reading that legal decision and those few words my mom said. Once she realized I was going through with the undressing. She decided that nakedness will be the only thing she wears. Following leaving, we went straight home. Did I have to spend about an hour trying to convince them that she wasn’t stripping naked because I did?” We talked for about another fifteen minutes when our parents appeared with three legal-size folders. Ivana's dad said, “ladies as you have all been briefed by one of your parents. In the documents, we present you to review and sign.” “States that all of us before you, including all of our resources, will ensure that each of you is free and your rights are not fringed to practice your beliefs of being free of clothing. In the statement of agreement, you are legally signing along with us your guardians. You agree to practice and live as if you are fully granted the right to be permanently nude under your religious beliefs.” Besides the others, glancing at what they are reading, outside of our names is the same agreement. Reading basically what they told us with legal talk and signing it. One of the adults gathered up the paperwork and we watched them sign it. Then handed those documents to some older lady who left. Said to the other, “nudies, while we wait for it time to leave. What are you interested in?” When Lilian asked, “know where the basketball is.” Wasn’t sure, but asked one of the staff. When the adults came out to the driveway. Ivana was winning by two points. Kind of glad it’s time to leave, I hate missing hoops. Thinking I am coming to terms with my decision. Felt like playing naked hoops visible from the street. Is something to prepare me for what is about to happen. In the SUV, mom asked, “where are you winning, we all watch each of us taking turns throwing the ball. We are shocked at how quickly each of you has progressed. To all be fully willing and throwing hoops in the nude.” Think about it, she's right about how fast all of us have adopted this. Making up my mind, this is the body I was born with. Everything is where it should be on my body. Nothing that I should be ashamed about others seeing. Noticed last night a few before they left kept on staring at us. Got to put in my mind that some will do that and I just need to get used to it. Looking out of the windows, I noticed that we passed the academy building we attended wondering where we were heading to. When mom said, “some changes in venue due to Sunday services. One of the academy directors was able to rent out one of the screens at the megaplex theater near the mall off Main Street. Once we all gather outside, the theater crew will open one side lobby door to the smaller theater we will be using for the meeting.” Sitting back in my seat, I could see every bit of confidence I had slipping away. To crawl into some small corner and never come out again. The funny thing about the way I am thinking is. I could see myself crawling into that tiny hole, without a bit of fabric on me. Whatever power to be, even in my thoughts I no longer see myself with anything. Parents pulling into the crowded mall parking lot, I could see several people gathering around the theater entrance. Mom said after seeing my worried face, “please take a big breath, you can do this.” Easier for her to say, I thought. Watching out the window as dad was driving closer to the main entrance area, I spotted every empty parking slot passed. Wishing he doesn’t have the idea of dropping me off nude before that crowd. At that point, I was completely on my own in front of everyone. Guessing it was around seven or eight last night that I made my first real public strip down. Was starting to have second thoughts about this exposure thing. I knew this would be difficult but I never thought it would be this fast to be thrust into it this fast. Dad started slowing down to the curbside, I knew it was now or never. Of what was left, I gathered up the little I had to put on the best. Then at the glance, I saw mom getting out and it was like something hit me straight on. My mother was standing outside of my door butt as naked as I was. I was dumbfounded, as she helped me out of the door. Was transfixed on my mom being out there before the crowds fully nude. For once, after stepping out of my parent's SUV, I felt fully dressed in the invisible dress I am showing off for the first time. Chapter 5 - Board Brief Still very shell-shocked that mom was being undressed and all of the attention was on us. I was very overwhelmed and was relieved mom was with me to embrace. Could hear the chatter shift to the two other vehicles that pulled up. Where I saw both of the mothers that were equally nude assisting my friends out. For the second most of the attention was off me, mom whispered, “The moms signed the same document.” With all the chatter, it was hard to hear her. Was finding it hard to understand why mom was a professional woman and agreed with this. Standing out there before everyone, I am glad all of the attention is not just on me. A few minutes later, I was back with my friends waiting. Not paying attention to any of the comments or snap that have been taken of me. If I want to pursue living this new lifestyle of pure nudity everywhere. The feeling I need to live by nothing about my body that is currently visible is considered taboo. Watched as more people gathered around us and our parents. Kind of shielding us from the noisy crowds and comments. When the side door opened and we all started walking past everyone looking, commenting, and having their phones up. I followed some girl in uniform that guided the moms and us to a group of chairs with folded towels waiting. Repositioned the towel and saw the others do the same before sitting down. For this emergency academy meeting being scheduled at such short notice. Was shocked at the number of people that were piling in. Watched as the staff worked lifting the screen and prepping the stage with tables and chairs. Followed by several individuals I only saw pictures around the office and in the booklet gathering up there. A few of them like the academy principal and a few others I did know. Lilian was sitting between us girls and said to me, “Are you feeling good about this idea?” Seeing some doubt in her voice, just as I and Ivana likely. I said what I thought about getting out, “I was looking as if we all were wearing beautiful invisible dresses like the real ones we had on last night.” That brought a huge smile to her and I watched her share that with Ivana, followed by another glowing smile. In the back of my mind those visions, I was having and likely will continue. Just this time for real and has managed to drag others with it. Seeing more finding their seats on the stage. Hearing the microphone check and the position of the podium. I knew things were getting real with the possibility of us doing that nightmare of walking the hallways of the school butt naked. The first part of the meeting was on the legality of the proposal of us attending classes under the established laws. I didn't understand most of it. Getting to our new religious beliefs Ivana's dad was at the podium. Talked about The First Amendment which protects and grants us the freedom to practice our beliefs. He then asked us all, our mothers, to stand and face everyone. He followed with, “my wife Livian and the mothers of all our daughters have taken up those religious beliefs of living free of all types of fabric. Please allow our daughters the freedom to practice their beliefs.” Following him leaving the stage, the room filled with applause and some shouting. What followed was several more discussions from different people justifying it and about some of the repercussions of us following those beliefs. I was finding it hard to follow the direction the meeting was going. Was thinking about many other places I would rather be than here. Following hearing my name and my friends, I looked up at the person talking. I was our principal, Mitchel, he called each of us to the stage. Feeling knots in my stomach again, thinking to myself over again about that invisible dress. Up to the spot, he asked us to stand. In a low voice, he asked each of us how much we wanted this. Without thinking about discussing, it with the others, I said, “we all want this more than anything.” Followed by looking over at my friend's reactions. He went back to the mic to say, “In the upcoming board vote, I am asking each of you to grant these brave ladies before us to allow them to follow what they believe in. According to their parents, each of them has decided this is the path they choose to live.” I was having mixed feelings standing there before everyone like this as the room filled up with applause again, only louder than before. Then to my surprise, just about everyone came to their feet. As I followed the other two back down to our seats in the first roll. It felt strange embracing the other moms in the bare skin before seating. Followed some more boring talk before the most important votes of our new journey to being permanently nude in this clothed world. Leading up to the board members' votes. Was considering the possibility of them denying us attending classes naked. That would mean I would have to attend the rest of this year and next just online classes. When the unthinkable happened, with a vote of six to zero we were granted the right to practice that strange religion that I will now be living among all of my classmates tomorrow. Not a bit ready for tomorrow morning facing them all with those dresses. That has gotten me several unwanted comments directed to me by some. Being fully aware of the place of this meeting is one of the largest megaplex theaters in our community. Doesn’t help the anxiety feeling of facing all of them leaving this place without confronting others. My attention is on those side doors to make the great getaway. Knowing the following series of decisions that have been made. Those decisions are no longer that easy to slip out without gaining someone's attention. Following hearing that the meeting has been adjourned and those on the stage started disbursing. The moms and we were bombarded with hugs, handshakes, and positive comments. The most common was about our bravery and that they couldn’t do it. Near around that time, most had exited the room, and we all followed the parents into the hallway down to the lobby. Thankfully it wasn't as crowded as earlier. It wasn’t until we exited the lobby doors the bombardment happened. Just as mom warned me earlier in my room about the possibility of the media standing there filming everything. Following the direction of some group of adults helped guide all of us, including our parents into a large van waiting at the same curve. Sitting down on the bench, I realized that the towel was left on the chair. As we drove out of the parking lot in the direction away from the academy and our homes. I glanced at the others with the same bewildered look wondering where we were heading. The lady up in the passenger seat said, “Congratulations on being able to practice and live by your new religious beliefs as you see fit. We are taking you to another public place away across town.” Unsure what she was talking about and was too afraid to ask. Trying to take my attention on where or whom we are heading to. Engaged in small conversations between us girls discussing various topics. Trusting those around us are protecting us and seeing how relaxed my parents were sitting on the bench ahead of us. Was unsure, but feel it's something we can handle. Lilian's mom leaned forward and said, “ladies, we are going to be the guest of honor at the Baldwins Ball. We arranged for our stylists to meet us there to doll us up minus the actual dresses and shoes.” That was not something I was that excited about attending another formal ball. Especially this huge formal ball that I have unwillingly been to way too many times before. While my thoughts were on that ball, I got a nudge and glanced over at the phone. Under the headlines, ‘Naked in School. Private Charter School Board Approves under Religious Beliefs’. Below the headlines are several uncensored pictures of us entering and leaving the theater. Checking my phone, I was blasted with text and social media messages. From why more than I know. Until last night, I haven’t made any real friends. Looking at some of their names, I have no idea who they are or how they got my number. Looking on social media, I looked at several of us, somewhere uncensored and the others. Ivana said, “many of the comments are from closed-minded individuals. Others are downright nasty.” Looking around at the others, nearly everyone was looking at their phone. Discussing with each other what they are looking at on their devices. Getting out of the van at the ball parking lot. We all were greeted by some of those that were on the stage. Seeing our SUV parked beside the van. The adults felt to pack us all in there to get out of that media mess. Seeing how crazy it was outside of the megaplex, was glad they thought of that. Tomorrow morning, wouldn’t be surprised if we see one or two of the media. Chapter 6 - Nude Ballroom Felt a weird feeling from the cool air all over, reminding me of my lack of those dresses. Us girls walked ahead of the parents that were more interested in the conversations. Then just as we were about to enter, some group of girls already dolled up and crowded before us. One of them turned to us and called us, “poor naked sluts.” I was angered, Ivana looked stunned and Lilian took it the hardest. I could see tears in her eyes as the two of us did what we could to comfort her until the parents got closer. I do not care what that thought of us, being naked doesn’t make us a slut. Ivana and I gave space for the adults to console Lilian. Ivana asked me, “Are you taking this public exposure well.” Giving it some thought, I replied, “coming to terms, this is my life without clothes.” We could see that she was beginning to calm down some more. Ivana answered the question she asked me, “it’s just thread and fabric, clothes don’t define me.” After giving each other needed hugs, Lilian's mom asked us, “do you guys still want to attend this…” I was waiting for Lilian to answer, and her reply, “if you asked me before those… passed us, I would have answered no. Now I want to face each of them nude and proud. To show them that you do not need to be wearing those fancy dresses to look fabulous.” Guessing it was everything that has happened today, that pushed her to the limits. I know from all of the unwanted dress comments, I have had for most of my school years. Have taught me not to take what people say personally. Something hard to deal with, was when some kids in the class I thought were my friends. Was saying nasty things about me to others and it made it back to me. Especially reading the online comments and what we overhead outside of the theater, not sure which comments were worse. Know one thing, the following months the three of us were at school and elsewhere nude. Likely one of the hardest months in our lives to survive from standing up to those beliefs I still do not fully understand. About to enter with the rest, when mom stopped me from entering with the rest that went upstairs. Mom said, “I decided to ask Joleen to stay on as your assistant with your hair and makeup for events like tonight, she will be here any minute.” Had to say, “why, MOM!”, when I saw her stepping out of her car butt ass naked and opening the back hatch. Waiting for her to get closer, mom answered, “ask her after she touches me up.” Followed by mom greeting her and we headed to the elevator. Stepping into the elevator, I wondered how those visions managed to get what I know five to lose the ability to get dressed and now the possibility of six. If only I kept those visions a secret, this all wouldn’t happen. Instead, I would be wearing one of those dresses like everyone else. I found some towels and sat down waiting for Joleen to finish up touches with mom’s makeup and hair. Then I watched her bare butt leave the room after saying that I look great. While Joleen was making mom look fancier, dealing with us being nude. I was daydreaming again about walking the school hallways. Seen me looking down and seeing that I was, well naked. Others around me complimented me as I passed them for some reason. Must have been so into my thoughts, I didn’t even see my mom leave. I felt hands undying the hair that I braided this morning being undone. Joleen moved as she was standing before me, “see you were having one of your visions.” I was taken aback by the way she said that. Before last night, do not recall telling anyone about those visions. Giving her a strange look as she let my hair flow down past my breast. She followed with, “I see you do not remember the small talks we've been having over the past several months, about those visions of you being naked nearly everywhere.” For the best of me, I do not remember ever saying anything during those short bursts of time she has been making me look my best. Following some makeup touching, it appeared as if she was nearly done with my face. He asked me if I wanted to get full nude makeup. Since this is my first real day undressed like this. Clueless on what she was asking, I said yes. Asked to stand by the chair, she applied some blush powder on my chest, arms, back, and legs. It felt odd having makeup applied to other places on my body, I trust that she knows what she is doing. Back into the chair, to fix the hair. Joleen said, “This morning following seeing me wearing your best. She asked my mom if she signed the same agreement as my assistant as needed. She understood the conditions of that agreement were a lifestyle choice, not conditions of employment.” Trying to wrap my head around why she would do that. I just hope she didn’t do it because I wanted her to be naked. At the moment, I cannot see my future without being like this. Relating to the board meeting, I see little wiggle room for Lilian or Ivana to return to wearing clothes again. I feel there is nothing to prevent our mothers or Joleen from returning to wearing something. Looking at myself in the mirror at the wonderful job she did with my hair and makeup. Getting up as she started putting stuff back into her wheeled huge bag, she carries everything in. I said, “you do not have to sign that contract for me. Last night, when my decision was made this was what I wanted. Never considered that both of my new friends followed me undressing. Then with our mothers and you. If it was up to me, I would want everyone including you to go back to wearing clothes.” Joleen took a seat on the towel that I left on the chair. Watching as she positioned herself away, I was able to see all of her. “She has known me since I was very young. Now that I am on the verge of adulthood, she has known me to stand by my principles. If that requires me to do what I did last night. Not shy about picking the most difficult path, like being fully nude among those that do not do it.” She then said after getting up and tossing the towel in the bin, “Signed that agreement, to show me she supports my beliefs.” Heading down with her to the ground level and saying bye to her. That convinced them she was making this lifestyle choice for the right reasons and not simply to be just my naked hair and makeup stylist. Stepping onto the ballroom floor, even after seeing the neck up looking superb. It is almost impossible not to be aware that everything else about me is fully exposed. Fully aware of the blurriness of my reality, I feel that my best course is to make it through tonight into the first day naked in school. Is to see myself wearing one of those past formal dresses. Only this time, the dress is completely invisible to everyone including me. Making my way past several others that were making unwanted comments as I passed by. Most of them just stared and others couldn’t even look at me. When I get two of those rude ladies making strange faces at me. Considered several things to say and decided on, “Possibly your next ball, you could wear something like this dress. You will find it feels better on you.” Passing them, I didn’t care what they thought or had to say. But I did hear them grumbling with each other. That was satisfactory enough for making those unneeded words outside of the building. During my walk along the roles of chairs and tables near the walls. I reached the table with my friend's hair and makeup looked beautiful. Sitting on one of the chairs was a towel to sit on. With this new look tomorrow, I need to remember to keep those things to sit on in the classrooms. Our parents all sat at some table closer to the wall, giving us girls room so we couldn’t overhear each other’s conversations. While more people arrived in those fancy dresses and tuxedos, none of them were wearing our skin dresses. Followed by the dimming of the lights and the music, the evening has begun. We all sat there and watched several groups of individuals perform various dances. All of them scattered throughout the dance floor performing their signature dances. That was followed by a general dance to various songs. We saw several of the teens dancing away, neither of us was that ready to venture out there. The serving of the main course was followed by some key announcements about upcoming events and balls planned. Remembering was getting more nervous the longer he talked recognizing different people's names. Then it happened, he called our last name as well as my friends. Watched as our parents came to their feet, followed by us three. Standing there with the whole room looking at my naked body. The only thing I could see myself wearing was nothing, gone was that pretend dress I had on me. Then out of nowhere three older teens in tuxedos appeared and grabbed my hands and the others to the dance floor. Know how to formal dance and mostly followed his lead around the room. Enjoying my time, I could see that pretend dress back on me flowing around as we moved. Looking over my shoulders, I could see more and more people dancing beside us. The guy I was dancing with asked me if I was dressed this way normally. Feeling great about myself, I proudly replied yes. Just as the slower music began. He asked me if I wanted to continue dancing, with a definite yes. I learned little about him, his name is Luke and he is a senior at the public school near where we live. Following that dance we both exchanged numbers and he gave me a quick kiss as he left. For the remainder of that evening, I was convinced by the number of times each of us was asked to dance. Most of those that asked us to dance with the typical answer yes. Were males with some females asking us to dance with them? We all didn’t say much after that, since we have school and the parents got work tomorrow. Following us girls' goodbyes and getting in for the rides back home. Nearly before we pulled up our driveway, I was asked how my day went. The response was, “could be one of my best days in some time.” If I saw any of those nude visions during the day, it didn’t matter. Knowing going into the difficult tomorrow, I am wearing the best assortment of invisible clothes money could ever buy. The End

Jackie's Rules by Dreming_Alice_ Jackie's Rules Pt. 07 Wednesday. Jackie awoke, feeling groggy and disoriented. She grasped for the usual spot she kept her phone, but her hand met an empty table. Immediately more awake she fumbled for the spot on the wall where the charger plugged in and traced the cable all the way to its termination, finally making contact with her phone on the floor next to her bed. Flipping it over and squinting with one eye, she discovered it was still early, 4:03 AM. She must have slept right through... Had Alice carried her to bed? Starting to come round from what must have been a deep sleep, Jackie decided that there wasn't much point in going back to sleep. She usually felt worse if she did. Her eyes growing more accustomed to her phone's light, she began to scroll through social media, but quickly became bored. She opened the notes page on her phone and read through the list of her rules, realizing as she read number 22, now was the perfect time to wash her "Uniform". She had been putting it off, but she now had to steel herself to wear the dirty thong, so something had to be done. She grabbed a few extra clothes to make the was worthwhile and padded to the door; Pausing for courage momentarily, before stepping into the hall totally naked. The building felt still and quiet as Jackie tiptoed along the cold floor of her level. She had to get to the end of this stretch, then turn 90 degrees to the left, before traversing a slightly longer corridor to It's very end, where the laundry room was. She walked, slowly, timidly, quietly. One step at a time and jumping at every minor sound, Jackie made her way to the corner and peered round. Hearing a minor noise behind her was the last straw, she sprinted for the laundry room, almost crashing into it with the basket, but coming to a controlled enough stop to open the door reasonably quietly. She clicked it shut behind her and dropped to her knees. It wasn't even time to get up and her heart was already racing, she contemplated her situation as she stood up and began to load the washer. She needed to find a way to manage her rules better, she had to get on top. Jackie slumped on the plastic chair in the corner of the room and began to read through her rules thoroughly on her seemingly dimmer phone screen: 1. Wake up every day at 05:30. 2. Run every Weekday Morning. 3. Go to the Gym with Alice Every Saturday 4. Play tennis twice a week. 5. No using Elevators. 6. No shoes in my apartment. 7. Always walk to class, don't use the bus. 8. Don't lock dorm room when I am in, so Alice Can enter. 9. When dressing myself, seek approval from Alice(selfie or in person). 10. No using antiperspirant deodorant. 11. When Alice gives me an order, I should always call her Ma'am. 12. On Fridays, I will study in the library, wearing my princess plug a with my panties round my ankles. 13. If I'm not wearing any underwear, I must not wear shoes in the apartment block. 14. No orgasms on weekdays 15. No orgasms without verbal permission from Alice 16. No orgasms in the apartment building 17. When I sit at my desk I must be sat on my largest dildo 18. Whenever & wherever I study, my panties must be round my ankles. 19. I will wear a butt plug during all classes. 20. I will never wear a butt plug and panties at the same time. 21. I must wear a uniform when in our dorm rooms: Over knee socks, thong and neck tie. 22. When I wash my uniform I must remain naked until it is dry. 23. For every hour of study, I must take a break and edge. 24. I must never be late to Miss Carlson's Class and will always sit in the front row. 25. I must not wear sports bras as well as another top. 26. I must not shave my pubis. Shaving below is fine. Jackie read the list four times, trying to find ways she could optimize her days to more easily complete the rules. As a side note, she thought if she got more efficient, then Alice would give her more rules. The realization brought her momentarily back to the here and now, a here where she was naked in the laundry room and a now where she found herself subconsciously rubbing her pussy gently and rhythmically. She didn't stop, and she didn't change pace, but her thoughts turned to current matters, she looked at the timer on the washer and realised it had over an hour left, it was now 4:45 and Jackie had to go for her run by 6am, or She'd be late for class. The rule stated she had to remain naked until her uniform was clean and dry, the socks would be soaked coming out of the washer, even with a spin! She couldn't run naked! Panic rising in her, Jackie messaged Alice. "Please may I have an exception to rule 22 Ma'am? I fucked up." Alices reply took 5 minutes. "I was asleep, what?" With shaking hands, Jackie took a deep breath and typed out her situation, how she'd started laundry and was naked in the laundry room and how she wouldn't be able to go for her run if she had to remain naked. Alice was taken aback, stunned by how seriously Jackie was taking the rules. She didn't think Jackie was ready for a naked run. No matter how quiet and dark it might be this early in the morning. There had to be a middle ground... "Meet me in the parking garage." 15 minutes later, Alice walked into the parking garage, dressed for the day. She realised she wouldn't get back to sleep, but this should be fun. Jackie was leaning on Alice's car, looking pensively at the elevator doors as they opened. But she didn't hide. Alice smirked, she looked like a rabbit in the headlights. She didn't speak until she was toe to toe with Jackie, and then she leaned in and whispered "ready for some track laps?" Jackie nearly cried. "Oh god, please no... I can't.. What if... Can I... please?" Alice grinned ear to ear. "6 laps of the garage, and we'll call it even." Jackie visibly deflated. The tension leaving her body all at once. "I can do that." She didn't even seem to see how daring that was, just the reassurance that she didn't have to go outside was enough. She smiled at Alice and set off. Totally naked. Barefoot, with her soft skin reflecting the morning light. Alice timed and watched the athletic girl run confidently round the large space, admiring every detail of the figure she was helping create and thinking of ways to mold it to her liking... After 10 laps, Alice allowed Jackie to stop. Her feet were sore from running on the hard tarmac, and she was well and truly out of breath. She hadn't wanted to slow up at all in front of Alice. Alice led the sweaty girl back to their rooms and stood in the hall. "Sit outside your door and masturbate until your clothes are ready, then get dressed in your uniform and come see me." Jackie's stomach knotted. Outside her dorm! Until just before 6, when some people would be up! She started to open her mouth to plead, but stopped when she saw Alice's stern expression. She shrank to the floor and began rubbing her rapidly slickening cunt. For the 30 minutes Jackie sat there, lazily stroking herself, trying not to get too close to the edge, she thought about how Alice had just treat her. How she had felt small and insignificant, totally helpless. But how turned on she immediately became. She knew she had to be a bit submissive, but this felt like a revelation. The embarrassment and the shame fueled a further wave of pleasure. She found herself close to the edge now with the smallest, almost imperceptible touches. She was panting and starting to writhe when her alarm finally went off. Gathering herself slowly, she rolled to her knees and then pulled herself up, heading for the laundry room. Soon Jackie was stood outside Alice's room in her tie, thong and slightly damp long socks. Alice took her time to answer and when she did, she wore the same stern look. "You don't deserve a shower this morning." she said to the red-faced girl." Jackie almost melted. Her sweat was starting to dry, her hair was matted from that and her sleep, her thighs and half her legs were still slick from her own juices, her pussy was still practically leaking and this didn't help. She'd be a total mess for class and the worst possible thing about it, was that turned her on even more! "Yes Ma'am" was all she managed. It would soon be time for class, so Alice lead the way into Jackie's room and quickly grabbed two items of clothing, a pair of denim shorts and a cropped sweater. Clad in these, Jackie noticed a few things: Her freshly grown out pubes were nearly visible over the low waist of the shorts and the tight crotch meant the seem pressed against her pussy; the sweater was full sleeve and stopped just below her chest; but it was a heavy cable knit, it would make her sweat on the hot day, despite not covering much. She was in a horny daze as Alice handed her some ugg boots. Despite that she remembered to wait until they were outside to put them on, as she hadn't been given any underwear... The girls went their separate ways and Jackie found a quiet bathroom. Closing the stall door, she opened her bag to find an unfamiliar plug. It was shiny metal and was a ball shape far larger than any of her others, despite that it had a very discreet base, just a small circular hook, that disappeared between Jackie's cheeks when she stood up. Getting it in had been embarrassingly easy. Alice had removed the lube from her bag, but her pussy had been wet enough to lubricate the cold metal ball. Providing extra stimulation her body surely didn't need before class. Then she had relaxed her muscles and eased the thing in. Feeling incredibly full after the deed was done. Jackie arrived at Ms. Carlesons's class with 5 minutes to spare, earning her a smile from the teacher as she took her seat in the front row. Pulling out her notebook and looking across the row, she realised that barely anyone else was sat at the front of the class. She was sure that hadn't been the case last time, but perhaps she was wrong. She wanted to do well, so less distractions would be a good thing. 5 minutes passed and the lesson began. Jackie maintained perfect focus, despite feeling very uncomfortable. Her ass felt even fuller now she was sat down and her pussy lips parted a little, so the shorts pressed directly against her tender clit. Her midriff was on display which felt naughty in college and her top half was too hot, making her sweat and her whole body flush slightly pink. All she could do was focus on the class and try to push it all to the back of her mind. During this class however, she realised why no one was sat at the front. Every time Miss Carelson had a question she singled someone out on the front row. Jackie answered two questions easily and felt a huge sense of accomplishment. She really wanted to impress her favorite teacher. Ironically, Jackie seemed to be the most comfortable answering the questions, although she did have to try and ignore all the eyes she felt on her, that very much made her uneasy when she thought about it. Yet she felt the wetness in her shorts as class drew to an end. Soon Miss C was handing out homework and Jackie started to pack away her things. Looking at her phone she noticed a message from Alice. "Before you leave class, sit up straight and tie your hair back." Having filled her bag, Jackie had no reason to delay she grabbed a hair tie and with the other hand reached back, grabbing her hair in a practiced motion. It wasn't until both hands were behind her head that the cool breeze hit her sweat soaked chest. Panic immediately set in. How high had the jumper risen? Was she flashing Miss Carelson? As she finished up quickly and pulled the jumper down, she thought the Teacher would know she didn't have a bra on at the very least. She risked a glance and got a smile in return. "Don't forget your homework Jackie..." Jackie tried her best to casually return the smile as she grabbed the paper and made her exit. Her next class wasn't until later in the day, so Jackie began walking home before Alice texted her to meet in a nearby park. Soon she was approaching the taller girl and wondering what was next.. "They call this lover's clearing." Alice said gesturing around her. "The story is people have used it to have sex away from the thin walls of the dorm blocks." "There can't be any daring people at College this year, because I've always found it empty." Jackie looked around and took it in. It was a clump of trees near the corner of the park, which opened into a small grassy area no larger than her bedroom, but perfectly maintained still. She thought someone taking the effort to navigate the trees to get there and cut the grass was a funny idea. She smiled to herself. Alice broke her chain of thought "Seeing as you have awhile until your next class, you can do some homework here." "Of course, it seems quiet enough." Jackie replied. "My thoughts exactly!" Alice's wicked grin slowly grew as she looked at the puzzled girl in front of her. "Take off your clothes." Jackie only hesitated a second before complying, she'd started to trust Alice's judgement and to be honest, she was still incredibly horny from this morning's antics. Unbeknownst to her Alice had carefully tailored her morning to maintain her level of arousal. The outfit, the large plug with no lube, flashing the teacher, even the lack of a shower contributed. She knew Jackie got turned on from feeling dirty and insignificant compared to those around her. Now the naked girl in front of her looked like the perfect picture of submission. No physical restraints, just the mind of someone ready to obey, needing to be controlled. Where Jackie saw rules, Alice saw opportunities. Naked from head to toe, Jackie stood, bouncing uneasily from foot to foot. She allowed herself a brief look over her shoulder and regretted it. The trees were quite dense, but she could still make out the trails in the park beyond. Alice opened her bag for her and got out her Math text book, lay it down on the floor and instructed her to kneel in front. She then pushed her forward onto her forearms and spread her legs apart, wider than was comfortable, leaving her plugged ass facing the park. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes while you're studying." Alice explained calmly. "I'll take your bag and your phone too, so you stay focused." Jackie was mortified, but frozen in position as she heard Alice pick her way back through the trees. Then there was silence. The breeze was still and Jackie could feel a warm sun on her back as she desperately tried to focus on her homework. She tried not to focus on it, but the lewd display she must be putting on stayed at the forefront of her mind as she picked her way through the questions. Meanwhile, Alice was sat on a bench just out of sight. She already had the new outfit in her bag, she wasn't going to leave the girl she was taking charge of totally vulnerable. She set a timer for an hour... Having finished her homework, Jackie had her head on the closed textbook and was gently swaying her hips. Her traitorous pussy was aching for attention, but she didn't want to move from her allotted position. She could feel it leaking and her lips would undoubtedly be wide open for anyone who came across her. The worst possible thing happened. Jackie heard foot steps. "I take it you've finished?" Alice asked, almost uninterested. "Y.. Yes Ma'am" Jackie croaked. She hadn't had a drink in a few hours and was desperately nervous. "Good, I see you enjoyed yourself." Alice appeared round the front of Jackie looking at the contents of a plastic cup and smirking. Showing her what was in it, Alice laughed at the instant humiliation as Jackie realised it was a collection of her grool. She knew she had been leaking, but there was nearly half a cup in there! Was it Alice's doing, or did she enjoy being put on display like that? Alice knew the answer was both, but Jackie still had a lot to learn about herself. "Lie on your back..." Still, in mild shock, Jackie slumped over onto her back and closed her eyes against the sun. She gasped as a cold splat hit her stomach. "Ssshh." Alice mock whispered "We wouldn't want to attract any attention." Jackie relaxed and pressed her lips shut as Alice's hand joined the liquid, which she could only assume was her own juices. Painstakingly, Alice rubbed the liquid across Jackie's belly, up and around her neck. Her hands felt strong but gentle and Jackie flushed as they grasped her throat a little. Then lifting and stating back at the pool on her belly, Alice brushed tantalizing close to where Jackie really wanted to be touched, before coating the length of each leg. Running out of juice to spread just as she reaches the bottom of the second-long limb. Touching her arm gently to bring her round, Alice then helped Jackie to her feet. And handed her a Summer dress from her wardrobe. Jackie pulled it over herself, tugging it a few times as it adhered to her now sticky skin. Only now, as she took on her surroundings once more, did she realise how much she smelled of sex. "You've got an hour to get some lunch before your next class. It's public speaking right?" Jackie managed a small nod. "Good, that will be an easy class until later in the year, wear this." Alice handed her the remote vibrating egg she'd worn at the gym recently. Resigning herself to her fate, Jackie hiked up her dress and awkwardly inserted the toy into her wet hole. Pulling her hand away from it with some difficulty. She would have given anything to masturbate here and now, but Alice lead her away for lunch... Soon she was sat in class. Out on her own again. Squirming with every change that Alice put through the toy. The vibration was nearly always weak, but the subtle rumble had her constantly reminded of how wet she was. She kept thinking how was naked she felt under the dress, covered in her own cum. The smell of sex filled the surrounding air, she was sure. She was sweating, she could feel beads forming on her neck and working their way down her electrified skin, all the was down to join the pool of sweat and cum she felt she was sitting in. The dress clung to her, and she daren't look down at her tits for fear of seeing her traitorous nipples protruding obviously against the thin material. Jackie was practically in a trance when the class finished, she closed her notebook with perfectly bullet pointed notes and hung her head. Why was she letting Alice get away with this? Did she really enjoy it? Could she live with the fact that she did? Her slick thighs answered one of those questions. Back home, Jackie peeled off her dress and slumped. She was exhausted from being aroused the whole day. She thought she could really do with some release, but she wasn't allowed to cum in the apartment building and could she really handle asking Alice for permission over the phone, while hiding somewhere else. Tears welled in her eyes but yet her hand found It's way to brush through her newly acquired pubes and her finger gently rubbed her rock hard clit. Eventually, she must have dozed off as Jackie awoke to Alice cooking in her small kitchen area. "I thought you'd need to restore some energy." She smiled sweetly at Jackie, disarming her totally. "Don't bother with your uniform. Just sit at the table, It's nearly ready." Jackie padded towards the table, not as surprised as she once would have been by the thick dildo on the chair she pulled out... Alice had moved it from her desk it seemed. Feeling between her folds, she confirmed she was still very much slick enough to make light work of the dildo, although when lowering herself she was reminded of the huge plug she had in. The ball had been surprisingly comfortable for long term wear, but she was reminded of it now as the dildo and it competed for space. The plug forcing the dildo forward, pressing it firmly into her g spot as she sank onto it. Jackie trembled, but made it the last few inches down onto the chair. "Don't straddle the chair, sit nicely whilst we eat." Alice admonished, setting 2 plates of pasta down. Jackie pulled her legs inward and over the front of the chair, squeezing the dildo and leaving her with her feet barely touching the floor. This left her full weight on it, forcing it deeper still, she whimpered with pleasure and pain. Alice looked across at the naked girl in front of her. "You eat, I'll talk." she started. "You've had a long day." Jackie nodded. "Today was a test. I was trying to break you, trying to find a point where you would say no, tell me it was too far, too much." Jackie looked up from her food eyes wide with realization. "Keep eating..." She did slowly, listening intently. "You did everything and seemingly enjoyed it all from the looks of how I found you." "And whilst today will have been exhausting, I'm incredibly encouraged about what the future will hold." "If you can handle all that, you can handle anything the school or tennis throws at you." "I have something for you." Alice handed Jackie a collar. It was leather, a deep purple, accented with a matte white buckle and clasp for a leash. Instead of a tag, there was a small central loop, which held a dangling letter A, finished in the same white as the rest of the metal. Jackie looked at it in awe. It was beautifully made, but what did it say about her? Alice answered the questions running through her mind. "I want this to be the first mark of ownership. You're a natural submissive Jackie and I want to nurture that in you, bring out the best version of you through my guidance." Jackie was still frozen in disbelief. But she couldn't deny that she followed Alice almost without question already. Went making that more formal really change anything? "Yes." she said with more excitement than she intended. "Let's do it." "Good." Alice smiled. Relieved? "That collar replaces your uniform and at the weekend we'll move your entire wardrobe into my room." Jackie's pussy tightened on the dildo, the involuntary reaction giving her body's needy reaction to the revelation whilst her mind was still spinning. "Yes Ma'am." she looked Alice in the eye as she put the well fitting collar on. Jackie's Rules Pt. 08 Thursday. Jackie woke up feeling ready for her run. She rolled out of bed and rubbed her eyes, heading for her dresser. As she blinked them open, he found a note from Alice "Rule updates" was carefully written at the top. Update to rule 21: Uniform is now nothing except your collar. Update to rule 22: All laundry will now be carried out in the nude. New rule 27: You will Not shower in your own room. Only in public bathrooms or changing rooms. "Update to rule 2 (important for this morning): Your new running outfit will be a sports bra, sneakers and my panties from the previous day. Nothing else. I will leave them on your door handle to collect as you leave." "New rule 28: You are only allowed one pair of your own panties per week." "Don't go home at the end of your run, meet me at the tennis courts, I will bring your outfit for the day." Jackie finished reading the note for the second time, flushing with a multitude of feelings. Blinking herself away from a rule induced, horny daydream: she noticed she was stood in the hall grasping the aforementioned panties. Naked... "Fuck!" The exclamation caught her by surprise and made her rush even more to get inside and close the door behind her. How could she be so careless! Worse still she felt like her outburst had echoed through the halls and people could have woken, people that were now more likely to see her in her less than proper outfit. An outfit, she was only now comprehending. Alice had luckily worn some "sensible" panties yesterday, a sky blue cotton pair which covered Jackie's full ass, but they were still panties... They tapered in at the front far more than any shorts would, her entire thigh was on display! Not only that, but they were low riders and stopped at her hips, meaning the very top of her unshaven bush would be poking out, something she could only rectify by pulling them high enough to give herself a camel toe. Which she decided would be the lesser of 2 evils once she got going. She reasoned that the panties would count as outerwear and therefore she was not technically wearing any underwear... "Rule 13 - when not wearing underwear, I will not wear my shoes in the apartment block" she recited under her breath. Shivering with a little wave of enjoyment. "Rule 5 - I will not use elevators" she breathed as she pushed through the door to the stair well. As she got to the bottom, Jackie felt like she needed something else to recite. The idea of starting the day, listing rules as she went had made her giddy, but she had run out early. She supposed, if She had started with her wakeup rule and worked through, her outfits etc. she might have made it this far, but she needed one more, something to say as she walked out the front doors, to welcome the new day. Something perfect to motivate her just before she set off running... She sent Alice a voice note as she pulled on her shoes. Asking for something. The run was a breeze, the sports facilities were half-way round her usual route, so Jackie kept a much higher cadence than usual, finding herself there is record time. It felt like she had blinked an arrived, her mind was far too occupied with the rule updates. She opened her phone and updated them from memory, she would double check they were all exactly documented from Alice's note later on. Alice arrived soon enough, walking confidently and without haste. Making Jackie wait. When she arrived, all she did was wink and carried on into the changing rooms. Sitting down on the bench she sat and waited for Jackie to join her and then sat wordlessly until the other girl stripped her running outfit off and stood anxiously waiting instruction. "As requested, I have another rule for tomorrow morning." Alice paused for effect. "You'll have to wait..." "Put these on. " She said softly but firmly. Tossing Jackie a bundle of white and pink objects. There were 4 white cotton sweatbands, Jackie put 2 on her wrists, before pausing to sit on the bench and sliding the other 2 on. Then there were 2 pink hair ties, with a little ribbon attached. "Pigtails" Alice explained. Jackie nodded. Scraping her sweaty hair into one, then another bunch either side of her head. "Stand up" Alice then ordered. Jackie did and was manhandled into a stance with her legs slightly parted, leaning forward, bent at the waist and her neck pushed back so her face was level. Alice pulled up a chair from the side of the room and sat facing her, a lipstick in hand. "Pout" She did. And then Alice applied what felt like far too much lipstick allowing Jackie to press it in with her lips. Next she applied eye shadow and then disappeared to rummage in her bag. Jackie's abs were now starting to ache from holding the position. She put her hands on her knees to take the strain and felt immediately better. Alice found what she was looking for and walked up behind Jackie. Noticing the resting position she'd taken up, she swatted Jackie's butt cheek hard. "Put your hands behind your back you lazy slut!" She admonished. Jackie blushed and instantly did as instructed, feeling the strain in her muscles immediately. Alice lubed up the egg shaped object in her hand and gave Jackie a little warning before inserting it into her already damp pussy with ease. Then, adjusting the length of an attached cable she connected it to a butt plug to complete the ensemble, before inserting this. The only evidence was the small base of the plug and the wire, no wider than a hairband running between Jackie's pussy and asshole. "Come" Alice began to walk towards the courts, with a very sheepish Jackie in tow. She began to explain as she went. "There will be no childish strip game this time, you're staring naked." "We'll warm up the same as last time and then use the ball machine." She explained calmly. "The device I put in your cunt is capable of submitting an electric shock. The butt plug contains a nice big battery. " "Every time you miss, I will shock your cunt. But I think you'll enjoy it really you little masochist... " Jackie was terrified and curious and a tiny bit excited by the idea. But mostly horny, when was the last time she came? It felt like forever ago... Her pussy practically ached, and she began to day dream of masturbating to orgasm right here... Only to be brought back to reality with a spank from Alice. "Get ready, I will serve." Jackie pushed her nudity and need for release to the back of her mind to the best of her ability and played to the best of her ability. Easily returning Alice's serve and beating her comfortably in their warm up, without having to think too much, so her aching cunt kept bringing her back to thoughts of pleasure. Alice noticed her far off look and shocked her. Jackie screamed with surprise and pain. It hadn't hurt as much as she expected, but it was totally unexpected and a sharp pain feeling where she had never had one before, deep inside her. She almost whimpered. "We'll move to the machine now. Concentrate or you'll get a lot more of those..." Jackie took her position in the middle of the court and began returning the balls from the machine. Alice seemed to control it with a practiced hand, each ball going in a different direction with varying power and spin. Do on Jackie's foot slid after a return, her trailing knee buckling and hitting the ground, as she stumbled to trying to get back to her center position Alice fired another ball. Jackie was still scrambling to turn and head back to where she came, so Alice aimed straight for her. The ball hurtled towards Jackie, and she shaped her racket to meet it, tight into her chest with no way of swinging for power. It connected, and she watched the ball fall short of the net. She tensed and waited for the inevitable shock. Still kneeling it hit her, and she twitched with shock and pain. But Alice wasn't waiting, she had already sent another ball to the opposite side of the court and when that bounced past Jackie she sent another. As the third jolt hit Jackie she was on her feet again and tried to stay on her toes as it caused her muscles to flex involuntarily. It worked and she was ready for the next volley. Alice kept the momentum high however and soon found herself with the opportunity to spank Jackie after ten unsuccessful returns. She made Jackie stand by the next, using the pole at the side as support, she bent her at the waist with a straight back, her tits falling slightly from her chest and her ass perfectly presented with a slight arch in her back. Jackie stood waiting, totally humiliated by her outfit and in pain from the new contraption and sweating from her workout and for all this she was the most horny she had ever felt. When Alice connected with her ass cheek for the first time, hard and sharp, the moan Jackie let out wasn't one of pain, it was guttural and born of pure emotion. Hearing that moan excited Alice, and she continued just as hard, one spank after the other. Alternating cheeks and sometimes deliberately missing a little to connect with more sensitive areas. After what didn't feel like very long at all Jackie desperately burst out "P...please don't do anymore, or I'll cum!" "Oh, You should have said that you didn't want to cum. That will help me make today very interesting..." Alice finished her sentence with a smirk. Jackie took a deep breath to protest, but it turned into a groan as Alice's finger traced between her open folds, gently grazing her clit. "Stand up, we're not finished training" Jackie stood, massaging her ass. "Yes Ma'am." The continued for a further 45 minutes until Jackie was exhausted a couldn't keep pace with the machine. Alice spanked her 0n 8 more occasions and always ensured to stop before she went over the edge. She noted for the future that Jackie might cum from spanking alone. That could be very interesting... As Alice strode back to the changing room with Jackie struggling to keep up, she threw out her plan for the day and came up with a new one. Jackie didn't want to cum? She'd make that a very difficult proposition. Alice showered in the changing room and Jackie waited patiently, electing to stand due to her sensitive ass cheeks. She's removed her shoes and sweatbands and was stark naked as Alice reappeared. "I'm not lending you my towel, so you'll have to go without a shower again." Jackie blushed. 2 days in a row! She was really going to feel dirty and other people were definitely going to notice her matted hair and oily skin. "I'd wash you face and change your hair of I was you though!" Alice chuckled as she dressed herself. Of course! Jackie padded over to the mirror and looked at herself. She looked like a child had applied her makeup. There was too much everywhere and it had all run with her sweating. Still naked, she grabbed a paper towel, sweet it and began to scrub at the makeup... With most of it removed and her hair tied back in a bun, Jackie decided that was as good as she was going to get, without a proper wash kit. She turned and headed back out to see Alice. ... But she was gone. Just Jackie's bag and what appeared to be a t shirt reminded. On closer inspection it was longer than a t shirt and had a note stuck to it. "This t shirt dress is your outfit for the day, I've put a plug in your bag and left you a pair of shoes in your locker. Have a great day!" Jackie groaned. Her locker was in the main building. A half mile walk. She needed to head straight to class now, otherwise she would be late. After a moment's consideration, she opened the bag and found the plug. The weighted one Alice had hotted her. Not the biggest, but it always moved and reminded her of its presence, it was the one she pick herself if she wanted to be discreetly turned on. Pausing to steel herself, she rubbed it along her slick pussy lips, trying to lubricate it without bring it into contact with her erect clitoris. It was still burning for attention, but much more stimulation, and she might not be able to control herself. Shivering from the effort of this, Jackie forced herself to now focus on sliding the toy in her ass, so on all fours in the bench she opened herself and eased it in with one smooth motion. Quickly and with as little excitement as possible... It didn't work. Her whole body buzzed with another level of pleasure. She desperately span round and sat on her hands, so as not to do anything she regretted. Breathing deeply, Jackie turned her thoughts to her dress, to her (seemingly barefoot) walk and making it to class afterwards. 5 minutes later she moved, breaking the trance she had found herself in and yanked the dress on. It came nearly as low as her knees, which she was grateful for. Grabbing her back Jackie headed for the door, ignoring the cold tiles of the lobby on her bare feet and striding out to get to the main building as early as possible. Ignoring the feeling of being nearly naked, Alice powered across the grass lawn towards the front doors, forgetting it had rained the night before. Twice she nearly slipped on the wet muddy grass, but she kept her feet enough to make it into the building. The cold marble making it hard to put her bare, now filthy feet to the back of her mind. Trying her best not to leave footprints, Alice made her way to her locker, opening it to find and old pair of sneakers and without thinking she yanked them on her dirty feet to hide the shame. The mud finding It was around the enclosed space and reminding her of how dirty she felt all over. Jackie's pussy convulsed. It practically had a heart beat of It's own, and she felt a small bead make It was down her inner thigh. She was fairly sure it wasn't sweat... Jackie walked at a slightly more relaxed pace to class, picking her way between groups of people. Had they all seen her come in barefoot and filthy? She tried not to think about it. Finding an empty row in her sign language class, Jackie sat down and waited as the last few people filed in. Getting out her notebook, she noticed a notification she had missed. "Leave your phone unlocked and on the desk in front of you. I will Instruct you as class goes on. Do not reply, just comply." Jackie almost typed out "Yes Ma'am. ", but stopped herself. She set her phone next to her notebook and waited. Waited for the class to start and the instructions to begin... 10 minutes later, Jackie's phone screen drew her attention. It didn't vibrate, just the text in her messaging app updated and drew her eye. "Take the arm the furthest away from the teacher out of your sleeve, so it is inside your dress." Jackie moved surreptitiously, keeping an eye on the front of the class and the other students on rows around her. Soon she had her arm awkwardly by her side, stretching the dress. A few more minutes went by, with Jackie growing more and more anxious, then her phone blinked again. "Keep taking notes with your other hand, but stroke between your pussy lips with one finger. Only in one direction, up then pull away, up then pull away etc. etc." Jackie's whole body got warm at the thought, she told herself it was embarrassment and that was probably true in part. But there was definitely something else, a growing hunger tugging at her hand, even before she fully processed the message. Her finger slid easily between her wet folds and sent a shiver through her whole body. Steeling herself, Jackie pulled away and went back for another pass. Eyes pinned on the teacher, she focused on making notes with her left hand - a difficult task which meant she kept forgetting herself and stopping stroking before catching it and starting again. Soon, she found a rhythm and was subconsciously stroking her cunt. Practically vibrating with the built up tension. Her phone blinked with more instructions. "Introduce a second finger, alternate them stroking upwards like you're walking them up your clit." Jackie tried this tentatively, it had the same effect, but forced a faster pace, her clit was under near constant stimulation. It took her 20 minutes to get to the point where she could do this as well as taking notes and sense of pride overwhelmed her. She had to force the grin off her face. Alice changed tact... "I bet you've forgotten how filthy you are." "I can't think of a more fitting word for it." "A filthy slut touching herself in class." "A filthy girl who hasn't showered in 2 days, covered in sweat and her own juices." "A filthy slut who loves being dirty around all her nice class mates." Jackie was burning up, Alice didn't even know that her feet were covered in mud inside her shoes. She fought back the building orgasm and tried to slow her pace as good as possible. Jackie was sweating and developing a wet spot between her thighs when the bell went. She sat still, waiting for everyone to leave, too nervous about drawing attention to herself to budge. Finally, she got her arm out of her dress, and wiped her slick hand on her leg as good as possible before tidying away her things and messaging Alice on the way out of Class. "Please Ma'am, I need to be able to reply if we do that again, I might have cum there if the Class had been longer!" Alice smirked on reading it, this was good, she wanted Jackie to be close. She wanted her to be desperate. She replied "Maybe. I've sent you an audio file, I want you to eat lunch in the library cafe and listen to it for Your whole lunch period." Jackie was deflated by the lack of confirmation of her request, so just replied. "OK." Catching herself, she sent another response as quickly as possible. "Yes Ma'am." Alice smiled and under her breath, said to herself "Good Girl." Ten minutes later, Jackie was sat in a corner seat with a salad in front of her. She connected her ear buds and downloaded Alice's message. Pressed play and began to eat. The file started with what seemed to be background noise, then a soft moan appeared to break the silence, and another. Then some deep breathing. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy and Jackie could imagine them masturbating without a care in the world. Jackie's fork hovered in front of her mouth, her eyes closed and her face a mask of concentration. She tried to put the sound to the back of her mind before opening her eyes and beginning to work on her salad again. All the while people walked by, oblivious. This was the most humiliating thing yet and it didn't involve anyone knowing a thing. Jackie just felt so naughty, so out of place in the quiet space. She began to breathe deeply herself. Trying not to be overwhelmed by everything. Lunch was excruciating, Jackie kept looking around, thinking people could hear what she was listening too, she was flushed from head to toe and sweating with embarrassment. When she looked at her watch and finally it ticked over to 5 minutes before her next class she sighed with relief, pausing the file and slumping in her chair with relief. Then the text came. "You need to swap plugs for this class. There is another one in your bag." Jackie swore, running now out of the library and to the nearest bathroom where she rushed into a stall and threw off the dress to get it out of the way. Rifling through her bag, she found a plug she forgot she had. It was a medium-sized thing that vibrated. It had a matching ring which served as a remote and a small vibrator itself. Bending over and using the toilet for support, Jackie eased the larger plug out of her ass and wrapped sit in paper to throw in her bag, she then rubbed it on her oversensitive pussy for lubrication as was now her ritual. The sensation was now almost too much and it took her a long time to get it in contact long enough to transfer the juices from her soaking cunt. Once he had eased the plug in Jackie grabbed her dress from the floor and yanked it on. Then, leaving the toilets, began striding out once again to make it to class on time... "Red Light, green light." Alice's latest message explained. Jackie was to have the plug vibrating on low and when Alice declared green light, she would accompany it with the vibrating ring on her clit. On a red light she would have to have her hands on her thighs. To achieve this however, Jackie had to keep her hands outside the dress, which meant hiking up her dress to the masturbating. Leaving her effectively bottomless on the seat. Luckily Jackie had picked a quiet corner of class and her bag served as a good block for anyone who might have a view. She felt totally exposed, but confident enough no one could see her nudity. At least not directly. "Green light." Jackie shuddered as the ring made contact er clit hardening more than she thought possible. Only serving to OK intensify the tremor that was between her legs. "Red light." Fumbling the off button she slumped. Thinking it was a good thing she didn't have to take notes in this class as the slides were available afterwards. Just as Jackie began to relax, Alice messaged her again. "Green light!" Thumbing the ring back on, Jackie steeled herself for the next round of vibrations. Despite her attempt at readiness, Jackie shuddered as the ring made contact. Forcing herself, to keep it pressed in place made all of her muscles tense. "Red light." Jackie pulled her soaked hand away from her pussy and placed it on her thigh. Breathing deeply in a desperate attempt to recover. She was trying to stay calm, this felt like too much, but surely Alice knew what she was doing... Alice did know what she was doing, she was trying to find Jackie's breaking point, but she just kept going. After this morning, she didn't think Jackie would have made it through her first class without begging to cum. Yet here she was, still going and calling on reserves of what must be an immense self-discipline. She was learning more and more about the other girl as the day went on. Earlier she had nearly cum from a spanking, that could be interesting. "Green Light." Jackie was close to tears now, she pressed the ring to herself with as little force as she could, which actually might have been worse. She tried to find a balance before it overwhelmed her and was still experimenting when the next message blessedly arrived. Making a snap decision, She yanked her dress down to cover herself, grabbed her back and strode purposely for the back door of the class, trying to leave without a fuss. This Brought her out on the second floor and Jackie didn't stop to wait, she was aiming for the bathroom, she had to get there before Alice messaged again... Rounding the corner, Jackie's heart sank. Her phone buzzed with the inevitable "Green Light." She stopped, hiking up her dress and spreading her legs a little before turning on the ring. In one motion she fell to her knees and dropped her head to the floor as if it was too heavy to lift. Thumbing the call button next to Alice's name. Before Alice even managed to say hello, she was bombarded. "Please Ma'am, please can I cum, please.. Pl.. Please. Alice, nnnnngh, ohh." Jackie wasn't even sure if What Alice replied was a positive answer, she just heard the word "Cum." and relented. Her back arching and her face taking the full weight of her upper body, her legs shaking and her breathing taking on a staccato rhythm that sounded totally Alien to her. It felt like minutes went by, and she just kept going the ring buzzing against her abused clit. She'd never cum so hard and didn't want it to end, she didn't care about her surroundings or that someone could find her in the hall any second, she just wanted this feeling to last forever. Slowly Jackie regained herself, the peak of the orgasm over and finding some lucid thought. She lifted her head and found her phone next to her and Alice giggling down the phone. "Can you hear me Jackie?" "You can stop now!" Jackie laughed a little herself, realizing how carried away she must have been. "Yes Ma'am, thank you. " She could hear Alice's smile down the phone as she gave her words of praise and told her that Classes were finishing now. "Oh God! I'm in the corridor..." Alice laughed again. "Have you made a mess? " "Yes." Jackie said, embarrassed by the revelation, there was a puddle behind her. "Clean it up with your dress and head home for a rest, you've earned it." Jackie's eyes bulged, classes were ending, and she had nothing on under the dress. All that was assuming it had enough capacity to soak up all that moisture. She pulled her arms out of the dress just as the bell rang...

TODD CHEESE'S JENNY -------------------------------------------- Jenny and the Obstacle Course by ToddCheese Jenny at the Science Museum by ToddCheese Rollercoaster Jenny by ToddCheese Jenny Gets Sprayed by ToddCheese "Poker-Face Jenny" by ToddCheese -------------------------------------------- Jenny and the Obstacle Course by ToddCheese Jenny stood and performed a few quick stretches, flexing her knees, then bending over to touch her toes, warming up for the main event. She waved over to Ashley, her coach, who returned the gesture. Jenny was psyched. Her team had been doing well in all the day's events, and now it was her turn to show her stuff. She'd been practicing the obstacle course for weeks, going over the hurdles, through the tires, across the monkey bars, up and over the wall, across the balance beam, and through the long pipe to the finish line. She'd been amazed at her improvement, gradually shaving down her time. Her best was four minutes and 48 seconds, but Jenny felt confident she'd beat that today. Pausing momentarily to adjust her grey tube-top sports bra and matching elastic-waist running shorts, she continued her warm-up exercises. Across the park, near the bleachers, Ashley watched Jenny, her dark sunglasses hiding the evil mischievous gleam in her eyes. She'd spent the last few weeks preparing for this, convincing Jenny to join the team, coaching and encouraging her, all in anticipation of humiliating her secret arch-rival today. The announcer signaled the start of the obstacle course race, and the other team's runner, a small skinny girl in an orange outfit, took her position. When the gun fired, she took off, coming in with a time of 4:53, not quite as good as Jenny's personal best but enough to make her sweat. She'd have to give it her all if she was going to win. Ashley met up with Jenny near the starting line for a final pep talk. "Okay, Jenny, that's a tough time to beat, but you've done it before. Just remember how we practiced it. I'll give you reminders." "Thanks Ashley, you're a great coach." "And be sure to pause and take a deep, full breath before each obstacle." Ashley patted Jenny between her shoulder blades, using the opportunity to tweak an errant thread on the back of Jenny's grey sports bra. Jenny stepped to the starting line and awaited the shot. When it came, she sprang into action, sprinting the first short distance to the hurdles. "Remember your timing, Jenny!" called Ashley from the sidelines. Jenny counted off the steps between each leap, just as she'd practiced, and got it down perfect. On to the tires. She took a deep breath, filling her chest with air. "Reach with your legs!" Ashley cried. Jenny did so, stretching so each foot landed perfectly inside the circle as she hopped through the series of tires. Breathed deeply again, in then out. "Pull with your shoulders!" came Ashley's advice as Jenny grabbed the top rung of the monkey bars and began to shimmy across in record time. She dropped off on the other side, then ran to the wall. Another deep breath... and as her chest expanded Jenny thought she heard the faintest ripping sound, but pushed it out of her mind. No distractions, she thought, grabbing the rope that hung over the wall. "Brace with your feet!" Ashley told her as Jenny began the hand-over-hand climb, her feet against the wall for added support and leverage as she hoisted herself up. At the top she gracefully swung over and slid down to the ground on the other side. That was the hardest part, the rest was easy, Jenny told herself. Once more the deep breath, and again the curious tearing sound. But no time to think about it, on to the balance beam, and "Hold out your arms!" from Ashley. Jenny did so as she quickly placed one foot straight in front of the other, jogging down the long metal bar with perfect poise. The blood was pounding in her head along with the sound of the crowd, so that she didn't even hear the rip a third time as she took her final deep breath before the pipe. "Now CRAWL, girlfriend!" called Ashley. Jenny got down on all fours, and immediately noticed that this pipe looked considerably narrower than the one she'd been practicing with. Can't stop to worry about that, she decided, I'm going for the record! And she squeezed and wriggled her way into the pipe, pushing with her feet as she pulled herself through with her forearms. From the sidelines, Ashley smirked, thinking how she'd switched the pipe with a narrower one the night before the event. Once she'd learned how small the other team's runner was, she knew only Jenny would have trouble getting through it. This should be very entertaining for the crowd, Ashley thought, and very embarrassing for Jenny! The crowd cheered as Jenny's head and torso emerged from the other end of the pipe, but quickly dissolved into murmurs and scattered laughter when her bottom half did not immediately follow. "Nnngh!" grunted Jenny as she struggled unsuccessfully to pull herself loose, then called out to her best friend and coach: "Ashley! Help me! I'm stuck!" Ashley dashed over and grabbed her "friend" by the hands, and tugged with all her might. Jenny popped free, save for her gray elastic-waist shorts, which stayed behind in the pipe as Jenny slid out of them. As Ashley pulled her free, Jenny's bikini-cut panties, pink with purple polka-dots, were on display to the whole audience... but Jenny didn't yet realize it! Blurting out a hasty thanks to Ashley, Jenny dashed the remaining yards to the finish line, met with thunderous applause the whole way. She raised her arms in triumph, once again missing the rip behind her as the crowd roared its approval. The scoreboard flashed her time, and Jenny was elated: Even with her previous predicament she'd come in at 4:47, winning the competition and setting a new personal record! Jenny saw smiling faces, people laughing, pointing excitedly at her, even the opposing team. Some were watching through binoculars, and camera flashes were going off. Jenny thought everyone was proud of her accomplishment and just being nice, so she just basked in the glow of approval until Ashley came up and whispered, "Pssst! Jenny! Your shorts!" "My shorts?" she asked, confused. "Well, what's wrong with them? I--" Jenny patted both her hips where her shorts should be, but felt only soft cotton fabric and her bare legs. "I..." she trailed off as Ashley lifted her missing garment with one hand, dangling the shorts in front of her. Jenny's eyes widened and her mouth dropped agape. Almost afraid to look, she tilted her head downward and saw her embarrassing polka-dot underwear on prominent display to the entire crowd of grinning, laughing spectators. "OHHHHH!" cried Jenny as a bright blush rose from her cheeks. She spread one hand over the front of her exposed undies, and with the other she reached for her shorts, held just out of reach by Ashley. Jenny heard one final, unmistakable tiny rip followed by a pop. "Ashley, please! Give me back my shhHHIIIIT!" For at that moment, the back of her gray sports bra tore all the way, popping off her chest and letting her large round breasts bounce free. The crowd went wild at the sight. "EEEEEEEKKK!" wailed Jenny, clutching her exposed breasts in her other arm, her blush deepening to cover her entire face and neck. Panicked, her eyes darted about before she took off for the nearby trees, with everyone in the stands laughing at the sight of her jiggling, panty-clad, spotted bottom. She sought sanctuary in some brush at the edge of the woods, but as she dove in the hem of her panties snagged on a twig and she felt a rush of cool air as they were ripped away, leaving her naked save for her shoes and socks! Desperate to cover herself, she grabbed a bunch of leaves from the nearest plant she could find and pressed them over her naked body. As the first twinges of an itching sensation began to prickle on Jenny's bare skin, Ashley called out one last piece of advice from the finish line: "Hey, Jenny! Your cover is made of poison ivy!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jenny at the Science Museum by ToddCheese Jenny held her sundress down with both hands as she climbed several rows of stairs to the pillared entrance to the Science Museum. She wondered why Ashley had wanted to meet her here, of all places, and she wished her friend hadn't talked her into wearing this particular garment (which was Ashley's, not Jenny's). The dress was a yellow flowered number with narrow straps that didn't look particularly strong, and a row of metal snap-buttons down the front. It was made of a light material that felt uncomfortably flimsy. Jenny couldn't get over the fear that one good gust could pull the dress right off her exquisitely curved (but still very modest) body, so she kept her hands placed firmly over it for reassurance. Ashley smirked as she saw the unspeakably shy Jenny coming up the steps, holding her dress down the entire way. Jenny was so easily embarrassed and afraid of being seen publicly in any sort of compromising situation, but she really did have a fabulous figure. A shame, Ashley thought, that she never shared it with the world. That was about to change, though. Meeting her friend at the entrance, Ashley took Jenny's wrist and ushered her through the door, paid the admission fee for both of them. With Jenny in tow, Ashley hurried past the other exhibits, headed straight for one in particular. Past the friendly looking human-size robot with the hand that waved back and forth in a "gimme-five" motion. Past the swinging Foucault pendulum. Past the aquaculture exhibit, a huge aquarium tank showing the future of underwater farming. Past an early prototype of a large piece of tunnelling equipment, its cone-shaped metal drill tapering to a sharp point. Ashley led Jenny straight to the main exhibit, a curious machine surrounded on all sides by velvet ropes, where they arrived just in time for the 2:00 demonstration. A wild-haired professor type with beard, glasses and cardigan stood beside the machine, a long curved metal bar with a coil around it. The two women edged their way to the front at Ashley's insistence, and joined a class of middle-school students... a few of whom, Jenny noticed, were dressed in Boy Scout uniforms. She thought she saw a few of them glance her way, but thought nothing of it. "I don't understand, Ashley," said Jenny. "Why did you insist on dragging me here? I don't like science, you don't like science... What's the big deal?" "Come on, Jenny, don't be a spoil-sport," replied Ashley. "It'll be fun!" She pointed across the way to the Science Museum's gift shop. "You want a T-shirt?" "No, I don't want a T-shirt," Jenny answered, "This is stupid. I just want to know what we're doing h--" But Jenny's protests were silenced as the professor held up a microphone and began addressing the crowd. "I vould like to velcome jou all to zees special exhibit at zee Science Museum," he announced, speaking with some foreign accent, Jenny couldn't tell what kind. He rambled on for a few minutes about hoping people enjoyed their visit. About the museum's continuing need for donations. About some of the other exhibits: The waving robot, the Foucault pendulum, the aquaculture tank, the tunnelling drill. "Now," said the professor, "Zees device, eez called un electromagnet. Unt how it vorks, eez, zee coil around eet uses zee electreecal current to magneetize zee iron ven eet eez powered on. So. Who een zee audience vould like to geev eet a try?" The pack of young Boy Scouts all waved their hands eagerly, and the professor nodded, unhooking the velvet rope to let them inside, then showed them how to power it on, but warned them, "Now, jou must only turn eet to zee lowest posseeble setting, as eet eez ver-ry powerful." Jenny watched as the professor scattered some small to medium-sized pieces of metal on the floor, between the magnet and the spot where Jenny and Ashley stood. He gestured to the Scouts to switch the machine on. An electrical humming filled the air as the metal pieces trembled slightly, and then, in the blink of an eye, snapped from the floor to attach themselves to the giant magnet. Of course once they saw how cool that was, the boys didn't listen to the professor, and immediately flipped the switch all the way to the maximum setting... and the magnet was pointed directly at Jenny! She felt a sudden tugging at the front of her outfit, looked down, and saw the metal buttons of her sundress being drawn toward the magnet. Jenny took a step back, trying to pull away, but this only increased the strain on the snaps, and suddenly the whole front of her dress popped open from top to bottom! The garment lifted, hovering perpendicular to her body... But not for long, as the force was too strong for the flimsy straps, which snapped, first one then the other, and the dress flew over to attach to the side of the magnet. Jenny was left standing in the middle of the museum, in front of a crowd of about a hundred people, in her push-up bra and skimpy white panties with little red hearts! "Nein! Stop! Vhat are jou doink?!" cried the professor upon seeing the boys playing with the magnet. Jenny felt another tugging, this time at her chest, and gulped as she realized she was wearing... an underwire bra! Its hooks were designed to hold the weight of Jenny's bosom, but not this kind of force. The magnet continued to pull, and the bra popped open in the back and was quickly pulled off the pretty young woman's shoulders and chest. Jenny gasped in horror as she saw everyone, including the Scouts, ESPECIALLY the Scouts, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her large, round, jiggling exposed breasts! She hastily crossed her arms over them and hunched over, backing away from the grinning faces and leering eyes of the crowd. She backed her way past a diagram showing the phases of a star, the blush in her face glowing ever brighter to match the photos of the star's life cycle, until she stopped, beet-red, beside the image of a Red Giant. The only reason she stopped was that she had backed straight into the metal point of the drilling machine, which poked her sharply in her sensitive panty-clad behind! "YEEEOWW!" yelped Jenny, jumping away in pain, her hands instinctively flying back to cover her injured posterior... and uncovering her breasts in the process. The schoolchildren were howling with juvenile laughter, pointing at Jenny. The Scouts were snapping pictures but were snickering so hard they couldn't hold their cameras steady. "Gott en Himmel!" exclaimed the wide-eyed professor, just before he fainted. Wincing at the renewed humiliation, Jenny covered her chest again and ran past the group, straight for the exit, but as she passed the Foucault pendulum, its fulcrum swung up and snagged the backside of her panties, lifting her into the air! Still clutching her chest with both hands, Jenny swung back and forth in a high arc, her face burning from the mortification she felt. She turned her head and saw herself flying backwards, straight toward the robot's waving hand, which impacted Jenny's bottom with a forceful SMACK, sending her swinging forward anew! Then she swung back, to be spanked again by the robotic hand, back and forth, over and over. "HELP!" cried Jenny, kicking her shapely legs helplessly in a futile effort to get herself down. "Ashley! Anyone! Please help meeeeee!" It was a perfect perpetual motion machine, and could have gone on forever except that Jenny's heart panties couldn't hold out. With an audible RRRRIIP! they split straight down the ass and Jenny tumbled forward, hanging naked by her feet until they ripped the rest of the way. This happened while the pendulum was at the apex of its arc, so Jenny flew forward, screaming, landing with a SPLASH in the aquaculture tank. She quickly scrambled to the surface, gasping for breath, and climbed out of the water. Stark naked, soaking wet, with absolutely no dignity remaining, and unable to cover all three of her exposed private areas with only two hands, poor Jenny simply ran wailing for what she thought was the nearest exit... ...not realizing, until it was too late, that she had burst out onto a stage in front of a packed auditorium, where the Museum was about to show a presentation on the wonders of the human body! Back at the electromagnet exhibit, Ashley dried the tears of laughter from her eyes and caught her breath again. After she'd collected the agreed-upon $5.00 apiece from the Scouts (worth every penny and more, in their opinions), she slapped palms with the robot and headed for the gift shop. She figured Jenny might want a T-shirt after all. -------------------------------------------------------------- Rollercoaster Jenny by ToddCheese Jenny felt a quiver of anticipation in her stomach as she stood in line at the amusement park's biggest rollercoaster, the Massive Thruster. The wait had been nearly an hour for the two-minute thrill, but it would be worth it. The rush this ride gave was unbelievable. It started with an agonizingly suspenseful climb to the big drop, where the cars plummeted down at an 80-degree angle to a hyperbolic curve scientifically engineered for maximum acceleration. Then the track twisted and turned, pulling you sideways in both directions, then another drop to pick up velocity, and finally the big loop where the riders hung completely upside-down for almost a full second. The cars pulled up and the last group of returning park patrons disembarked, and now Jenny was in the next batch. She edged her way through the crowd of people clambering for seats, some younger than her, some older, some her own age. The chairs on the string of cars quickly became filled, and for a moment Jenny feared she might not get one. Then she spotted a clown, dressed in a hideously mismatched red wig and blue suit, white face paint framing a bulbous red nose, waving to her and gesturing toward a vacant seat at the very front. Jenny couldn't believe her luck! She hurried over and climbed in, plunking her jean-shorted behind on the molded plastic, thanking him... her? It was always hard to tell with clowns. "Don't forget to raise your arms on the way down!" he told her. He. It was definitely a male voice. The metal bar slid down tightly at her waist, restraining her body while still allowing her upper half some movement. The clown, a bouquet of balloons in one hand, waved goodbye to Jenny with the other. A moment later, she was off, the car rattling along the rails as it began the long, anticipatory climb to the initial drop-off. At the top, the cars clacked to a stop, then the latch on the track was released. Jenny's stomach did a flip as the cars slid forward, slowly at first, then falling at nearly 80 miles per hour! Jenny closed her eyes, raised her arms and screamed, first in answer to the thrilling terror of the drop... then for real as the air rushing up past her body suddenly caught and lifted her billowy shirt right up, over her neck and shoulders and off her arms, sending it drifting away toward the ground. And she hadn't worn a bra underneath! Her large round breasts swayed and jiggled as the car rattled down the track. The cool rush of wind felt horribly unnatural on them. As the tension from the big drop subsided, she caught unmistakable laughter, directed at her, from the people in the cars behind. Breathing heavily in a panic, her mouth agape in horror at the realization that she was now riding the coaster topless, Jenny crossed her arms over her naked torso. She struggled to fight the overpowering instinct to grab hold of the restraint bar or the side of the car as it careened through the sharp sideways turns. Her natural terror was magnified tenfold by her embarrassment, and she wondered, panicking, how she would get off without being seen once the ride was over. But there was barely time to think about that, as the second drop loomed up before her. Jenny clutched her exposed breasts in both hands and just SCREAMED as the cars dove down the curve, the ride's tall support beams flying past at blinding speed. Then came the loop, and she felt herself pulled backwards in her seat. Instinctively she reached out with both hands, clinging to the side of the car as it turned upside down, forgetting that she had to keep herself covered. Gravity took over, leaving her bare, supple breasts dangling right in her face! But only for a second, then it was back down the other side of the loop, and the ride was over. Time seemed to grind to a crawl as Jenny's agitated senses took in every detail of the experience with helpless clarity. She huddled over to hide herself as the cars coasted to a stop in front of the next group of waiting park patrons, all of whom did a double-take at the sight of her bare skin. Poor Jenny was trapped with her nudity, unable to go anywhere until the restraint bar across her waist was lifted. Her face burned a bright hot crimson and she prayed for the humiliating experience to end. Arms still wrapped protectively around her breasts, Jenny moved to get up as soon as the bar was lifted from her seat... and was surprised to find that her backside wouldn't budge! She tried standing again but didn't go anywhere. She looked around herself, trying to figure out what was holding her down but couldn't. So, keeping one arm in place, she reached down and felt around her cutoff denim shorts, and was shocked to feel an unpleasant and very sticky substance there. Jenny was stuck to the seat! Unsure what to do, she remained where she was as the other passengers unbuckled themselves and disembarked. Then she heard a voice a short distance away, one of the ride operators in a park uniform. "The ride's over, ma'am," he said. "Everyone off." "Um... I can't!" cried Jenny. Off to her side, people started to talk and snicker. Jenny distinctly heard a little boy of about eight say, "Look, mommy! That lady's boobies are showing!" The blush on her face intensified, spreading down her neck until every pore of her skin glowed a strawberry red. "Come on, lady, you're holding up the ride!" said the annoyed operator, coming over to see what the problem was. "Let's go!" He looked to be in his 40s. "Um, I'm sorry," said Jenny, not certain how to explain, "But I... lost my shirt and now I... seem to be... stuck to the seat." The operator sighed with annoyance, stepped into the car and tried to pull Jenny out, without success. Her arms struggled against his in an effort to keep her bare breasts concealed. By this time everybody nearby was watching the scene with growing amusement. "Yeah, you're stuck all right," the operator said, his hand probing the sticky material at the seat of Jenny's shorts. He then turned away and spoke into his walkie-talkie, "Hey Rox, can you find a blanket and bring it up to car one?" Pause. "Heh, you'll see." A chuckle. Jenny cringed. She was looking at her feet, off to the side, anywhere but the operator and the crowd... And then she gasped anew at the rows of monitors near the exit. They were lined with captured shots of people in the various cars, snapped rapid-fire as the coaster swept down the second drop, to be sold as souvenirs. And there was Jenny in the very front, in perfect view, her hands clutched tightly over her chest, her mouth open in a frozen scream. And everyone was buying a copy! And then she saw HIM: The clown who'd saved her the seat before, with the red wig and blue suit and white face and handful of balloon strings, only now wearing an evil leer as his other hand held up a bucket with a paintbrush for her to see. The word "GLUE" was clearly visible on the side of the can. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Jenny, tugging at the ride operator's sleeve with one arm. "It was him! That clown did it! He glued me to the seat!" "Huh?" said the park employee, turning away from his walkie. "What clown, where?" "Over THERE!" Jenny pointed frantically with both hands, sending a wave of cheers and whistles through the crowd as she inadvertently flashed her big breasts at them. Hastily she clapped one hand back over them as best she could. The operator looked like he was about to go check it out, but at that moment a girl in her late teens, also wearing a park uniform, arrived carrying a white sheet. "Christ, Rox, about time!" muttered the man. "Damn crowd's about to mob us here!" But in truth the crowd didn't seem to mind the wait at all. Everyone was watching intently as Jenny's embarrassing little drama unfolded at the front car. "Rox" had red hair that was obviously dyed, with a blue streak in the front, several piercings in her ears, nose, and eyebrows. Smacking loudly on a piece of chewing gum, she cracked a wide amused smile as she laid eyes on Jenny and her predicament. "Stuck, huh?" she asked, rhetorically. "Well don't worry, we'll get ya out." She unfolded the sheet, handing one end to her co-worker. "Hey, what are you doing?" demanded Jenny. "Aren't you going to go after the clown?" "Later, right now we need to get this ride moving again," said the male operator. "And that means we have to get you out of those shorts." Jenny's eyes widened. "What?? Oh NO, please..." The two park employees moved to the side of the car facing the waiting line and held the sheet stretched out, hiding Jenny from view so she could unzip and remove her cutoff shorts with a little privacy. It wasn't easy for her, trying to wriggle out with them stuck firmly to the seat. She had to pull one leg out, then the other, with her shoes getting in the way, while trying to keep an arm over her breasts the whole time too... because to make matters worse, Rox kept "accidentally" dropping her end of the sheet, providing the eager crowd with teasing glimpses of Jenny trying to extricate herself. Once she was finally out, Jenny grabbed the sheet away from the two park employees and pulled it around her scantily-clad body before slinking, hunched over, away from the public spectacle she'd unwillingly become a part of. She was almost past the far edge of the crowd when a big squeaky shoe stamped down on the end of the sheet trailing behind her. As Jenny walked on, her cover was stretched taut and suddenly pulled away from her body, leaving her standing in front of all those laughing park patrons (and the clown) wearing nothing but her shoes, socks, and a pair of powder-blue cotton undies with a cute teddy-bear print on them! Screaming at her sudden exposure, Jenny covered her breasts with one hand and bent down to try to grab the sheet back with the other, but the clown's oversized floppy shoe held it firmly to the ground. He was leering with mirth at her humiliation, big red lips in a hideous, mocking grin. Jenny was overcome with panic at the knowledge that every single person here was seeing her topless in just her underwear! Desperately she looked about for something, anything, to hide herself with, but all she could find were the balloons in the clown's hand. So she grabbed those, and held them close as the crowd roared with laughter. Not one person was getting on the ride, no one wanted to miss a second of this. The clown simply reached into a pocket of his blue jacket with a gloved hand, and extracted a long, sharp metal pin. Jenny, her eyes wide in horror, silently shook her head, NO. The clown nodded once, slowly, YES. And without hesitation, Jenny took off as fast as her bare legs could carry her. The clown pursued her, popping her cover one by one, every now and then poking her in butt, making Jenny yelp and jump! It was hard to keep hold of all the balloons while running with her breasts flopping wildly about, so Jenny finally let the balloons go, keeping just one clutched over her bosom as she bolted for the exit. Her car was just outside. Maybe the clown wouldn't chase her beyond the gate. She dashed straight past a bored employee, who simply asked, "Stamp your hand for re-entry?" before realizing her state of undress. Two steps from the gate, the clown made a final lunge, grabbing the elastic waistband on the back of her panties, pulling them down her legs. Jenny almost fell over, but caught the gate just in time. She shook the panties off her ankles, not caring anymore, just wanting to get away, and fled through the gate, hands over her front, bare butt-cheeks jiggling. Reaching her car, she looked back to see the clown standing just inside the gate, twirling her panties around with his finger. He honked his nose twice in a farewell to the pretty, exposed, red-faced blonde girl. Jenny's heart sank with despair. She had left her keys in the pocket of her shorts. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Jenny Gets Sprayed by ToddCheese It's such a nice day, Jenny thought. I think I'll walk home, through the park. So she continued past the noisy overcrowded bus, glad to escape the inappropriate bodily brushes and occasional outright gropings that always inevitably seemed to befall a curvaceous young woman trapped in the confines of mass transit. And she clicked along a well-maintained cobblestone path, enjoying the fresh flower-scented air, and the little breezes that caressed her skin through her light blouse and billowy skirt. Jenny was far from the only one welcoming the escape the park offerred. Along her stroll she passed mothers watching young children playing on the swings and slides. A group of picnickers seated around baskets on checkerboard blankets. College students ditching classes to sunbathe on a grassy hillside. Grunge teenagers skating a U-pipe. Nearing a building at the park's far edge, she heard the sounds of playing and raucous fun, then saw a quartet of boys in scout uniforms chasing each other around with water guns. One of them spotted Jenny as well, and blew on his fingers in a loud whistle to signal his fellow pack members. The boy held up his hands in a time-out gesture, then called the others over, where they whispered together in a huddle before one approached Jenny as their spokesman. As he neared she saw he wore thick glasses over his youthful blue eyes. "Hey lady, you wanna join our game?" Jenny was flattered these boys should ask her, an adult woman, to play too. But she really should get home, she told him. The young scout's face fell, and Jenny felt bad for turning him down. The other three boys ran up to them. One with red hair and freckles, ran up and eagerly asked his friend, "Is she in?" "No," said the glasses boy, "she said she couldn't." Red Hair looked crestfallen, and Jenny was sure they were both about to cry. "All right," she said gently. "I suppose I can play for a little bit." The boys were elated. "But I get the big gun," she added, pointing to the Super Soaker in an overweight boy's hands. There had to be something in it for her, after all. "No way!" Fat Kid looked offended at the very notion, but Glasses held up a placating hand and whispered something in his ear that made him do a complete 180: "Okay!" "But there's five of us now," observed the fourth boy, a tall kid. "We won't have equal teams." Glasses thought for a moment. "Okay, new scenario, it's survival. Every man--" A quick look at Jenny. "--or lady, for yourself. Get to your bases, then we start." Jenny decided a nearby picnic table would be her "base". She checked the water level in the gun, and saw that it was close to full, then slipped off her high-heel shoes so she could move quicker. The lush grass felt cool under her bare soles. A short practice blast at a tree, testing the toy's distance and accuracy, and she was ready. "Hey, why'd you let her have the Soaker?" Red Hair asked as the scout pack proceeded around to the other side of the building. "Cuz. Now she's playing with us and she thinks she has the best gun." Glasses smirked mischievously. "All we have to do is get something even better." "You mean the hose?" suggested Tall Kid. "Better'n that!" Fat Kid's eyes lit up again in sudden delighted comprehension. "You are a genius!" he told Glasses. "You two fill these," Glasses said, handing a package of balloons to Tall and Fat. "Lure her over here. We'll get the heavy artillery." Jenny checked her watch and saw that it had been almost two minutes. Certainly the game was underway by now. So where were the boys? Probably hiding from the one with the most powerful gun, she concluded. Or, all hiding in ambush, waiting to gang up on me! These kids clearly knew each other well, and alliances were bound to form in the face of a common "enemy". That was why she'd been asked to play. Well, she'd beat them at their own game, Jenny decided! Taking the initiative, she stepped cautiously toward the building where she'd last seen the boys. As expected, she caught a glimpse of Fat Kid peek his face around the corner and quickly duck back. Typical adolescent strategy, she thought. Make the slowest one be the decoy. But as Jenny edged toward the corner, Fat Kid and Tall Kid appeared just long enough to toss a pair of water balloons at her. Tall Kid's splashed just next to her ankle, dousing her foot with icy water. Jenny's shock at the sudden cold was followed by another horrid realization: Both her summer blouse and her billowy skirt were... WHITE! If she got hit, her clothing would become completely transparent! Maybe I should just put down the gun and walk away, she considered briefly. But, No, I promised the boys I'd play with them. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. Meanwhile, inside the scout building, Red Hair and Glasses hauled an awkward cart out of the storage closet, grinning with anticipation. The device they planned to use was a gas-powered pressure-washer, still here from their summer project of spray-cleaning and painting the old building into their new headquarters. The scoutmaster had left it here! The two boys wheeled it outside, connected it to the hose, and started the engine. Another splash of water caught Jenny's shoulder as she turned her head at the sudden growl of a loud motor. She hoped it wasn't that Biker character who always seemed to be looking at her lustily, as if picturing her undressed. No time for that, she thought. Tall Kid was still tossing water balloons her way, but gangly limbs made his aim consistently off, a few feet to the side, and there was one that went right over her head. An awkward growth spurt, Jenny decided. This would almost be too easy. She promised herself she wouldn't humiliate the youths too badly. Jenny shot back, rapid-fire, pasting dark spots all over their uniforms, including one embarrassing squirt to Fat Kid's crotch, making it look as though he'd wet himself. The two boys suddenly found themselves out of balloons, and beat a hasty retreat around the building, where they ducked in and out, firing tiny streams from their puny little squirt guns. A panic suddenly gripped Jenny: Where were Glasses and Red Hair? She whirled around, suspecting an ambush from behind, but there was no one there. Good thing too, as her Soaker was running on empty. There was a water pump on the other side of the building, she remembered. She'd just have to drive the two boys back far enough to get to it. Jenny rounded the corner... ...and found the whole pack of scouts waiting with excited grins on their faces. Red Hair manned a pressure washer, its business end pointed directly at her! Jenny, wide-eyed as a deer in headlights, had just enough time to squeak out an "Oh no!" before Red's finger squeezed the trigger. WARNING: Jenny and the scouts are fictional characters. DO NOT try this for real! Not even on a girl with a really hot body like Jenny's. Jenny was literally knocked off her feet as a 3000-psi spray blast struck her, sending her flying backwards and ripping her feathery summer clothes to shreds. She ended up sprawled in an undignified position in a puddle of mud, stark naked and soaking wet. The laughter of the scouts rang in her ears. Shaking her head to clear the the disorientation, Jenny was horrified to see the boys staring down at her, goggle-eyed. She realized her legs were spread wide apart like a cheap slut's, giving them an unobstructed view of her most intimate area. Quickly, albeit too late, she clasped them together and began looking around frantically for her clothes, finding only soggy tatters. "Wh--... What have you done?!" she wailed. "My outfit, it's ruined!" "Hey," suggested Glasses, "let's practice our knot-tying!" The other scouts heartily agreed, and before poor Jenny could get up, Red Hair and the Fat Kid had her pinned down while Tall Kid and Glasses were binding her ankles with the torn strips of what had once been her clothing. Jenny hollered for to them to stop, told them what naughty boys they were and threatened how much trouble they'd be in when she told their scoutmaster what they'd done! As she struggled and yelled, Red Hair jammed a scrap in her mouth and tied another around her jaw, gagging her. She held her hands over her exposed breasts, but as soon as her feet were secure the boys flipped her over on her stomach in the mud. They grabbed her arms and pulled them out from under her, to bind them behind her back. Jenny felt her ass squeezed and playfully slapped as the boys laughed. Then Glasses told them to help her to her feet and they did so, not passing up the opportunity to cop a feel of her breasts in the process. Fat Kid stared in awe at her pubic area, wondering whether he dared go for it, but ultimately he didn't. Tall Kid snapped a few pictures with a digital camera. "Let's see," pondered Glasses. "That's knot-tying, photography... What other badges can we earn today?" "Let's check the handbook," suggested Red. And with that, the cruel scouts began to file back toward their building, leaving Jenny there, helpless, bound and naked. Jenny begged for them to come back, to please let her go, promising not to tell anyone, but she was left all alone. Her situation was hopeless. Her clothes were now soaked rags and besides, she'd never get dressed again with her hands bound. She couldn't even cover her private areas! She was now faced with the humiliating task of getting someone to free her from her predicament. Slowly, carefully, she was able to push herself first to her knees, then to an unsteady standing position. Jenny's face smoldered a glowing red as she hopped all the way back across the park. Past the grunge teenagers skating a U-pipe. (One of them wiped out as he stared at her.) Past the college students sunbathing. (A girlfriend jealously slapped her grinning boyfriend's face.) Past the picnickers. (One nearly choked on a bite of his sandwich.) Past the mothers with children. (Innocent eyes were covered, and disgusted looks were sent Jenny's way.) Whether out of sheer surprise, offense, or simple enjoyment of the spectacle, no one thought to offer any help to poor bound, exposed Jenny, and she was far too embarrassed to ask. Her supple breasts swayed and shook wildly with with each agonizing hop. What on earth was she going to do? Her friend's place wasn't too far from here. Just a couple of blocks on the other side of the park. She could make it. And so Jenny bounced, flopped and jiggled her way down the long cobblestone path, through the park gate, and across the street. She squinched her eyes against the curious and very amused stares of passers-by, but was unable to cover ears against taunts and catcalls. Her chest hurt from all the bouncing, and the sudden honks of traffic constantly startled her. Finally she hopped onto the curb, up a short flight of cement steps and, turning around full-frontal to the street, fumbled for the doorbell with her bound hands. She prayed her friend wouldn't tease her too much. After what felt like hours, the door opened and Jenny, unspeakably grateful, hopped the final few steps into sanctuary, at last free from mirthful public eyes. Her friend had company. "Hi Jenny," said Ashley. "These fine young boys were just offering to pressure-wash the siding on my house." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Poker-Face Jenny" by ToddCheese Jenny walked slowly through the Scouts' headquarters, the heels of her pumps clicking sharply on the cement floor. Her glazed eyes travelled from one dull craft exhibit to the next: A butterfly collection, some artwork make entirely out of different kinds of leaves, a hand-carved totem pole. She was bored, but tried not to show it. Jenny felt an obligation to support local youth groups, as they were a good influence and kept the kids busy and out of trouble. It's just that this wasn't nearly as fun as going clubbing with Ashley. Most of the booths were games aimed squarely at younger kids, not a sharply-dressed young woman in a tight skirt like herself. The pinewood derby was easily the most interesting event. That was where the Scouts built their own model cars, carving them out of blocks of wood, strategically weighted, and sent them racing down a track to see whose design was the most aerodynamic. Jenny covered her hand with a mouth, stifling a yawn. "Hey lady, you bored?" came a young male voice beside her, startling her slightly. "No, no," she apologized hastily, not wanting to appear rude. "I was just..." But she couldn't think of a good excuse. "Hey, it's okay," said the boy, who wore thick glasses and a brown and green Scout's uniform. (And, Jenny thought, looked somehow familiar.) "This stuff is dullsville. But we've got a way more fun game going on in the back, and it's by invite only." "Oh. And I take it I'm invited, then?" asked Jenny as the Scout led her to a door in the back and rapped on it in an elaborate series of code knocks. Cute, Jenny thought. The door cracked open, and a fat kid's face came into view. He started to ask, "What's the pass--" but when he saw Jenny, his eyes widened and he let them in without hesitation. The room was small, and empty save for a circular table with 5 chairs situated around its circumference. Three other boys were waiting inside: The fat kid on door duty, a redhaired lad, and one who was quite thin and noticeably taller than his peers. "So," asked Jenny as the Fat Kid shut and locked the door. "What exactly do we have here?" "A little side fundraiser," answered the Glasses boy, leading her to the table. "To help us earn our fund-raising badges. And a lot more fun than any of the stuff going on out there." "You got money?" Fat Kid asked abruptly. Red Hair punched him in the arm to shut him up. Jenny checked her purse. "About $40. Why?" "For betting," answered Glasses, as Tall Kid shuffled the deck. "The game is poker. Five cards, aces high, nothing wild. Anything we win goes into the Scouts' community improvement fund." That sounds nice, thought Jenny, but... "What if you lose?" "It's our own money," answered Red Hair. (Where had Jenny seen these boys before?? She racked her pretty blonde head trying to recall.) "So if we lose it comes out of our own pockets," Glasses added. "But we're counting on the generosity of our patrons to let us win at least some of it back." "Fair enough," decided Jenny. She set her purse down under one of the chairs, and the five of them sat down to play. Jenny's luck was spectacular. In the first hand she got two pair, then a full house. Then three of a kind. Then an unbelievable straight flush! By that point the Scouts were completely out of money. They looked absolutely devastated, and Jenny felt guilty. "Well, I guess that's that," sighed Glasses. "No money for the fundraiser," said the Tall Kid, looking crestfallen. "And no new badge," added Red Hair miserably. "We don't even have enough left to get ice cream with the others," said the Fat Kid. He looked like he was about to cry. Jenny felt absolutely horrible. "Here," she said, offering some of their money back. But this only made the boys hang their heads, looking even more ashamed. Of course, Jenny realized, she had emasculated them. She'd have to let them earn it back themselves. After all, Jenny thought, it's only money. "How about we play for it," she suggested. "I'll bet everything I've just won from you in a single hand." "Yeah, but," sniffled Fat Kid, "then we'd just be right back where we started. This whole evening will be for nothing." Looking at their sad, innocent faces made Jenny soften even further. "Okay, tell you what," she added. "I'll even bet the $40 I have in my purse." "You're on!" said Glasses. Tall Kid shuffled and dealt, and this time Jenny tried to complete a hand, but her luck seemed to have suddenly run out. Two discards, and none of the new draws made her hand any better. Red Hair called it, laying down his cards to reveal three of a kind. Jenny had lost. "Time to ante up," said Glasses. "Oh, all right," Jenny sighed. She felt a bit foolish she'd be down $40, but at least it was going for a good cause. Only... where was the $40 she'd brought? She dug around in her purse but couldn't find it! What had happened to it? "Is there a problem, lady?" asked Red Hair. "Oh..." said Jenny, embarrassed. "I, um... can't seem to find the money I thought I had. B-but don't worry!" she added, not wanting to seem like a deadbeat to the nice young lads. "I'll find some way to pay you..." She wasn't sure how she'd do that, though. "What about that necklace?" asked Glasses, pointing to the one Jenny wore around her neck. "Oh, no, I couldn't..." said Jenny. It was one of her favorites. "Hey, don't worry," said Fat Kid. "We'll give you a chance to win it back." "Just like you did for us," agreed Tall Kid. "Well... okay," said a reluctant Jenny. "But what can I bet for the next hand?" "What else you got in your purse?" asked Red Hair. Jenny poked through it but found little of value: Tissues, feminine pads, her subway pass, her emergency makeup kit, but nothing of value other than her cell phone. "Well... I guess I could part with this," she decided. She could always get a newer model if she lost again. The next hand, Jenny did great! She was dealt four clubs and picked up a fifth with a discard, making a flush! She called it. "Ha! Beat that, boys," she called triumphantly, setting the cards down. They went around the table. Glasses had a pair of aces. Tall Kid had three jacks. Red Hair had nothing. But... Fat Kid had his own flush, in a higher suit than Jenny's! Reluctantly, Jenny handed over her phone. "Wanna try again?" Glasses asked. "We'll bet the phone and necklace against your purse and whatever else is in it." Jenny thought about this... She really didn't have much else of value, and she really wanted the necklace back, so she put her purse on the pile in the center of the table. The next round brought Jenny two fives at the start, and also three diamond cards. She could go for fives, possibly a full house, or try for something better. She decided to go for another flush. It was a long shot, but would guarantee her a win, she thought. So she discarded her two fives, and drew... and got the other two! Damn! If she hadn't just thrown the first two away she would have won for sure! And she was still two cards short of the flush. But maybe next round...? Too bad, Red Hair called it and won with two pair. The boys grabbed her purse and began rummaging through it eagerly. It was then that Jenny remembered her subway pass! Now she'd have to walk home! And it was 10 miles from here, at least! And her house keys were in there as well! "Um, boys?" she said meekly. "I do kind of need my keys back." "Sorry," said Glasses. "You bet everything in your purse. And that includes the keys." "But I didn't think..." No, that was her problem, Jenny realized, she hadn't thought! "There must be something we can work out," she pleaded. "Hmmmm..." Glasses thought a moment, then decided, "Swap you for your shoes." "My shoes?" Jenny wasn't sure she liked that idea at all. She'd still have to walk all the way to the subway, now barefoot, and she wasn't sure they'd even let her ride without shoes on. The pass would be useless. "How about my shoes for the cell phone?" she asked. If she got that back, she could call someone for help. Someone like... "Hi, Ashley? This is Jenny! Listen, I need your help!" Jenny explained the situation as best she could, ending with, "Just get over here, and bring some money so I can pay them off. I'll reimburse you tomorrow, I promise!" And so, about 20 minutes later, Ashley strode impatiently in, still in her red strapless dress from a night on the town cut short. She looked supremely annoyed at the inconvenience her blonde friend had caused her. In the meantime, at the Scouts' suggestion, Jenny had played a few more rounds to pass the time, and had ended up losing the cell phone again, plus her shoes, earrings, and the ribbon she used to tie up her hair. She couldn't understand it, she just kept losing game after game, and after she'd been doing so well at first! And what had happened to the $40 whose disappearance had gotten her into this awful mess to begin with? If Jenny had been less trusting, she might have suspected that one of her young opponents had pilfered it from her purse while she wasn't looking. But, no, these fine young boys would never do something like that! Jenny looked up as the brunette approached. "Ashley, thanks for com--" Ashley rudely pushed Jenny out of the chair and sat down. "All right, let's get this over with," she said impatiently. "I have $80, against everything she lost. I win and we're squared." "Um, Ashley?" piped in Jenny. "Don't you think you should win it back a little at a time, instead of trying to do it all at once?" "Shut up, Jenny. It's your fault you're in this mess, so I'm in charge now, got it?" Then, to Glasses, "Deal." He did, and Ashley growled in disgust at her lousy hand. Three discards later, she was left with a simple pair, not nearly enough to beat the full house Fat Kid brandished. "Aww, shit!" Ashley swore. But she wasn't about to leave broke. She could win it back. "Jenny," she ordered, "give 'em something." "I don't HAVE anything else, Ashley!" came the protest. "Your blouse." "M-my blouse?!" stammered Jenny in disbelief. "B-but..." "Give them your damn blouse, now!" snarled Ashley. Meekly, Jenny obeyed, undoing the buttons down the front one by one, exposing a black push-up bra holding her perfectly-formed D-cup breasts. Ashley grabbed it and tossed it on the table. The Scouts managed to tear their eyes away from Jenny enough to exchange looks of incredulous disbelief at their luck. Jenny clasped her hands over her front as Glasses quipped, "Look, she's playing Texas Hold 'Em!" The other boys found this hysterical. The cards were dealt, and this time Ashley knew she had it made, with a full house right off the bat. She called it, but -- how in the HELL?! -- Tall Kid had one too, with higher cards. "Dammit!" muttered Ashley. She held out her hand to Jenny, snapped her fingers, "Skirt." "Noooo!" whined Jenny. "You can't do this, Ashley!" "You had your chance," the saucy brunette told her. "Now we're doing things my way." The Scouts watched with wide, eager eyes as Jenny stood, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, leaving her lower body in just a pair of red and black checkered panties. "Oh, cute underwear," scoffed Ashley. "Hey, look, she's got a royal flush!" teased Glasses, indicating Jenny's deeply reddening face and neck. "Yeah, and I have a straight," added Fat Kid, "In my pants!" He was staring at Jenny's cleavage. Another round, another loss for Ashley. Now she demanded that friend give up her bra. "Come on, Ashley," wailed a desperate Jenny. "We've lost everything! Let's just call it quits? Please??" "I am NOT giving up!" And to show just how serious she was, Ashley began pulling her OWN red strapless dress over her head... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is all your fault!" muttered Ashley as she stepped out into the night, one hand over her breasts, the other over her pubic region. Behind them, the Scouts had just finished divvying up the evening's winning's. A fight had looked to break out over Jenny's bra. "MY fault?!" cried Jenny. "I didn't bet everything I had at once! I'm not the one who bet YOUR dress! I'm not the one who didn't wear anything underneath!" They stood against the back side of the building, arguing. Jenny felt utterly ridiculous, standing there in just her panties. The Scouts had let her keep them, deciding they looked cute on her shapely ass... and because she'd been a good sport, letting them recoup their losses. "Well what are we going to do now?" demanded Ashley, her clothing gone and her night ruined. "Go home, I guess," was Jenny's only answer. "And how exactly do you propose we do that? Like THIS?" Ashley indicated her naked body. Jenny realized Ashley had a point. Ten miles walking, and the subway would be even worse. Both ladies jumped as a horn honked sharply and a vehicle pulled up beside them. It was Ashley's red convertible! "Want a lift?" asked Glasses, behind the wheel. Jenny couldn't BELIEVE it when Ashley had wagered the car. "Here, sit up front," invited Red Hair, in the passenger seat. "No, back here, between us!" said Fat Kid, in the back with Tall. He added, "That way you won't distract the driver." Jenny climbed in, keeping her hands over her breasts, looking morbidly embarrassed. Ashley prepared to follow. "Sorry, lady," said Glasses. "Only room for one more." "That would be unsafe," added Red Hair, proudly displaying his safety badge. "And she--" Tall Kid pointed to Jenny, "--helped us earn our fund-raising badges." "Plus now we'll get a 'Helping a Damsel in Distress' badge, too!" said Fat Kid. "But just so there's no hard feelings," added Red Hair, "here." He tossed something at Ashley's feet. "Consolation prize," explained Glasses. "You get to keep the cards from tonight's game. Maybe use 'em to win some clothes off somebody else. They're marked." Glasses spun the wheel and the car pulled away into the night, leaving a furious Ashley naked and coughing in a cloud of exhaust. "I'll get you for this, Jenny," she vowed, through clenched teeth.

Joan's Slutty Summer Vacation by Beauxblu Introduction: A week at the beach offers new opportunities and adventurous sex SATURDAY Joan was aroused from her nap by the flight attendant’s announcement that they were beginning their descent into Coastal Regional Airport. Joan yawned and sat up in her seat noticing that her short sundress skirt had ridden high up her legs during her nap revealing her tanned thighs to the heavy gentleman setting next to her in the aisle seat. He had also had a teasing view of her firm breasts which was permitted by the unbuttoned top buttons revealing most of her tanned braless tits. She settled back in her seat, fastened her seatbelt for the landing while leaving her skirt high up her thighs. It was a Saturday morning and Joan was traveling to meet her husband who was working at a resort beach community as a consultant for his accounting firm. She would be visiting for the next week and he would be working during the weekdays but they would have the two weekends and evenings together before she returned home on the following Sunday. Joan looked forward to the relaxing and rejuvenating vacation over the next few days and the free time that it promised.  Mark watched as Joan descended the stairs from the small regional jet with her carry on bag. She looked so sexy in her short pale green floral sundress with the flared skirt. He could see her unfettered breasts bouncing seductively as she walked toward the waiting area. As she approached Mark scooped her into his arms lifting her against him for a long passionate kiss, an action which lifted her skirt exposing much of her rounded ass to the view of those behind her. They were happy to be reunited after three weeks apart. Mark took Joan’s bag and they proceeded through the terminal to his car.  It was a short drive to the beach cottage that Mark was leasing. The cottage was on the ocean front nestled among similar structures with the living area on the 2nd and 3rd levels. A large front balcony with entrances from the living room and master suite graced the front of the structure. Joan walked through the cottage admiring the layout then walked out onto the balcony to feel the ocean breeze. Mark came up behind her reaching around to caress her breasts and squeeze her hardening nipples through the thin cotton material. He turned her to face him and they meshed against one another in another passionate kiss. Joan was aware that Mark was aroused from the hardness of his lovely dick pressing into her abdomen. He had been on his own for the past three weeks and unless his proclivities had changed had likely not had sex with anyone resorting to periodic masturbation for relief. Joan looked as always to the sex with her loving husband but her weeks without him had not deprived her of her owners sexual satisfactions.  Mark began unbuttoning Joan’s dress pulling it away from her body. As it slipped to the floor Joan said “So you want to take me naked out here on the deck where everybody can see?” “Yep” replied Mark “I want to keep you as exposed and available this week as I possibly can.”  Joan stepped out of her dress, placed her thumbs inside the waist band of her small pastel green thong and sliding it down her legs to the floor. Mark stripped off his slacks and shirt. Joan dropped to her knees and pulled Mark’s briefs to the floor as she began pumping his erect 7 inches with her hand. She took him into her mouth and began sucking and licking the head while continuing to work the shaft with her hand. She felt Mark began to press his penis into her mouth and she gradually took more and more of his length holding her breath and relaxing her throat as his member began to probe deeply into her mouth. Now fully engaged Mark gently throat fucked Joan allowing periods of extraction to catch her breath as streams of saliva hung from her mouth and off his dick. Joan’s mouth and throat were used for several minutes as they commenced a week of coupling in a very public way.  Mark raised Joan from her knees and lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his body as Mark positioned his dick at her vaginal opening. She lowered her body impaling the hard dick inside her pussy. Mark’s hands grasp her ass cheeks as she rode up and down his shaft while Mark grunted and thrust inside her. Joan was as excited by the exposed sex as she was by her husband’s dick satisfying her. Joan felt her first orgasm breaking and began to utter little cries and her body convulsed against Mark and her juices flowed freely around his dick and out of her body. She was in the midst of enjoying continuing pleasure waves from her release when her husband climaxed inside her. Mark carried her inside still wrapped around him as he held her close. He lay her across their bed and kissed her lovingly as she played with her clit while enjoying the tremors still coursing through her body. Nice way to begin the weekend, she thought.  Later that afternoon Mark had Joan dress in her little short sundress sans thong this time and they went out for an early dinner at a local beach bar. Sunday's in late season were somewhat slow with most customers either older couples or golfing groups in the resort for a few days. Joan was one of the few younger women there and her revealingly clad body garnered plenty of attention from others. Mark enjoyed showing her off and he knew that Joan got aroused by her state of nakedness and the lascivious attention she received from the mostly male crowd.  SUNDAY Sunday arrived with bright sun and a gentle breeze. Mark served a light breakfast of croissants and fresh fruit on the balcony with both of them seated naked at the small patio table. Neighbors were about and some walked nearby on the way to the beach but no one seemed to notice or mind the nude couple seated on the beach house balcony.. After breakfast they put on swim suits and took towels to the beach to relax in the warm sun. Joan wore one of her more respectable bikinis this day but did remove the top once they had walked some distance down the beach and away from where most of the beach goers were gathered.  They lazily soaked up the sun with occasional dips in the surf to refresh and cool themselves. “So” Mark said, as they lay close on the sand, I’ll be off to work tomorrow but I want you to enjoy your days while I'm away.  “Oh, I will” Joan responded.  They walked casually along the beach hand in hand . Mark enjoyed the admiring looks that Joan received from other beach goers, particularly the males. “You know, you should pick up a new swim suit or two while you are here. Maybe something a little more daring” Mark suggested.  “I’ve already had my top off while we were lying on the beach earlier”, Joan replied. She knew that Mark was wanting her to wear something that would reveal more and provoke her exhibitionist side, not that it took any prodding to get her so inclined “But, I might see what’s available in the local shops if you would like me too” she added.  “Sure, why don’t you do that”, Mark responded. The day passed all too quickly with a late Italian dinner, some time in the beach house hot tub and a late visit back to the deserted night shore where they had sex among the sand dunes and sea oats that wafted in the gentle sea breeze.  MONDAY Monday found Joan exiting a taxi along ocean boulevard where most of the better shopping was available. She had worn tight white low rise Lycra shorts that accentuated her round prominent bottom and a short t shirt top that exposed her midriff with her bare breasts threatening to slip into view below the hem with only slight provocation. Her medium length strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a short ponytail making her look younger than her 34 years. She presented quite a sexy image as she meandered along the street with her bag slung over her shoulder.  She looked in a couple of shops at swimsuits but didn’t find anything that was quite slutty enough to match the image that she knew Mark was hoping for. As she crossed a side street she spied a beach store a block or two away from the others and walked down for a look. There were only one or two customers in the store when she entered. The store was filled with every imaginable beach related item from floats to chairs and tons of tee shirts with beach logos and suggestive language emblazoned on many. There was a long rack of swimsuits near the rear of the store and she found quite a few skimpy thong bikinis and micro bikini’s. She selected three off the rack and went into the changing room to try them on. The changing rooms were small and poorly lit with a cheap overhead fluorescent fixture and the rooms were a bit the worse for wear and not all too clean. Joan closed the door, noting that there was not a latch provided, she quickly removed her shorts and top and put on the first bikini. It was a bright yellow composed of two small triangles for covering her breasts and a slightly larger triangle for her pubic area. She maneuvered the skimpy material into position and deftly tied the thin strings attaching the top. The bottom triangle barely covered her vulva and easily showed the outline of her protruding mound. Her body was well displayed by the suit. Joan wanted to see herself in a better light so she opened the plywood door and walked back into the main store where the light was brighter and there was a full dressing mirror available.  Joan had to walk several yards to a corner full length mirror. She was aware that her backside and most of her naked body would be on display to anyone in that part of the store. She saw one other woman some distance away near the front. She stood in front of the mirror and turned to view the suits fit. The thin strings holding the cloth triangles in place caressed her tanned body. This one will work Joan thought as she turned to return to the dressing room. Walking toward the dressing room she encountered a man who appeared to work at the store. He smiled and greeted her and in a heavy middle eastern accent askIng if she needed any help. She thanked him but said “No, I’m fine thank you.” She continued toward the dressing room aware that the man had stopped to watch her as she walked away.  Joan removed the yellow bikini and looked over her next selection. This one was a white string bikini with very sheer cloth material covering the vital areas. The cloth covered a bit more area but her nipples and areola were plainly visible and while her vulva was not outlined by the material her entire pussy was vaguely visible through the diaphanous material. Wondering how the bikini would look in the brighter light Joan once again walked out of the dressing room and into the store. She turned to head toward the mirror and met the man who she had encountered before and a second older middle eastern man obviously waiting for her to come out. The older man rushed up to her exclaiming how good the bikini looked on her. Joan barely had time to respond before both men were ushering her toward the mirror chattering about her appearance and the wonderful suit. Joan viewed her image in the mirror with the two men standing to her sides. She might as well have been completely naked under the bright lights her breasts and pubic area were clearly visible. If anything the sheer material highlighted her assets and attracted the eye more than nudity might have. The two men stepped closer to Joan touching her arms and shoulders and coaxing her to turn and look at herself. Their comments became a mixture of broken English and an eastern language she did not understand. As they touched her and continued to rain compliments upon her. Joan began to feel her body respond to her nakedness and the attention of the two men. Moisture was building in her vagina and her body was warming in her arousal.  As Joan accepted more of the two men’s attention they became bolder with their touching. Hands now brushed her back and sides as they talked about her. Joan backed away a bit saying that she had to try yet another suit. Joan got into the dressing room and closed the door with both men waiting outside.. She removed the white bikini and noticed that the bottom was damp with her wetness. She badly would have liked to take some time and masturbate herself to an orgasm in the dingy little dressing room but with the two men obviously waiting for her that didn’t seem an available form of relief at the moment.  The third bikini was a micro. She had never tried on one of these revealing numbers before. There was barely anything there. She pulled up the bottoms consisting of a thin elastic band around the waist and a thinner strap between her ass cheeks with a narrow vertical lavender strip of cloth covering her slit, the sides of her vulva were bared and had she had any pubic hair it would have been arrayed around the small strip of cloth. The elastic waist band was stretched in a sharp V from her hips to the apex of. Her mound like a directional arrow pointing at her fleshy nether region. The breast cover was of similar design. Two narrow strips less than two inches in width, covered her nipples leaving much of her areola on display and her breasts for the most part uncovered as a thin network of string ties struggled to keep the bits of material in place. Joan might as well have been topless for all of the cover provided by the micro. Joan began to wonder about the wisdom of appearing before her two suitors in this bit of slutty beachwear but her juices were flowing and her natural sexual nature and previous sexual encounters overcame any concerns so she made the best adjustments that she could and opened the door.  The two men again rushed over and began their solicitous courting of her once again now speaking much more in their foreign tongue. They began walking her back toward the mirror once again. Joan noticed that she was now the only customer in the store. The older of the two men now allowed his hand to slip from her back down to her bare ass cheek and caress her firm rounded flesh as they walked. Joan made no effort to stop him. They stood beside her in front of the mirror. The older man continued to caress and rub her ass while the younger one rubbed the arm he was holding and she could feel the hardness of his a dick pressing into her thigh. She moved her hip into him as an acknowledgment of his sexual state. The older man now boldly caressed her left breast and when Joan permitted his touch he dropped his head to her chest and sucked her firm nipple into his mouth. Joan turned to face him placed her hand behind his balding head as he sucked feverishly at her right breast.  The older man suddenly barked something to the younger one and he rushed away toward the front of the store. Joan soon realized that his mission was to secure the front door and close the store. She was now on her own for sure with the two men. Straps were scattered askew about her body as her breasts were freed to be mauled, sucked and bitten by the older of the two men. The younger man returned and began pulling the tiny bottoms off Joan. He got his hand into the crack of her ass and urgently began probing her bottom. The two men continued to chatter at each other with the older one firmly in command of the proceedings. He dropped his pants and pushed down on Joan’s shoulders indicating he wanted her to suck him. Joan was confronted by a very fat somewhat short cock outlined by large veins and a hairy pubic base. His large balls swung below. She peeled back the uncut skin and proceeded to lick and suck the older man’s cock into her mouth and caress his balls with her other hand. The younger man knelt beside her and continued to probe her ass and pull and pinch at her breasts.  The man she was pleasing orally began to thrust into her mouth urgently and while his girth was challenging the length didn’t pose a problem for her to accommodate. Just a few minutes into the session Joan felt the older man tense and his fat dick pulsed as he pumped his cum over her tongue. Her mouth was so filled with his cock that much of the seamen was forced from her mouth before she could swallow running down her chin and throat and dripping onto her thighs and the floor.  As the softening dick slipped from Joan’s mouth the younger man pulled her from her kneeling position and bent her forward over a counter of beach towels. He spread her legs placed his hands on either ass cheek spread them and began vigorously lapping and probing her pouting opening with his tongue. He spit into her crack allowing the spittle to run down until he began lubricating her ass with his finger. Joan was glad that her ass was fucked frequently enough that it was easily pliable for entry which permitted her to enjoy anal penetration with little discomfort. She heard the sound of a zipper and soon felt the head of a cock pressed against her anus. Positioning himself the younger man roughly thrust his cock into her opening. Joan gave a grunt with the attack as the man settled into rapid fucking of her ass. He grabbed Joan’s poly tail pulling her head back and forcing her to meet his pounding dick with each thrust. Joan wanted badly to play with her clit but the violence of the assault on her ass didn’t permit that at the moment. The sound of the young man’s body slamming against Joan’s spread ass filed the store as he grunted and gasp while rushing toward his climax. Joan’s hair was released and the man grabbed both of her shoulders pulling her back fully against him as he emptied inside her bowel.  Joan slumped against the towels catching her breath as the man pulled out of her. The older man was now becoming agitated and began excitedly directing activities having to do with getting Joan dressed and out of the store. Both men helped Joan up from the display counter and rushed her toward the dressing room. “Get dressed, leave.” The older one kept saying. They obviously wanted her gone.  Joan quickly got her shorts and top back on. The men continued to talk excitedly outside as she opened the dressing room door grasping the rumpled pile of swimsuits in her hand the men quickly ushered her toward the door. One grabbed a bag for her to put the swimsuits in as she was thrust through the door and onto the sidewalk. As Joan walked away with cum residue still drying l on her face and neck and leaking from her ass she noticed a car pulling up in front of the store. Two women got out and entered the store. Obviously this was the reason for the rush. Someone’s wife or girlfriend was showing up and they didn’t want to get caught with a sexy American. Joan needed to freshen up and also pay some attention to her pussy which had been totally ignored through the entire encounter in the store. She began searching for a business with a public rest room to freshen up. She had gained three free bikinis and some unexpected sexual stimulation as a result of her shopping trip.  TUESDAY Tuesday she spent much of the day on the shore sunning in her little skimpy yellow bikini to the lecherous glances of many of the men and jealous or detesting looks from their wives or companions. She enjoyed the attention from both and found opportunities to flash a little of her few hidden charms still covered by the small bikini. That evening Mark took her down the coast for dinner at a seafood camp. As was his practice when they were out of town he had her wear revealing clothes to better show her off. That night she wore a pair of Daisy Duke short cut off denims low on her hips with a nice amount of cheek exposed to view. Her top was a cotton red and white checked shirt which she tied in a knot just beneath her breasts with no buttons fastened. Her exposed middle sported a gold body chain that floated just above her hips. Needless to say her assets were as much a part of the pleasing view as the late sunset across the marsh from the veranda where they enjoyed dinner.  WEDNESDAY Joan awoke Wednesday to a steady rain. No beach today she thought. So, what to do for the day. As she had a cup of coffee she began browsing the Internet on her pad. She queried Spas in the area thinking that a soothing massage and facial would be a welcome diversion. She placed a call to make a reservation at an exclusive Spa at a resort hotel a few miles up the coast.  Joan took a taxi to her destination. She wore the checkered shirt from last evening and a pair of fitted designer jeans that hugged her legs and framed her ass to good effect. Her high wedge sandals completed her outfit except for her jewelry. She took the elevator down to the Spa level and checked in at the desk.  In the locker room Joan disrobed and went into a large sauna. She was alone in the darkened interior so she lay along one of the wooden benches allowing her naked body to be warmed by the heat. Soon she was coated with sweat as her skin radiated from the high heat and humidity. Time passed as she became coated with wetness, hair plastered against her scalp and forehead with perspiration, she exited picking up a large towel to wrap around her nakedness. She walked through the locker room and entered the lobby of the massage parlor. A young Asian girl ushered her to a small cooling pool and removed her towel for her to step into the cool waters. The waters appeared colder than its actual temperature due to the elevated warmth of her body. Joan submerged herself holding her breath as the coolness jolted her senses. After a couple of minutes she stood to depart the pool and the young girl awaited her with a fresh, plush towel. She was then led into a small massage room where two expert masseuses plied her body with knowing hands leaving her in a super pampered and relaxed condition.  As Joan took the hotel elevator up from the Spa she decided to grab some lunch before returning to the beach house. She located the bar and entered its darkened interior finding all of the bar stools unoccupied. She ordered a Mimosa with a shrimp salad and began to look around the interior. There were few people in the bar at this hour of the day. There were two couples having lunch and two or three tables of men one group dressed in suits indicating a likely business outing and the others,older men probably golfers or vacationers, trapped at the hotel by the rainy day. As Joan finished her lunch, a man approached the bar and ordered another round of Bloody Mary’s for he and his male companion seated at a booth behind her. He looked over at Joan and said to the bartender and give her another as well. Joan smiled and thanked the man. He walked closer and said “Why not have your drink with my friend and I rather than sitting alone at the bar.” Joan readily agreed and took her drink over to the booth where the two men were seated. Both appeared to be in their sixties, a little paunchy and overweight, Both were pleasant and engaging. Joan gathered that they had assumed she was a working girl and she set about correcting that impression. Joan very quickly told her companions that she was vacationing for the week with her husband who was working in the area and that she was on her own during the week days. “Well” one finally said, we are actually here with a group for a couple of days of golf but the weather has us stuck today. The rest of the guys are up in the suite playing cards.”  Joan shared that she had come over from the beach for a massage And was having lunch before departing. Joan was well aware that both men were focused on the amount of cleavage she was showing with her teasing little checkered shirt and braless tits. She leaned forward with elbows on the table allowing the exposure of more bare skin to the two men sitting opposite her. Conversation halted momentarily as her companions took advantage of the view she offered. “Wow”, one finally said, “please don’t take this wrong but you are one lovely creature, you have a very lucky husband.” Joan smiled and stared back at the men across the table. The second fellow quickly inserted “Would you like to go up and meet the other guys? I'm sure they would like to meet you.”  “Sure, why not.” Joan replied.  They took their drinks with them to the elevator and rode up to the 12th floor. Joan was led down the hallway to a large suite where the doors opened into a living area and with an exterior glass wall that opened onto an expansive balcony looking out toward the beach. Seated around a gaming table were six other men of ages similar to her companions. . Joan was a bit surprised suspecting that there would only be two other men but eight was a nice crowd.  “This is Joan” one of her companions from downstairs offered to the group “She joined us in the bar.”. All of the men stopped and closely watched Joan walk into the room. She took a seat on a bar stool near the game table. “We were in the midst of a card game” one of the men at the table offered. Joan smiled and said “Please continue, I like card games too”. Conversations along with a few asides took place among the group in the room. Joan got off the bar stool and walked across to look out of the glass wall toward the ocean. Eight pair of eyes followed her as she walked, hips swaying provocatively and her ass nicely outlined by her low rise form fitting jeans. Joan could almost hear the blood vessels of eight cocks inflating as she passed by the table. She walked along the wall looking out to sea through the gentle rain as her figure was consumed by an eager audience. The silence began to become uncomfortable.  “I have an idea” said one of the older members of the group “ Why don’t we invite our guest to play the game with us?”. There was an eager rumble of agreement around the room. “We are playing for some pretty high stakes” said another “she might not be interested in our table stakes. “Let's come up with some new rules” offered one of the others.  They quickly worked out some playing rules. To keep the game simple and fast each player, except Joan, would anti up $50.00 per round. It would be a simple one card draw around the table, the high card holder would get his anti back and make a request of Joan. If Joan won the round each other member would add $100 to the pot. If Joan didn’t want to meet the winners request she would remove an item of clothing before moving on to the next round. They would keep count of the winner of each round and when Joan called an end to the game the player with the most wins would get all the cash in the pot. Every one agreed to the rules and three more chairs were pulled up to the table.  The first round was dealt with Joan winning the hand with a King of Diamonds. The men groaned and each added $100 to the pot. On the second round Joan was dealt a six of harts and the winning gentleman drew an Ace of Clubs. The man looked at Joan and said. “I’d like for you to remove your blouse and let me touch those tits. Joan smiled at the man, rose from her seat and walked over to where the man was seated. He turned his chair toward her and she stepped close in front of him. She spread her arms to her sides and said “Untie me”. The man pulled at the knot under her breasts loosing and then opening the front of her blouse. Her firm 33C tits were revealed and her nipples noticeably hardened as eight pairs of eyes locked onto her naked torso. She lowered her arms allowing the man to slide her shirt from her shoulders and down her arms. The man took a breast in each hand and began to slowly lick and suck on her nipples while the rest of the group watched making few sounds. Her breasts were pleasantly kneaded, licked and sucked as the audience watched jealously. “Hey, long enough” came a voice from the table “ We need to put in a two minute rule or you will hog the young lady for the rest of the day.” Joan’s breasts were released and Joan returned to her seat.  On the third round Joan drew a nine to the winners Jack of Spades. “I don’t know whether to request she suck my dick or have her take off those jeans for a look at that outstanding ass” came the winners response. “Ok, give me a blow job” came his response after a brief delay.  Joan walked around the table and the man stood as she unfastened his belt opened and unzipped his shorts pulling them along with his underwear to the floor. She was treated to a nice hard cock which She took in her hand and began licking along the veined shaft as the man’s breathing increased. She took the head in her mouth and allowed her teeth to rub against the enlarged sensitive head as she sucked him in and out of her warm mouth. As she worked over the man’s cock she heard other zippers opening as several cocks sprang into the open around the table. Joan pumped and sucked on the winners cock taking him deep in her mouth and back of her throat. Her saliva glistened along the shaft and as she worked it over. She could feel the head enlarge and the man quivered as he delivered the first rush of cum into her throat. She pulled back allowing the next discharge to blast up along her nose and forehead coating her cheeks as it ran down her face. She took the dick back into her mouth and sucked it dry ending by licking the cum from around the shaft and underside.  She returned to her seat leaving the cum on her face to resume the game while seven men sat dumbfounded around the table with there hard cocks in their hands.  Joan won the fourth round resulting in $800 more dollars being added to the pot.  The fifth round winner decided to get Joan’s jeans removed. Joan stood in front of the man and allowed him to unfasten and work her tight jeans down her hips and legs placing a hand on his shoulder for support as he pulled the denims off each foot. Joan now wore only a sheer pale pink thong and her sandals. The man caressed her thighs and had her turn for a close look at her gorgeous ass. He seemed disappointed that the thong was still on. “No way” said one of the players “You said jeans not panty so that will have to wait until another round.”  Round six resulted in the winning hand holding another Ace while Joan drew a three of spades.  “I’d like to have her masturbate for us” said the winner.” All of the men looked at Joan expecting some hesitancy or a flat refusal.  Joan left the table and walked a short distance to the large plush couch in the center of the room. She sat back into the pillows, spread her legs and began rubbing her vulva through the small thong cover. All the men left the table and formed a semi-circle near her to watch up close. Joan splayed her legs wide and slowly rubbed in and down her very wet slit lingering on her aroused clitoris and coaxing it from its protective cover. Her large little bud was clearly visible in its provoked state. Joan’s hand began to move more rapidly over and around her clit and she occasionally probed inside her vaginal walls with two or three fingers. She was becoming more and more aroused as she stimulated her sex and watched eight men pump their cocks while performed her wanton ceremony of self satisfaction. She felt so slutty and so very, very good wanting to be watched and desired as she drove herself toward orgasm.  She now lifted her feet up onto the couch pushing her pelvis more toward the edge, spreading her legs wide the thong pulled to the side exposing her entire vulva and little brown asshole to view as she continued to agitate her clit and prob her inner wetness. She felt the fist wave of her climax break over her. Joan’s pelvis arched upward, her ass tightened and her thigh muscles trembled as she jerked uncontrollably through the series of little deaths coursing through her. Her wetness soaked the coach cushions as she continued more slowly to minister to her pussy as little waves of satisfaction ran through her.  The card game was quickly forgotten as the master suite doors were opened and the large king size bed made available for the action to continue. Joan was led quivering to the bed and laid back while one of the men pulled her soaked tong down her legs and began lapping at her wet pussy licking from asshole to clit adding to her wetness. Two of the other men joined her on the bed with one beginning to prob her mouth with his cock while the other sucked and pulled on her tits. She came again as the multiple stimulations provoked her. She was then quickly mounted by another of the players and her her pussy filled by a hard pumping dick. She became lost in the state of continual arousal and raw sex that ensued.  Over the course of the afternoon she was taken in every conceivable way by the large party using her mouth, ass and vagina with a few of the men having the stamina to take her more than once. Joan’s orgasmic nature permitted her to enjoy a continuing series of climaxes as she was serviced by her attentive group.  Late that afternoon a final softened cock slipped out of her pussy and for the first time since the bedroom orgy started there was not another to take its place. Joan slowly sat up between two men on the bed. She got up and headed to the bar area in search of water. She saw two men asleep on the large couch and the other four sitting exhausted in chairs about the room. She padded naked over to a refrigerator and opened it to find several bottles of water among many beers. She withdrew a bottle and opened it to quench her thirst. A couple of her companions smiled at her as she walked past them toward the bathroom. She began to wash away some of the streaks of cum plastered around her mouth, face and body realizing that she needed to get back to her cottage to properly clean up and wash the fluids from her matted hair.  She walked about the main room seeking her top and jeans which she found on the floor near the table. Her panty was nowhere to be found. She quickly dressed, collected her bag and headed for the doorway. Several of the guys said a friendly good by and one of the two men whom she had originally encountered in the bar walked with her down the hallway to the elevators. As they arrived and he pushed the button for her he pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and pressed them into Joan’s hand. “Whoa” said Joan, pushing them back toward him. “I don’t want your money”.  “Hey, we know you are not a hooker” replied the man. “We discussed it and want you to have the money anyway. We all would have gambled or spent more than this if we had spent the day on the golf course. Buy yourself a treat. It was worth every penny.” The elevator arrived and Joan stepped inside as the man smiled and walked away. As the elevator began its descent Joan jammed better than $3000 inside her small purse.  THURSDAY Thursday was a nice day and Joan spent time on the beach once again. Following the previous marathon sex session, Mark had been keen to treat Joan to an evening of light bondage play which had allowed her to be tied down and treated to manual and mechanical stimulation of her sensitive areas and being taken to several orgasms. Today she planned on a less demanding day in the sun. She had been bold enough to wear her see through white bikini to the beach for the first time and her state of disclosure had been duly noticed by her fellow beach goers. She again casually walked along the beach front enjoying the appreciative and not so appreciative looks she received. The pure white patches of material called attention to her only slightly hidden attributes against her warm honey tanned skin.  After her walk she took her towel some distance down the beach away from the more congested area and close to mostly private property with limited access. She placed her towel down and lay on her stomach feeling the warm sun against her exposed skin. Her mind lazily played over yesterday’s events with the eight men. She thought about how she became lost in the unceasing penetrations of her body the feel of so much naked male flesh meshed against hers and what a rush it was to get lost in such a carnal orgy of pleasures. She felt the desire to masturbate there in the warm sun and sand. Rolling onto her belly she now had her hand positioned to pleasure herself without drawing attention. The nearest sunbathers were at least 30 or so yards away and into their own sun drenched stupor. She pulled the flimsy fabric covering her pussy aside and began slowly stimulating her hardening clit and felt the pleasure building. Joan developed a pattern of stimulating herself then backing off then bringing herself to the brink again as she luxuriated in the bright sun. She extended the play teasing herself for quite some time before finally giving in to the urge to climax. Her fingers now moved more rapidly and roughly over her little pleasure trigger her breathing became rapid and loud. Her thighs and buttocks quivered uncontrollably as the orgasm swept over her. Her hand slowed and she relaxed against the sand as her hand continued to provoke the waning tremors of her pleasure.  Joan finally withdrew her hand and lay still listening to the sound of the waves behind her. When she finally rolled to her side, she was jolted by the presence of a very large man sitting on the sand about 10 feet from her. She had abandoned caution in her aroused state and not heard him approach. She gasp in shock at her surprise by the sight and physical proximity of a stereotypical biker wearing jeans with a denim vest over a bare chest. His arms, neck and much of what she could see of his torso was covered in tattoos. His head was shaved and he had a neatly trimmed beard surrounding his mouth and covering his chin. A large ragged scar ran down the left side of his nose and across his cheek. Joan had frozen in her position as her wide eyes took in this visage.  “Hey lady, I just been sitting here taking in the view” his deep voice rumbled over her.  Joan scrambled to her knees and pulled her beach towel in front of her to cover her near nakedness. “What do you want?” Joan demanded.  The biker looked back over his shoulder and pointed down the beach. “See that yellow house with the red roof down the beach? I was doing some work there and I noticed this telescope set up in the front room. So I looked around the beach and saw you walking and getting plenty of attention showing off that body of yours. Thought I’d come down and take a look up close for myself.” His speech was calm and matter of fact with no hint of a threat.  Joan said “I didn’t hear you come up.” “Well, you appeared to be sorta busy working over that sweet little cooter of yours.” Said the man.  Joan couldn’t remember her pussy ever being referred to as a “cooter” before. She didn’t know how to respond.  “You live here or just come to the beach to get off?” He continued.  “I’m vacationing with my husband” Joan answered.  “I don't see no husband”  “He works here. Joan responded.  “While he’s at work you come down and show-off to the tourists and get your jolly’s on the beach” he said not as a question but as a matter of fact. Joan did not reply.  “Show me that little cooter of yours honey.” The man said.  “I will not, what do you take me for?” Joan shot back. “A slut?” “Oh, I know you are a slut” came his matter of fact reply. “You may be a married slut, but you are a slut, maybe classier than most but you are a slut.”  Joan had never been talked to like this before and certainly not by some stranger. Her eyes locked on the man’s and they stared at each other.  “Now, slide over here and uncover that cooter of yours” came another matter of fact request.  Joan continued to sit and stare without responding.  “I got other things to do” said the man “you haven’t run off or screamed and I’ve already sat here and watched you fuck your hand and I’m asking you real nice to let me check out your cooch. Now, if you want to pretend you don’t like to show your fuck box like you been doing for most of the morning help yourself. If you want to do what you naturally love to do, then get with it.”  A shiver ran over Joan’s skin. She felt a mixture of fear, anger and doubt mixed with a unthinkable urge to open herself to this intruder. She sat for what seemed eternity staring into his cold unemotional eyes. He made no move toward her. She now sat facing him with her beach towel bunched beneath her. She slowly spread her legs still looking into his eyes. She reached down and pulled the fragile see through fabric aside disclosing her puffy engorged vulva. The man’s eyes dropped to her crotch. She sat there exposing her pussy for his viewing. The man moved closer and reached out his large callous hand placing it between her legs. He slowly traced his fingers along her wet slit as he gently plied her labia open to touch her inner wetness. His rough thumb nudged and massaged her hardening clit as he helped it uncover from its lair. Slowly, he inserted two then three of his large fingers into Joan’s vaginal canal and massaged its walls. Joan’s breathing quickened as he played among her folds and stimulated her begging clit. Exiting her inner channel his fingers ran over her taint and probed at her puckered little ass. He massaged some of her juices around her anal opening and pressed a finger into her rectum moving it around to test her tightness. Her anus easily stretched to accommodate the strangers probing. Joan’s body was urging for more stimulation. She suddenly wanted to see and touch this man’s cock. Her stimulation was abruptly suspended when the man removed his hand and sat back in the sand.  “Nice” the man casually observed “meet me tomorrow morning about 10:00 am on the beach road at the 77th street intersection, it's just a couple of blocks from here, I'll pick you up there.” Joan was taken aback by the this casual declaration. Surely this stranger didn’t think that she would meet meet for what reasons she could only imagine! She knew nothing about the man except that his appearance placed him in a category of society that she didn’t associate with. What did he take her for? She stammered and shuddered searching for an appropriate reply.  You get back to your sunbathing now.” he added.  “Surely you can’t imagine I will meet you” Joan finally got out.  The man simply smiled and began walking away his black boots sinking deep into the soft sand. Joan watched with her mouth open as he casually sauntered away down the beach. Joan looked down and realized that she still sat there holding the small bikini bottom aside displaying her swollen wet vulva. She got up while repositioning her cover, wrapped her towel about her waist and headed toward the beach house with her mind in a state of disbelief and turmoil.  During the afternoon Joan tried to distract herself with readying for that night's dinner. She and Mark were invited to the home of the company owner that Mark was currently working with. She laid out some of her more conservative clothing washed and styled her hair and got out a fresh shirt for Mark. Her thoughts kept coming back to the encounter on the beach. Joan was forced to interrupt her evening preparations twice during the afternoon to satisfy herself and momentarily clear her head. She had no intention of meeting this bold overconfident man! Her pussy however, kept demanding attention which she was compelled to supply.  She wondered who this stranger was. He appeared to be in his late 40’s or maybe even 50. When he walked away Joan guessed he must be at least 6’ 3” or taller probably weighing close to 300 lbs.. He was a muscular bear of a man and fearsome looking but with a gentle demeanor and behavior.  Joan stayed distracted the entire evening occasionally losing the thread of dinner table conversation with their host as her mind wondered to the large fingers uncovering her clit and probing inside her pussy and ass. She only hoped that the volume of wetness being generated by her thoughts didn’t completely saturate her panty and dress while they were seated at the dining table.  When they returned to the beach house Joan wanted Mark’s dick in her immediately. She had removed her panties in the car and urgently masturbated as they drove along ocean drive. When they got to the house, she attacked Mark as he got out of the car and he took her from behind as she lay face down against the warm hood of the car. From there things proceeded inside where they went at it until well after midnight. She was gong to be so sated that she’d stop thinking about the forward biker. She fell asleep satisfied. Joan was wide awake at 6:00 am. It made her angry that she was awake so early still with the potential liaison with her biker friend on her mind. She pretended to be asleep when Mark got up at 6:30 and when he departed for work at 7:30 am. When she heard Mark close the door upon his departure she got up and had coffee that Mark had made while she paced about the house in an agitated state. At 9:00 am she took a hot shower, dried and brushed her hair and liberally applied a fragrant lotion over her body. At 9:40 am she departed the house wearing jean shots and the diaphanous white bikini top covered by a floral casual top.  She walked the few blocks to the designated location arriving a few minutes before 10:30. Traffic was fairly light on the four lane street at that time. Her mind was filled with trepidation and doubt but her sexual curiosity was burning for the unknown. This was the most blind, risky and sexually charged chance she had taken among many reckless forays over the past three or four years. It had all started with her being pimped out at a vacation hotel four years previously by one of the hotel employees. She’d allowed that to happen over the course of the week and she had come to know that she didn’t regret a minute of the experience.  She heard the approaching Harley long before it came into view down the boulevard. It pulled up to the curb mounted by its massive rider. He grinned at her and handed her a black helmet to put on. She worked her head inside and he helped her adjust the chin strap She had only been on one other bike when she was dating after high school. The biker told her where to place her feet and said you’ll hold onto me and be sure you do. He kicked the engine back to life looked over his shoulder and launched the bike back into traffic. She grabbed around his waist tightly pressing her body into his back as they sped along. Soon they were away from the resort area and heading west along a rural road. About 15 minutes out the biker pulled into a small road side diner and stopped. “Had breakfast?” he ask Joan. “Just coffee” she answered. “Eat” he said, “you gonna need you energy and a full stomach”. They entered the diner with its all male clientele of working men and a few older loners. Joan’s entrance brought the buzz of conversation to an abrupt stop as the biker ushered her inside and over to two vacant bar stools. Joan ordered pancakes and juice while her companion had a full country breakfast. No one spoke to either of the unusual couple seated at the bar but Joan was very aware of the leering stares she received. They finished their breakfast, paid the check and left the diner.  Some 15 minutes further along, the bike slowed and pulled into a low rambling building with a small bar on one end and a XXX Video and Sex Shop on the other.  “What are we doing here?” Joan questioned as the rumble of the engine died away. “Don’t worry, nothing gonna happen to you that you don’t want to happen and I’ll make sure of that” her large companion assured her. He led her through the front door and into an open retail area with magazines, a few porno DVDs, sex toys and a selection of fetish wear, hoods, whips, body jewelry and other paraphernalia. There were three or four men loitering about looking at magazines and and sipping on beers.  “Hi Goliath” came the voice of a small man behind a counter. His name is Goliath? Joan thought, I can understand why.  “Gimme the office key Jimmy” her biker answered, “got a little business to take care of”. “I see you do” Jimmy said handing over a key on a small chain.  The biker took Joan’s arm and as he began leading her away said “Notify you call list Jimmy and hold the big room for me. We gonna be here for awhile this afternoon.” Joan had no idea what that exchange meant but it sounded ominous. She began having serious doubts about what she had submitted to.  Goliath took Joan’s arm and led her down a dark hallway to a door at the end. He unlocked and opened the door and turned on a light as he ushered her inside. There was an old wooden desk, couple of file cabinets and a table littered with magazines, ashtrays and beer cans against the wall. Joan was spun around to face Goliath as he sat down in a chair beside the desk. Joan hesitated as the large biker looked up at her from his seated position. He took her hand and pulled her closer to him She stood between his spread legs as he looked at her. She stared into the rugged, disfigured face aware of the heavy tattoos running up the thick neck as a massive hands clasp her hips. “Take off your clothes” the deep voice rumbled.  Joan took a step back and slowly unbuttoned her shirt allowing it to slide down her arms to the floor. Her hard nipples poked against the thin transparent cover of her top. She untied the neck and back strings allowing the top to join her shirt upon the floor. She next unfastened her tight little jean shorts and worked them down her hips and thighs to slide to her feet. She stepped out of her shorts now naked except for her jewelry. One large hand slid between her legs and began slowly massaging her vulva. Fingers moved between her labia spreading and pulling on her tender flesh as she became wetter. Then they were inside her, spreading and probing into her vaginal canal. His movements were slow and stimulating, he noticed when her body responded and lingered over movements that aroused her. Joan’s breathing became noticeably more labored and ragged as more fingers penetrated her and began a more urgent probing of her warm responsive sex. Joan was now thrusting against the probing hand seeking her release. Abruptly, the hand was withdrawn and Joan gasp with surprise, her eyes implored her lover as to why?  The hand coated with her juices moved up to her mouth which she opened as the fingers coated by her juices slipped between her lips obscenely stretching her mouth wide as they slid over her tongue and probed inside her mouth. She sucked and licked over as much of the calloused fingers as she could as her mouth was stretched and fondled occasionally causing her to gag. Strings of saliva began to run down her chin and drip to her chest. The hand was gradually withdrawn sliding down her chin to grasp her throat coating it with her vaginal and oral wetness.  The biker arose from his chair and turned Joan toward the adjacent desk. He pushed her forward against the desk forcing her to bend at the waist. He moved behind her and she was aware of his jeans being unfastened. He began rubbing his large cock along the crack of her ass lowering it to her vaginal opening. Joan grunted as the large head popped inside. Hands now gripped her shoulders and slowly began pulling back causing her to slowly accept more of the shaft, stretching her and stimulating every part of her vaginal wall. One large hand moved to encompass her throat, not choking her but in a caressing grip that felt intimate and erotic. The large dick now rested well inside Joan's vagina. She was impaled on the intruding cock her vagina began to involuntarily contract around it. The sensations she felt were heavenly and exciting and provoked Joan to want more and more of the wonderful feeling. She began to push back against the massive dick issuing little sounds of urgency as she accepted more of his length. The head reached her cervix causing Joan to stop with the cock pressed against its wall. She tired to relax and rotate her pelvis causing the wall to be massaged by the large head. Her wall softened to accept the contact as a greater sense of pleasure not discomfort drove her to move more urgently against this large beast of a man. As Joan’s movement became more frenzied her partner clasp her hips with his hands and began slow rhythmic thrusting inside her the large cock now repeatedly massaged the entirety of her soft inner pliable tissues awakening every tiny nerve ending to his demanding assault. Joan’s body began to shake uncontrollably as the sensations of her orgasm ran through her. Goliath’s pace quickened his thrust now becoming urgent and more demanding. She gasp and quivered in her sexual euphoria and with a loud groan the giant released a blast of seamen inside her.  They were still. Joan lay face down across the desk while the biker bent over her resting with his hands against the desk his cock still inside her as her pussy spasmed and contracted. Her biker finally pulled his softening penis from her and a rush of cum spilled from her gaping opening.  Neither spoke with the biker returning to his chair and Joan still sprawled on the desk. “There’s a bathroom that you can use over there” came the deep voice behind her. Joan roused herself and looked to see two doors along the back wall. “It’s the one on the left” he indicated. Joan walked across the room to the cramped lavatory comprised of a wash basin and commode. She washed her face and cleaned up as best she could with paper towels and cold water. She sat down permitting more of his cum to leak from her relieving herself before reentering the room. The biker was pouring two glasses of whisky at the desk and turned handing one of the glasses to Joan. “Toss this down” he said handing her the glass. He had poured a generous portion and it took her four attempts to get all of the whisky down. It's warmth coursed through her. Sitting the empty glass down, she gathered her garments off the floor and dressed as her companion silently watched.  “Come on” the biker said taking Joan’s arm. They entered the hallway again walking down to the retail store. Joan noticed that there were now many more men standing around all of which looked at her as she was ushered into the store. They stopped at the counter as Goliath said to Jimmy “We are going to the booth now. You all set?” Jimmy nodded as they turned and headed toward the opposite side of the store where there was another hallway. The hall was dimly illuminated by two red lights they passed several men lined against the wall and entered a room near the end. Joan found herself in a small plain room with a video monitor three cheap plastic chairs and a hole in the left wall. Joan realized that she was confronted with a real Gloryhole. She had seen video’s of women servicing men with their mouth having sex with anonymous cocks. She and Mark had watched some of the action together when they surfed porno sites as part of their sex play. Now she was to experience one first hand.  “There’s a room full of dicks waiting for you” Goliath said. “Here, put this on the floor for you knees” he added taking a cushion from one of the chairs and tossing it on the floor in front of the large circular hole which Joan guessed to be about 10 inches in diameter. “Some of these guys will want to fool around, get their hands in here, play with your titties and finger fuck your quim and asshole but don’t take up much time with that shit, get the pricks off and let’m move along you got a long line waiting. “I’ve got to be back by 5 pm” Joan said. “My husband will be coming home.  “Then get busy” came the response.  Joan turned toward the Gloryhole and watched the first hard dick poke through extending from a pale white belly covered with black pubic hair. She took the unseen owner’s organ into her hand and began pumping along the shaft bringing it to full attention before taking it inside her mouth. She sucked and nibbled at the purple head as she worked up and down the shaft while listening to the heavy breathing on the other side of the thin wall. In short order she felt the head enlarge and the warm blast of seamen coursed over her tongue. Cum coated her lips as the next engorged dick head was thrust toward her.  The afternoon became an endless parade of attention seeking cocks of all sizes and hues. Joan sucked and relieved each in turn and on a few occasions permitted brief fondling of her breasts, pussy and ass by probing hands. Early on she noticed that her biker had pulled his large dick back out stroking it while watching the slutty performance taking place before him. Occasionally, Joan would reach over and stroke and suck on his large shaft between dick exchanges through the gloryhole . The afternoon became an endless symphony of dicks, warm cum and sounds of pleasure, Joan began to wonder how many men had shown up to use her mouth and probe her body. The variety in size, taste, smell and endurance was endless. Joan labored to satisfy each in turn.  By late afternoon Goliath called an end to the gloryhole and led Joan back through the sex shop. Joan’s face neck and upper torso was streaked with ejaculate as they exited the store and mounted the Harley behind her escort. The engine roared into life and they were suddenly back on the highway. She felt streaks of cum blown across her cheeks and chest begin to dry into a sticky crusty coat by the air passing over her skin. She knew now that she had an immensely slutty side maybe more so than she could have imagined. One arm was tightly clasp around the biker’s waist while with the other she reached forward to grip and squeeze his large dick through his jeans as they rode along. She arched her pelvis to bring her clitoral area into firm contact with the seat which throbbed from the vibrations from the loud engine traveling through the steel frame.  SUNDAY On Sunday morning Mark watched Joan in the line of passengers walking from the terminal out to the small aircraft that would fly her home. Joan turned toward the terminal and waved toward the Windows not sure that she could identify Mark among the others standing with him. Mark smiled with love, admiration and lust as he watched Joan slowly climbing the stairs to the airplane. A sudden gust of wind caught her her short pleated skirt blowing it up to expose her lovely bare ass to those in line behind her. She reached the doorway and disappeared into the cabin. 

Jenna's Play by Helmhood was really excited to be helping out with the school play. It had been six years since I graduated high school, and I had been looking forward to a reason to go back and provide some sort of contribution. After speaking with the Sophomore English teacher, who also ran the drama club, we agreed that I could help produce the show for the Spring Pageant. The production was going to be a combination of Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream” and the usual rites of the season. I had even worked on some of the script, making it more suitable for these high school kids, and the band had been practicing the specially arranged pieces I picked out for them. It was such a thrill to be back and actively involved with the students. I know they thought it was cool to have a twenty-four-year-old young woman taking an interest in their talent, and they would have even more fun with me than their stuffy old teacher. I was like a special guest, perhaps a superstar, in the eyes of the boys and girls. The ladies admired my poise and grace and being able to orchestrate this whole thing. While more than a few of the boys couldn’t help but fawn over me whenever I was around. I had to admit, some of their affection made me blush! Arriving at the building that afternoon, I found that I was rather early. I knew there were still final decorations for the scenery to be worked on, and costume decisions to be made. We were also gathering the major players from the script this afternoon to do a run through with the band present. I wanted our timing to be just right between the dialogue and the music. The last of the school buses had pulled out of the parking lot as I entered through the front doors. We weren’t supposed to meet in the auditorium until an hour after school was over. Passing a few teachers who remembered me, I said hello, and found my feet carrying me up the steps to the second floor. Indeed, other members of the faculty were making their way down the stairs, tired and heading home after the long day. I suppose I could have gone straight to the stage room and make sure everything was in order. But I had some time on my hands, and I was curious. Curious about what it would be like to be alone in my former high school. I used to have that dream where my friends and I would be trapped in the school overnight… no adults, no teachers, and we would make a party out of it. Now my heels echoed down the empty halls of the second floor. Well, there were a last couple of students clearing out things from their lockers. But then they scampered past me and away without nary a glance. I heard them bound down the stairs, and then I was truly by myself, walking by the lonely classrooms. Still, I felt the urge to climb higher, and reaching the next flight of steps on the opposite end of the corridor, I decided I had plenty of time to explore the third floor of the building. This is where I had my old history class. I could remember the many days scrambling up these steps frantically, often never in time to make it to class before the bell rang! Now I could laugh to myself, as I had all the time in the world to stroll these leisurely passages. And not a care in the world either, unlike when I was a student. No homework, or tests, or overdue assignments looming before me. Indeed, I felt very carefree as I stepped along the quiet halls. Here on the third floor, there was not even a ghost of a whisper. Stray papers littered the ground, but I knew the janitor would not show up to clean until five o’clock. I myself did not have to be down in the auditorium for another forty minutes. Pulling the end of my brunette ponytail, I gave the matter some thought. The situation just screamed for me to try something daring. “If only those drama students could see me now!” I giggled and began to unbutton the white top I was wearing. First, of course, I looked around to make sure absolutely no one else was up here with me. Well, I didn’t check the whole floor… but I figured if one side of the school was deserted, it should be pretty safe. My fingers undid the rest of the buttons, and then I teasingly pulled off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor. I now stood with my lacey pink bra on display, barely containing my swelling breasts. With my hand resting lightly on my stomach, I took a few cautious steps down the hall. And when I was certain that all the side rooms were empty, I returned to the last locker just before the stairwell, then started to unbutton my pants. They were a Capri style, coming down to my calf, khaki and of a light material. I had to act fast, before I lost my resolve. Although, I was already caught up in the moment and soon felt the fabric sliding nicely down my shapely legs. Very carefully, I lifted each foot out of the pants and dropped them by my shirt. Oh my gosh! Here I was, on the third floor of my high school, dressed only in a bra and sheer panties, and heels! This was so exciting, I could feel my heart beating faster with each passing minute. Greatly daring, I began walking down the length of the corridor in just my underwear. I was acutely aware of the sensations this was causing my body, as my boobs jiggled in the flimsy bra. And with the thong-style back, things certainly felt a bit drafty from behind! But I also felt deliciously hot. I wondered what it would have been like to get caught roaming the hall in my bra and panties, back in my school days! Well, by the time I got back to my shirt and pants lying on the ground, I wasn’t nearly satisfied. I wanted to be more adventurous, plus I felt I needed some… breathing room. Nervously, I looked around, while sticking my thumbs in the opposite sides of my panties. With I wiggle of my hips, I shimmied the pink fabric lower and lower until it was all the way down to my ankles. A quick little two-step, and they were off my feet completely. And I was bottomless out in the school hallway! I shivered, feeling nice and breezy between my legs. I slapped my hands on my bare butt and spun around, I couldn’t believe I was doing this! The fingers of one hand absently reached around front and grazed my pubic hair. There was a neat, trim bush above my pussy lips, so nothing was really hidden. And then I thought, if I had gone this far, why not go all the way? “Oh, Jenna,” I said to myself. “You never know when to stop!” But despite the concerns I might have been feeling, and knowing that a large group of students would soon be waiting for me, still my hands reached behind my back to unclasp the bra. This undone, I bent over slightly, which allowed the cups and straps to tumble off, falling down my arms. Clutching the pink lace in my hands for a moment, I paused to consider my actions. What if someone unexpectedly came up here? Even though everything was still quiet, just the prospect of being found and embarrassed like this made me quiver. I tossed the bra onto my discarded underwear, which lay next to my shirt and pants. Fully nude, I took a few steps down the hall, but something didn’t feel right. My heels seemed to click too loudly as I hurried back to my pile of clothes, easily within distance of the alcove that led to the stairs. My breasts bounced wildly as I covered the few feet across the floor tiles, and I was getting really excited! But I decided if I wanted to explore more of the building up here, I should go barefoot. After a glance over my shoulder, I bent down at the waist and let my hands wander down my knee and shin until they found the ankle strap buckle of my shoe. I was a bundle of nerves and excitement as I slipped my foot out, and then did the same at the end of my other leg. Next, standing straight up, I even unclasped the wristwatch I had been wearing and tossed it to the ground. It was safe enough here with the rest of my stuff, since no one else was around. But this meant I was now totally naked, no clothes or accessories at all! Stretching my arms, I let a hand run down between my breasts and down my tummy… then touched my pussy. “Oooh!” I squealed with delight. This was so naughty! I jogged a few paces away from my things, completely nude. The effect on my body was immediate as atop my bouncing boobs, the nipples hardened. I couldn’t help but cup both breasts in my hands while I moved forward, and rubbed the stiff tips between my fingers. When I reached the corner all the way on the other end of the hallway, I stood on my toes and peered around the wall. Of course it was quiet on this side of the school as well, and dimly lit, too. No chance of being seen here, so I continued to march past more empty classrooms in all my naked glory. The building was laid out like a big old square block, almost like a factory, and the rooms branched off to either side of the corridor. At one point, I entered one of these rooms, bravely turning on the light. The desks were arranged in silent rows before the blackboard. I padded softly down the aisles, running my hand along the smooth surface of a desk or the back of a chair, and wondered what it would be like to be caught in class without any clothes! Moving slowly, I walked to the back of the room, then across to the side where windows overlooked the parking lot. There were cars out there, and a few people talking on the ground below. That sight made me realize, even if this floor was deserted and quiet, I was not alone in the school! And I was not anywhere near my clothes! But after the initial wave of anxiety and doubt, I felt even more emboldened to continue my tour of the halls like this. Wandering over to the teacher’s desk, I idly picked up a few items, picturing myself as the instructor, being on display in front of room full of students. Their eyes roaming over every inch of my curvaceous body… that would really arouse their interest! In fact, the idea of those teenagers staring, drooling, and pointing, was getting me pretty horny! Before I made myself any more excited, I decided to exit the room. But first, I stopped at the chalkboard. Standing on my tiptoes and reaching as high as I could, my pussy brushing the metal ledge, I wrote across the slate: JENNA WAS HERE “And stark naked!” I laughed to myself, imagining the students whispering in curiosity as they read my words tomorrow morning. Back out in the hallway, I hurriedly closed the distance to the next corner. My boobs swayed with the brisk movements, and I had my arms at my sides not even trying to hide my nudity. The floor tiles were cool on the bottom of my feet, making me wish I had tried something like this a long time ago! Absently, I looked at my wrist, wondering how much time I had left. Then I remembered that my watch was discarded and waiting for me along with the rest of my clothes. A sudden sense of urgency propelled me forward, and soon I approached the final turn in the hall. This would take me back to the stairwell where I could get dressed and go down to meet the drama students. I couldn’t believe I had nearly circled the entire floor, entirely in the nude! Beneath the black bush of my pubic hair, my pink lips parted. I guess instinct took over, or maybe it was a little guilt about what I had just done, causing me to discreetly place a hand over my bare pussy. I slowed down my pace, and found myself approaching with sudden caution, closer to the point from where I had started. Without even thinking, almost by reflex, I added an arm to shield my quivering nipples. Only my ass was exposed from behind, and a last look over my shoulder showed that no one was following me. Finally, I took the few last steps past the lockers. My limbs were shaking from excitement, arousal, and also relief at having returned to safety. Looking down at the floor, I stood speechless. All my clothes were gone! Desperately I searched and spun around on my heel, with arms and hands still covering my breasts and pubes. Everything was missing! I was certain I had left the pile right here, right on the floor, just next to the edge of the stairwell… “Oh, were these yours, Miss Burlinski?” I turned around, only to see two of the sophomore theatre students emerge from the stairs and walk out into the corridor. I recognized them as Billy and Abe, and between the two of them, they were holding all my assorted items. While I was extremely embarrassed to be caught without a stitch on, part of me was relieved that it was just these two boys and someone hadn’t run off with my clothes. “Thank goodness,” I sighed, mindful of keeping an arm across my breasts while holding my other palm in front of my pussy. “I thought I had lost everything!” There was a moment of silence as they stared at me, then Billy who had blonde hair and an innocent face asked, “Why did you take off all your clothes?” “Take off… all my clothes?” I tried to sound just as confused, struggling to come up with an explanation. “That’s what it looks like,” pointed out Abe in his red curly hair, backward baseball cap, and glasses. He helped out in the AV department. “We’ve got a bra and pair of panties; pants, shirt, and shoes. Everything. We’re you having sex up here, or something?” “Oh my!” I said blushing, and even brought a hand to my mouth. “Look, there is no one else up here, I swear! I thought I was alone… I thought it would be safe…” Very self-conscious after I made that implied confession, I clasped both my hands over my pubic mound. The length of each arm effectively shielded my nipples. I opened my mouth as if to say something more, but I really was defenseless. The boys continued to look me over, and I noticed bulges in their pants. Billy even had the nerve to casually take a stroll behind me, so he could see my completely bare backside. Over my shoulder, I heard him say, “So, um, you like to get naked…” It was more a statement, than a question. Frustrated, I blurted out, “No! I mean… I guess it is kind of fun. But I don’t like to get caught like this… it’s terribly embarrassing!” I could see Abe was shrewdly evaluating the situation, while I waited to see what they would do next. I really had no control at this point, since the boys were holding my clothes, and they had found out my little secret. Billy came around to once more join his friend, as I shifted uncomfortably under their lustful stares. Finally, Abe asked, “Would you move your hands out of the way, Miss Burlinski?” At first I was appalled, as here I thought these students would be nice, and not further humiliate me! But then, I figured, they probably had few opportunities to get such an intimate view of their female peers, let alone a twenty-four year old woman standing before them, totally nude! I tried to sound authoritative, as I looked right at them. “If I do… that… will you give me back my things?” “Sure!” Billy answered and eagerly smiled. Well, I took a deep breath, and slowly separated my hands. I brought my arms to my sides, and even stood with feet apart. They drank in every inch of my bare body and the frontal display I was giving them. Unfortunately, my nipples stood very erect and my labia were exposed, my clitoris was swollen hard. Hopefully, they wouldn’t know where to look for that evidence of my arousal. “All right,” I said a little breathless when I had felt they had seen enough, and placed a single hand in front of my crotch. “You’ve had your fun… now you promised to let me have my clothes back.” The two boys exchanged glances, and then Abe shrugged his shoulders. Billy ever so sweetly took a step forward and placed my heels on the ground. I slipped my toes into the first shoe, but was a bit unsure how to proceed without giving them more flashes of my intimate charms. Finally I decided to crouch down as best I could, trying to shield my breasts. However, I needed to use both hands to buckle the strap at my ankle. I knew they were looking down at me, sneaking a peek at my pink gash. Hurriedly, I stood back up and placed my other foot in other shoe. “Um… if you would allow me?” Billy offered. And before I knew it, to boy was down on the ground, fumbling with the straps of the heel. I blushed, feeling his hands clumsily caress the sensuous calves of my leg. For some reason, I brought both my hands up to cover my erect nipples. And from below, Billy could look up and get an unobstructed view of my pink labia hanging down. “Thank… thank you,” I said still holding my boobs, when the student was once more standing next to his friend. “Now, Abe, if you will just give me the rest of my things.” The boy’s eyes were fixated on my pussy, but then he looked up at me. “We did give you back your things. Some of your things, anyway… your two shoes! I think we’ll hold on to the rest of your clothes a while longer. Besides, seems like it’s getting late and we can’t stay up here all afternoon…” “That’s my watch!” I cried, watching Abe twist his arm around, regarding the slender silver timepiece on his wrist. “Dude, that’s a lady’s watch,” Billy pointed out. In his baseball cap and glasses, the student turned to answer his friend, “Yeah, well, a responsible lady wouldn’t have left it lying around where it could get stolen. I’m going to hold on to it, until it’s safe to give it back to Miss Burlinski.” “But I can’t face the students like this!” I pleaded with the two boys, blushing at the thought and shifting one hand lower to cover my crotch. And then they told me that they did indeed have something for me to wear, but it was on the second floor of the school. It certainly did cross my mind to make a lunge for my clothes. Abe must have anticipated my movements, as he handed off the stack of my things to Billy, although he did keep my watch. Poor Billy took my women’s underwear along with my shirt and slacks, looking a little confused. He really was a good kid, he kind of had that hayseed, farmer’s boy personality about him. I supposed I really couldn’t take my items by force at this point. Besides, they were stronger than me, and I had no idea what they might do if I didn’t cooperate. “Come on,” Abe said, “follow us!” I was left with no choice but to begin walking after the boys who had turned and started for the stairs on the other side of the hallway. Taking along with them, every last stitch of my clothing, except for my shoes. The heels clicked absurdly on the floor, and my breasts heaved in front of me, as I moved forward with one hand between my legs and the other arm pumping back and forth at my side. “Wait up!” I cried. The two teens stopped, and Billy turned around to politely address me. “Maybe you should walk in front of us, Miss Burlinski. You know, so you don’t fall behind…” Well, I guess that made sense, I thought as I approached them. I passed between the boys, their shirts brushing my bare arms. Once I was ahead of them and resumed walking, they closed ranks and followed on my heel. With butterflies in my tummy, I decided to lower my hands completely, since Abe and Billy wouldn’t be able to see my tits and pussy. Of course it was not lost on me, that keeping just a step ahead of them, my full naked rear presented an inviting sight… SMACK! “Oooh,” I squealed, my hands instinctively reaching up to pinch my hard nipples. “Better hurry up,” Abe jeered, his hand having made contact with my quivering ass. I paused, confused, my body experiencing a mix of emotions. “Oh! But I don’t know where we’re going…” SMACK! The student spanked my bare behind again, this time letting his fingers linger a little, and said, “Just keep walking, Miss Burlinski. We are taking you to the school’s art department.” “Oh, OK,” I replied meekly, reaching around to rub my tender twenty-four-year-old ass. “But you really shouldn’t treat me like this. I’m supposed to be acting in place of your teacher.” As we started walking again, Abe observed, “Yeah, but you look better naked.” That statement made me blush, and certainly brought more color to my cheeks! And then Billy chimed in with his opinion. “I think Miss Burlinski has a really nice butt. It’s so round and curvy. I mean, different from the other girls… they look kind of scrawny in their pants. But I like the way hers bounces and jiggles when she walks.” Oh my gosh, this was making me so horny, hearing them talk about my nudity, right behind my back! I could only put my head down in aroused shame, aware that my pussy lips had parted and my clitoris was erect. We finally made it to the stairs, and I wasted no time bounding down the steps in my heels, even clutching my boobs tight. I could hear the footsteps of the boys just above me, and they must be getting a lovely look down my ass cleavage. Good thing we were heading down instead of climbing up, as I could just imagine the view they would have from below! And then I had a sudden thought making me more nervous. “What if someone is on this floor?” I turned my head quickly, my ponytail swishing across my neck. The two boys came to stand to either side of me, and once again, Abe brazenly laid his hand on my right butt cheek. “You feel hot, Miss Burlinski. Are you running a temperature? Well, we had just better get you to the art room before anyone else sees you without your clothes on.” “You know, you could just give me back my clothes,” I said, placing a hand in front of my crotch in case the student’s fingers decided to wander over to the front of my body. Billy only laughed, as if this was a game. “Finders, keepers!” And so we passed into the open corridor, my limbs trembling a little. We were one level closer to where I knew a group of people waited for us. What if some of them came up here looking for me? For that matter, I couldn’t be completely positive that the three of us were even alone on this floor. We walked in silence past the line of math classrooms, the click of my heels much louder than the softer shoes of the boys. It was so bizarre to be totally naked between the two teens. I found myself teetering on the edge of fear and embarrassment, and sexual excitement. At one point, Abe reached over and took my hand, the one that had been cupping my moist vulva. Billy, seeking to mimic his friend, stuffed my clothes under his one arm, then took hold of my other hand… the one that had been shielding my boobs! In this fashion, we continued down the hallway, allowing me to almost swing my arms merrily in time with theirs. And I was covering nothing! Finally, we turned around the corner. After passing a few doors, Abe abruptly plunged into an open room. I lost my grip on Billy’s hand, but the other student held me tight as he tugged me in after him. I practically skidded across the floor, seeing workstations piled with papers and clay models and other art supplies. A bit disorientated, I spun around and put my hands to my head. Abe watched the turn of my nude body and asked, “Are your nipples always so hard and pointy?” “Um… no,” I answered, suddenly realizing that I should keep my arms folded across my breasts. “Not all the time.” Behind me, I heard Billy enter the room. He paused to place my clothes on a countertop that ran along the side of the wall. I stood wide-eyed and unsure, clutching my elbows, while Abe casually plucked a paint brush out of a nearby tin. The adventurous boy took a step closer so he could make a few quick strokes beneath my forearms, soft black bristles circling my bellybutton. “Hee hee,” I giggled, “stop, Abe, that tickles!” In response, he only said, “I wonder where else you are ticklish, Miss Burlinski. Put your hands on your head.” I don’t know why, but I found myself obeying without hesitation. Maybe I was caught up in the whole humiliating situation, or perhaps it was just reflex. But soon I had my fingers intertwined, resting atop my head. I closed my eyes and felt the next brushstroke between my exposed breasts. The bristles swept under my bouncing globes, and then up to tease and flick my nipples. And then I felt another paintbrush from behind, its softness being applied down the center of my back. Billy must have found a brush of his own and set about making delightful strokes across my naked ass. I smiled at the sensations on my skin, but then Abe began to move lower, and lower… until the bristles touched my pussy! Curiously, he made a series of playful brush strokes over my pink labia. “Ah, ah… oh no! Boys, I think you had better stop!” And followed with a moan, “Oh, yes, please!” My sudden protests probably confused and startled the teens as they both took a step away from me. Which was a good thing, because I was definitely about to have an orgasm! How embarrassing! I opened my eyes and saw them staring at my flushed body. What I really wanted to do was find someplace to hide where I could masturbate in private. But Billy, ever the helpful student, came to my rescue. “I think she’s ready to wear something again. She looks like she has a fever, or might be catching a cold.” Abe was already heading off toward the closet at the back of the room. He returned with something in his hands, which he held out to me. “What’s this?” I asked, trying to regain my composure. “This is what you are going to be wearing for today’s rehearsal,” Abe grinned mischievously. It was a light blue smock of some sort. It looked like you put your hands through the sleeves in the front and then tied it at the back. Almost like a hospital gown. The material was soft and thin. Of course, its primary function was to protect one’s outer clothes from getting messy with paint or plaster or other junk. Even as I found myself pushing one arm through the first sleeve, I asked, “Why can’t you just let me put on my normal clothes?” “Because,” Abe said as he stood behind me tying the back of the smock, “we found you upstairs completely naked. I mean, you didn’t even have your shoes on! So if you don’t play along with our game, we’ll tell everyone about how you were running around totally in the buff!” I stamped my foot in frustration, but I knew the boys had me trapped. It would be horrible if they told anyone else about my secret streak of the school halls. The light material of the smock brushing against my bare skin only reminded me just how caught I really was. Even as the thought of being in their clutches made my nipples hard, I found myself wondering why Abe had to be so devious. And what was a good kid like Billy doing hanging out with him. “OK, all set!” the blonde-headed drama student announced, pulling me forward. Nervously I asked, “Do I… look all right? Is everything covered?” “Yeah, your butt and boobs aren’t showing,” Abe called out as he proceeded to head out the door. “For now…” Looking down, I saw that indeed the hem of the material came down to the middle of my thighs. My hand reached behind with reassuring fingers to find the back fell below the curve of my ass. But I would have to be careful how I walked and moved around others. I kept thinking to myself, I’m not wearing anything at all underneath. With my heart beating fast, I followed the boys out into the hallway. There was no playing around this time, as we hurried toward the stairs. The two students no longer were interested in strolling behind me. They quickly outpaced me in my unsteady heels. Well, my legs were a little unsteady. Reliving the past twenty minutes in my mind, I still couldn’t believe they had seen my entire naked body, and brought me so close to having an orgasm. And now, here I was, dressed in the flimsiest of coverings, about to conduct the play rehearsal. But I knew I had to put such thoughts out of my head, and carry on like everything was normal. By the time I was shuffling down the steps, Billy and Abe were nowhere to be seen. I supposed they had dashed off to the auditorium. I just hoped they wouldn’t tell the other students what had happened! Cringing a little, I made it to the first floor and gingerly walked down the corridor. When I finally entered the area backstage, one of the sophomore girls approached me. “Gosh, Miss Burlinski, what happened to you?” she asked eyeing my form draped only in a smock. I looked around, but there were no sign of the boys so I answered, “Well, um, I arrived early… to check out some of the scenery in the art department. I kind of had an accident, and ruined my clothes… very messy.” “Oh, that’s too bad,” another student replied, seeming to buy my story. As I tried to sound confident and quickly take charge, I announced, “We had might as well begin!” Immediately I began giving directions, making sure the actors were in their proper places, and the supporting stagehands were focused on their tasks. I had wanted to do a dry run through, when all of a sudden, the great wide curtains began opening. I looked around, extremely conscious that I was standing in the middle of the stage, and saw that Abe was working the pull-ropes. “Abe, that’s really not necessary,” I said, walking out to the edge. The incorrigible teen called back, “But, Miss Burlinski, don’t you want to involve the band?” I looked down and saw the students from the music department who had volunteered to be part of this production, sitting in the orchestra pit. Just before the darkness that enveloped the auditorium seating, I saw a dozen smiling faces giggle and point. The boy who played first violin waved at me. Quickly, I locked my bare knees together, realizing that they might discover I had nothing on beneath this smock! “OK, then… very well… let’s start with the opening movement.” And I slowly backed away, pressing the material against the front of my thighs. Much to my amazement, things went extremely well. The musicians played in time and in tune, the actors all remembered their lines and came in on cue. At one point, I stood off to the side just clutching my hands, my face beaming with pride. Even when the drama teacher stopped by half way through the rehearsal, I was hardly bothered by my unusual state of attire. I offered the same excuse as earlier, and in fact was complimented on how smoothly the rehearsal was running. It was during a break much later in the afternoon, when Abe snuck behind me while I was standing center stage, overlooking the auditorium. He gave a playful tug on my ponytail to get my attention. I didn’t turn around, but listened as he spoke in my right ear. “You know, Miss Burlinski, I set up the video equipment in the projector room, all the way behind the back row of seating. This way, the whole rehearsal is being recorded so you can review it afterward.” Nervously I intertwined my fingers and said, “How thoughtful of you…” “But you know,” the scheming teen continued, “that projector room, which has a great view of the stage, would also be the perfect spot for you to watch from on the night of the play. You could be all alone up there, with the door locked, and no one could get inside.” “Really?” I asked, a little hesitantly, unsure what he was implying. Admittedly, the thought of watching the play in absolute privacy was an attractive one. It would kind of be like having my own private box seat. And it had a door that locked from the inside? That certainly did present some daring possibilities. But then I came to my senses, remembering that I still had to wrap up this rehearsal. “Thank you very much, Abe,” I spun around gave him a cool response. “I will consider that as an option next week.” After assembling all the cast and stage workers, I proceeded to review some final points we had to work on, despite the very encouraging practice. The students all listened in rapt attention, broad smiles on their faces. Billy was sitting cross-legged in front, and grinned at me. “And finally, I just want to say how proud I am of you all,” I concluded addressing the drama students. Then turning toward the orchestra pit, added, “And you all performed remarkably well!” There was a smattering of self-satisfied applause as I finished my praise of the students. And suddenly I felt something pull at my back. My legs froze, my hand reached over my shoulder… something was snagged on the material of the smock! I turned around only to see a line of white twine trailing to the ground and running across the stage floor. Even as I saw Abe playing with the curtain rigging, my hands desperately groped behind me, but I could not figure out how the rope was attached. I looked directly over at the industrious boy, my wide brown eyes meeting his behind black-rimmed glasses. Shaking my head, no, I gripped the hem of the smock just above my knees. Abe only smiled, then gave a hard yank on the pulley system. The line stretched out, went taut, and then was reeled away… and upward! I had no idea when the hook had been fastened to my only covering; I certainly did not notice it until these last final moments. His knot-tying skills must have been superb, because the rope held… the smock did not. Instantly, the fabric was whipped higher, even forcing my arms in the air as it was pulled clean off my body! I stood for a second in shock, seeing my breasts bounce free in front of me… I was naked in front of at least twenty students! Oh, oh… and the band… that was another dozen! Totally naked, except for a pair of white heels! My hands first covered my boobs, and I squeezed them hard in excitement. There were cheers and whistles and much more applauding. I knew I had to run, so I never even bothered to cover my pussy. I streaked across the stage, my curvy ass bouncing… and then I realized I had gone in the wrong direction! The exit was on the left side! As I turned around, the students that had been gathered up here got a nice look at my bare stomach and bush, while the band was treated to my very exposed behind! Once more, I ran madly across the hardwood floor and this time let my arms fly out so that my tits undulated wildly. There was no hiding my erect nipples… I ran out into the hallway, and bounded for the closest stairwell. The only option I had was to climb up to the second floor fully nude, back to the art room where the boys had conveniently left my clothes. I entered just in time to greet the janitor picking through my things. “Um, those are mine…” I said as I approached shyly with a hand placed over my crotch, and shielding my boobs with my other arm. I was obviously flushed and embarrassed, but I took advantage of the man’s confusion as he stood speechless, and quickly grabbed my panties. Maybe he was thinking I was a high school senior and that this was some end of the year prank, as he watched me tug the delicate underwear over my hips. Still topless, I proceeded to jump into my pants before simply throwing on and buttoning up my shirt. With my lacey bra in hand, I waved goodbye and quickly left the school! Despite such a humiliating ordeal, I still had an obligation to see through the completion of this production. And I could tell from that afternoon’s practice, everyone really had their stuff together. They were pretty much flying on autopilot at this point, anyway. Maybe they would be even more motivated! Also, I was ashamed to admit, the whole experience made me kind of horny… So the night of the performance, in early May, I showed up in a strapless black gown with my hair slicked back and pinned up. The girls in the dram club said that I looked gorgeous. In fact, everyone was really sweet about the whole episode from our last rehearsal. It had just been a joke, one that had gotten a little out of hand. Although when I walked by the young men in the orchestra, I did notice quite a few bulges in their pants. I guess I was pretty inspiring! There were of course the usual nerves as the auditorium filled up with faculty and parents. I did my best to calm everybody down and tell them that they would do fine. My own tummy fluttered with excitement, but perhaps, for a different reason. I offered my final wishes, giving the leading man and lady quick pecks on the cheek, and then slowly made my way to the back projector room. It was indeed quiet among the last few rows of seating. Obviously, all the audience crammed into the spots closest to the stage. The rectangular room jutted out a little, and soon I found the black door on the side. I let myself in, and just like Abe had said, found that the metal doorknob could be securely locked. The only light in this cozy setting came from the video equipment that hummed and whirred, and gave off a kind of ghostly flickering. A lone square window peeked out over expanse of the auditorium, framing a nice view of the stage, curtains yet drawn closed. It was perfect. I knew the people in the audience would be settling in once I heard the first notes of the school orchestra start to play. At that point, I slipped off my black strappy shoes, since they were killing my feet anyway. I quietly placed the heels by the locked door. As the music began to swell, I looked out the window, while my fingers casually found the zipper on the back of my dress. Amid the sound of the strings and woodwinds, no one could hear the soft rustle of material as it slid down my body. I gathered up the gown and placed it to the side. Since it had a low-cut back, I could not wear a bra with this dress. So now, I stood topless in the projector room at the back of the auditorium, as the curtains opened and the student narrator set the stage. Hearing the distant memorized lines recited so perfectly, I squeezed my breasts in joy. My hand stroked my bare stomach, and then reached back up to tease and play with a nipple. I was getting really hot! After cupping my boobs and massaging them for a bit, next I lowered my hands so I could gently roll down my black nylon stocking. I couldn’t believe I was stripping in the back of my old high school auditorium, during the play I had helped produce! I could hear the students speaking their lines, and I even moved my lips in time with the words. When I pulled the other stocking off my leg, I rolled up the sheer material and tossed them behind me. Barefoot, my toes curled on the carpet, and then I stood on the tips. My nipples brushed against the wall, as I gripped the ledge of the viewing window with my hands. Now I licked my lips sensuously. As the play progressed through the first act, I watched while dressed only in the briefest pair of black panties. The students were doing a magnificent job, and my heart was beating fast with excitement. I was both pleased with the entire performance, and also found their success arousing. This was the craziest thing I had ever done, and by the time the intermission was over, my panties were soaked. As soon as the curtains opened for second act, I peeled off my last piece of clothing. Now I was completely naked in the room, and out in the auditorium there must have been a hundred adults… teachers, parents, grandparents…and thirty teenagers up by the stage! Not only was I nude, but I was about to start masturbating, secure in the promise of the locked door that meant I would not be disturbed. Earlier in the evening, in preparation for this special occasion, I had taken the extra measure of shaving off my bush. I now let my hand wander down my stomach so I could touch my hairless pussy. Wow, did that feel incredibly good! Smooth and silky, I pulled the pink lips apart with my index and middle fingers and felt my clitoris harden immediately. As the students continued their performance, I continued mine… softly stroking my labia, then slowly inserting a finger into my bald slit. “Ooooh!” I moaned, thankful for the band that suddenly swelled in a musical cue. I didn’t want to cum too soon, so I would remove my hand and start teasing my nipples again. Sometimes I would focus on the action that was taking place on stage. But it was kind of hard to concentrate when I didn’t have any clothes on, and my whole body felt alive. I imagined the settings being reversed, and if I was back on stage… but this time exposed in front of all those people, from my head to my bare toes. Closing my eyes, I reached down to begin rubbing my vulva again. In the next moment, I thought I heard a noise that seemed out of place. It was a turning, clicking noise, coming to my left. My hand still on my pubic mound, I looked over and saw the doorknob twist. Someone was opening the door… someone was going to enter the room! By the dim, flickering light, I could just make out the figure of a teenage boy silhouetted in the doorway. The light reflected off his glasses. Abe, of course! Abe would have the key to this room because he worked for the AV department! He had tricked me… he had told me about this place and planted the seed in my mind of trying something bold and daring! There was absolutely nowhere for me to go, nothing I could do… “What’s this?” the teenager inquired, his ever-present baseball cap backward, as he reached down to pick up my black heels. Momentarily alarmed, caught and ashamed, I felt I had to be honest with the boy. “I’m afraid… I’m afraid I’ve taken off all my clothes.” “All your clothes?” Abe asked, taking a step closer into the room. I could tell it wasn’t easy for him to see by the half-light. Part of me was thankful, but I was also a little frustrated. Certainly, I had built myself up to an impending climax by now, even as the final act of the play was coming to a close. Turning my shoulder to the viewing window, I presented a full frontal display of my body. “Everything…” I whispered, no longer in control of myself. As if seeking proof, Abe walked right up to stand in front of me and placed his hands on my breasts. “Wow… your nipples are really stiff and long!” “Mmm-hmmm,” I said and opened my mouth to lick my teeth with my tongue. “You’ve gone and gotten completely naked again, Miss Burlinski!” the observant teen moved his hands lower across my bare skin, feeling my stomach and my hips. “What should we do with you? Such a naughty lady needs to be punished!” “Oh!” I gasped, as he forcibly spun me around without so much as touching my shaved pussy. I was looking out once more onto the auditorium in darkness and the well-lit stage beyond. My hands rested tensely on the ledge of the window, while one of the high school’s students stood behind me, his fingers delicately tracing his fingers on the cheeks of my ass. Reflexively, I spread my legs slightly and stood on my bare toes. SLAP! “Ahh!” I cried and wiggled my butt. SLAP! Abe brought his hand across the other cheek. I was bare-assed nude and getting spanked in the back of the auditorium! The first of the actors had come out on stage to take a bow, as the play had ended. “Once the applause starts, no one will hear us,” the teenager said with great meaning. It was thunderous, the audience cheering and clapping their hands so loudly. And then Abe began spanking me faster, not too hard that it was hurtful, but enough to demonstrate he was in control and could humiliate me. I let my hand fall from the window to my crotch, and began fingering myself. “Yes! Yes!” I screamed in ecstasy, convinced that no one would hear my wild orgasm. The boy continued to slap my ass until it was bright pink. He only stopped when I started to buck my hips, and then I turned around so I could grab my breast with my other hand. I tapped and rubbed my clit right in front of him, finally making myself cum with a groan of pure sexual release. My body spent, I sank to the floor, legs spread so that little was left to the imagination. Abe reached down to playfully tug on my toe, which only served to remind me that I was completely bare. But all I could do was watch in a daze as he proceeded to collect my things… picking up the discarded dress and hosiery, as well as my panties. Then he shuffled over to the door, but before adding my shoes to his collection, he paused to click a button on a box-shaped item. This too, he lifted in his free hand, and started to leave the room. ‘Thanks for the audio, Miss Burlinski!” he said, and then was gone. “Wait!” I struggled to my knees, arms reaching out futilely. It was no use. I couldn’t chase after him… I mean I couldn’t run out into a packed auditorium like this, totally naked! Standing up on trembling legs, I put my hand to my head. This was going to be an interesting drive home. At least the boy left me my keys. Still, he had captured everything on tape, the bastard! He had used some sort of recording device and now had the sounds of my desire, the slapping of my naked skin, the lustful moans of my orgasm. As I waited for the audience to file out and leave the school, I found myself wondering what I could plan for next year’s performance. THE END

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Chapter 15, Unintended Consequences The next morning, Kim printed out the emails that she’d received from Brenda Sowers, Executive Director of Heroes Everlasting. As anticipated, she was offering me a position with the charity. Cathers, bless her heart, was interested in helping me decide what to do. It was a momentous, life-altering choice that I faced – not something that could be taken at all lightly. The offer was quite a bit different than I’d been imagining – not just a straightforward position involving a salary. Indeed there was a salary, but it was referred to as ‘a draw.’ In the preamble paragraphs, Brenda had included a few things that hadn’t come up in our discussion the day before. Namely, that most Celebrity Spokespersons did not receive monetary compensation for their time and effort. Typically, they didn’t need it – they were already wealthy – movie stars and such – interested in ‘giving back’ by donating their time. She went on to mention that she understood that wasn’t my situation. The bulk of the remuneration was in the form of a percentage of donations above the level that they were already bringing in each month – one percent. In short, she claimed that it would be a lucrative position for me, but that it would be fully funded by the additional funds that my involvement would result in. The real kicker, in my mind, came at the end. They would pay off one-third of my total student loan debt at the completion of each year. That meant that at the end of three years, I’d be debt free. The thought of being debt free provoked a spontaneous emotional response from somewhere deep within me. So many years of school, so many loans. All during graduate school I’d been worrying about how much debt I was racking up – a sizable six-figure amount. It seemed like a mortgage, only I didn’t have a house. This was a chance to shed it all – in just three years – without any of my pay going into the effort. Wow! Suddenly, I was taking the opportunity very seriously. I knew I had to do it, and yet, the very idea scared me. It meant owning who I’d become. That was exactly the opposite of entering a witness protection program and disappearing off the face of the planet. As I finished reading each page, I laid it down on the coffee table face up for Catherine. She looked to be scrutinizing the document with a great deal of care. Once we’d both been through every page, Catherine spoke. “Maybe don’t tell Kim what I’m about to say.” “Okay,” I agreed, venturing out onto the back deck so that she and I could talk in private. “Near the end of lunch yesterday, you went to the restroom. I started to follow you, thinking that you might want to talk. But then, Kim and Brenda started discussing something that caused my ears to perk up. I’ll tell you about that in a moment. But once they were done, Brenda went outside to make a phone call. I was imagining that she was doing so for the sake of privacy, likely even from Kim. So I tagged along … to listen.” “You should be ashamed of yourself,” I teased. “I know, right!” “So tell me,” I encouraged. I knew how much Catherine enjoyed using her superpowers. “Well, I quickly found out that she was planning to offer you a position. You didn’t learn that until an hour or more later. On her call, she was discussing you with whomever … presumably someone else high up at the charity. I wished there was a way to tell you … about her intent to make you an offer … but then she did when we got to the park. So it all worked out.” “What else did she say?” “That you were so much better than she had hoped … interesting, friendly, intelligent, well-spoken, modest even. She was very impressed. They also discussed how to structure a deal. I happen to know that she is prepared to double … even triple this offer. I don’t know what you want to do. But if you’re considering giving this a try, going to work for Heroes Everlasting, you can certainly ask for more … a lot more.” “It already seems like so much. I’ll have to think about it. After all, it is a charity. What they pay me would come out of what they would have to set aside to grow … their education trust fund … for the kids.” “It’s up to you, of course,” said Catherine. “But back to what they talked about before Brenda went out to make the call. Like I said, it was a surprise … kept me from following you into the bathroom. Kim told her that she had a bikini on order for you.” “Wait, Kim ordered a bikini … for me? Whatever for?” “I’m curious myself. Remember, I can hear people talk. I can’t read their minds.” “Okay, so she told Brenda that she ordered a bikini for me.” “What she said is that she bought matching bikinis … one for you and one for herself. Red, white and blue bikinis. She didn’t say what they were for. Curiously, Brenda didn’t ask. I’m thinking that was because she already knew. And then she left to make the call, so that was the end of the bikini discussion.” “Okay, thanks,” I said, wondering if I should encourage Catherine to spend more time around Kim, looking over her shoulder as she worked on her computer and eavesdropping while she was on the phone. That afternoon, something unexpected occurred. Kim walked out onto the deck and handed me her phone. “It’s for you,” she said. “For me?” I mouthed, not wanting to take it from her. She insisted. “Hello?” I said tentatively. “Jessa?” It was a deep, confident-sounding male voice, one I didn’t recognize. “Yes?” “Jessa, this is Butch Adams. Governor Butch Adams. We met a couple of days ago.” I swallowed hard, clearing my throat. “Umm… Yes, I remember.” Holding the phone to my ear, my eyes swept down my bare torso to my neatly shaven mound. I was dressed just as I had been before – the time we’d met. If he had a mental image of me in mind, it was surely one in which I was naked. “Well, I’ll get right to the point. I’ve selected you to be the recipient of this year’s Vermont Humanitarian Service Award. This is the highest honor that I can bestow on a civilian, and I’m only allowed to select one recipient a year.” “Me? Humanitarian Service Award? But why?” “For your efforts in capturing the most prolific killer the state of Vermont has ever seen. Were it not for you, the Junkyard Killer would still be a cold case, gathering dust. And the murderer, he’d still be adding to his body count. We’ll never know exactly how many, but you saved lives … the lives of young women. Is there any greater service to humanity?” “I’m not expecting an award. I don’t need an award.” Kim snapped her fingers twice to get my attention. “Jessa, you absolutely need an award. Heroes Everlasting needs this award. Tell him.” “Governor Adams,” I said, an uncomfortable smile on my lips. “I take that back. I guess I do need an award.” “Call me Butch.” “Okay, Butch. I suppose you need a mailing address.” “A mailing address?” “For the award. So you can send it to me.” I heard him laugh. “Awards of this magnitude … they are always presented in person. At an Awards Ceremony. With the press and other dignitaries in attendance.” “In person? Where?” “Today’s July second. I’ve already put in motion the construction of our stage. So, this will take place the day after tomorrow, here in Montpelier … on the steps of the State Capitol. The award will be presented right after the 4th of July parade. Speaking of which, I’d like for you to ride in the parade with me. With me and my wife, Tracy. In our parade convertible. Bring your smile. Bring your wave.” “Sorry. Not doing that,” I told him, handing the phone back to Kim. She stared at me, an open-mouth, dumbfounded look on her face. “Jessa, you have to.” “No I don’t,” I said, turning away. “I haven’t agreed to anything.” I made my way down the steps to the stream. “Are you okay?” Cathers asked as I stepped into the water. “I’m not going to Montpelier. Been there. Done that.” “I’ll go talk to Kim,” she said. I smiled. “You can’t talk to Kim.” “I most certainly can. I’ll work this out,” she said, turning to go back up the stairs. “You helped me, now I’m going to help you.” I could hear that Kim was still on the deck. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but she was talking with the governor. As I stood there trying to decide if I’d made the right decision, I remembered Dirk. Cathers could talk with Kim. She was no longer dependent on me for such things. I walked out into the water suddenly feeling the need for more time. This ‘public appearances’ thing was happening much too fast. The position was too good to refuse – by far my best option when it came to sinking my debt – but a parade and an awards ceremony? I could see the importance of that for Heroes Everlasting – if I were to accept the position – but I much preferred the idea of crawling under a rock. I started making my way upstream. A short distance from the cabin, I stepped out onto the opposite bank. It was grassy, but there was a small trail leading off into the woods. I started following it. It wasn’t crawling under a rock, but maybe a little ‘me’ time would help me get my head on straight, help me feel comfortable doing what I knew I needed to do. It was a nice trail, surprisingly straight. It was also quite small, indicating that it was lightly traveled. I let my mind wander, but I also paid attention to where I was going. I didn’t want to have any difficulty finding my way back. There certainly was something thrilling about what I was doing – no clothes, not even my shoes. And, I’d slipped away without Catherine. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was alone – naked and alone. I imagined I was taking a small chance, heading off on my own, but as long as I didn’t go far and kept my eyes and ears open, I was quite sure that I’d be able to make my way back safely. The Spencer’s cabin seemed to be nicely nestled into a pocket of uninhabited wilderness – untouched backcountry. Vermont was lovely in the summer and the path was relatively smooth. That, combined with how my feet had toughened up because of all the time I’d spent barefoot, meant that the going was relatively easy. I might have walked fifteen minutes at a rather relaxed pace when I first heard them – dogs! The barking was coming from somewhere behind me. I stopped in my tracks, listening intently. It sounded like several dogs, and their bellowing seemed to be getting louder – closer. I hadn’t counted on dogs. I could hide from people – down low, off the trail in the underbrush. But I couldn’t hide from dogs. They would sniff me out. What kind of dogs were they? Hunting dogs? Surely they were on leashes. Hopefully they were on leashes. But leashes meant people. In the next moment, I was running. I didn’t know where to – just away – away from the barking. But I stayed with the trail. Dogs or no dogs, I didn’t want to get lost in the forest. Suddenly, I was thinking back to the hike Nick had taken me on in the restricted military area – the day I’d met Kim and Brent. I’d felt so vulnerable naked, but I’d been wearing boots. And I’d had Nick and Cathers looking out for me. This time, I had none of that. Just my bare naked skin – skin that a dog’s teeth could easily tear into. But I had my wits. Think, Jessa, think. What could I do? The bellowing was getting closer. I decided that I needed a stick. I probably couldn’t protect myself very well from multiple dogs, but even so, a stick might give me a fighting chance. And then I saw it – about as big around as my wrist and something like four feet long. I picked it up. As I went about weaponizing it, breaking off a couple of leafy twigs, I noticed how hard I was breathing – due to the exertion but also because of the fright. Suddenly I realized that I wanted there to be leashes, people with the dogs. Dog owners that could keep me from getting bitten. Improvised club in hand, I again took off running. To my surprise, a few hundred yards on, I came to a fork – a trail branching off to the right – a bigger trail. Making a snap decision, I took it. A larger trail meant civilization – people. Running into people while naked wouldn’t be pleasant, but humans didn’t bite. Meeting someone or multiple people, whoever they were, would surely be safer than an encounter with a pack of hounds in the forest. Why had I been so stupid? Why was I out wandering around in the backcountry alone? But it was hardly the moment for regrets. The barking was getting louder and louder, closer and closer. And then the trail ended – just like that – at a fence – a tall wooden fence. There was a gate. A handle. It wouldn’t open. I tried again, wrenching on it as if my life depended on it – maybe it did. Something gave and I was through. I slammed it shut behind me, holding it closed, leaning on it with both hands. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest. Praying that the fence would stop the dogs, I panted, trying to catch my breath. But a gate meant people. I’d wanted people. Did I still want people? The sound of the dogs was ringing in my ears, still getting closer. Leaning against the gate, I looked down at my feet. Grass – I was standing on grass – recently mowed grass. Someone’s yard? After making extra sure that the gate was latched, I turned slowly around. It was a big yard, huge actually. There was a house, a huge house to go with the giant lawn. And between me and the house, there was – a swimming pool. And then I saw her – a woman or a girl. She was seated on a lounger. Our eyes met across the distance. She was thin, dressed in a bikini – nothing more. The top was strapless – an orange bandeau bikini top, one with a twist between her barely-there breasts. It appeared as if she’d been sunbathing when all of a sudden I’d come crashing through the back gate. I could still hear the dogs. It was an easy choice. A young woman in a bikini wouldn’t bite. Mustering my courage, I started toward her. Looking frightened, she moved as if to get up. I imagined I’d be scared too – if a naked woman appeared suddenly in my backyard. “Sorry,” I called out. “There are some dogs. I had no choice. I had to get away.” She seemed to relax back down such that she was again sitting on the lounger. With my heart rate no longer spiking, I felt the desire to cover up – only I’d been out walking naked. Who was I fooling? It was time to own up to my choices. “I heard the barking,” she said, but then I noticed that she was staring – staring at the stick in my hand. No wonder she looked frightened. “Oh, sorry,” I said, tossing it aside onto the lawn. “That was in case they caught up with me.” “Wait. I know you,” she said. “You’re that woman. The naked one.” I started to chuckle. “Yes, I’m the naked woman.” Truer words had never been spoken. “My name’s Jessa.” I started to say the ‘without the ick’ part, but stopped myself. “I’m sorry to intrude. Are you here alone?” I asked, glancing up at all the windows that overlooked the pool. It was a stupid thing to say. The look of concern returned to her eyes. She hesitated, but didn’t answer. I nodded, doing my best to relax. Her lack of a reply meant that she was the only one there. “I’m Carmen,” she said, seemingly deciding that she wasn’t in any immediate danger. From there, we started talking. I learned that she was nineteen and a recent high school graduate. She also told me that she didn’t live there, that she was house-sitting for the family that did. They were away for much of the summer, off vacationing in Europe. Noticing an outdoor shower, I asked if it would be okay to rinse off. Not only was I sweaty, but I was also covered in dust, my legs especially. A short time later, the two of us were swimming. Fortunately, the sound of the dogs had faded down to nothing and my heart rate had returned to normal – almost normal. Carmen ended up being surprisingly friendly. She even found a towel for me to dry off with after we climbed out of the pool. Deciding that it was the polite thing to do, I wrapped it around myself, tucking a corner down between my breasts to hold it in place. I’d just gotten it nicely situated, when she surprised me by picking up her phone and asking the same question that the waitress had – if it would be okay to take a selfie. Deciding that would be fine, I stepped over next to her. I was in my towel and she was in her skimpy orange sunbathing bikini. She hesitated. “Not quite what I had in mind.” “It’s not?” “You’re the Naked Crusader. You should be naked.” I was taken aback. “You want a picture of me … naked?” She lifted her eyebrows and then shrugged. I placed my palms over my chest, right where the corner was tucked in. She had saved me – not that she’d really done anything. And then I realized that the whole world had naked pictures of me. What was one more? I decided that I would, but there would have to be terms. “Okay. But you can’t show it to anyone … or tell anyone that you saw me … not until after July 4th.” I was realizing that I was going to have to agree to the Awards Ceremony, so I’d probably only be able to hide at the Spencer’s cabin until then. “And you have to promise that you’ll never share. You can show it to people, after July 4th that is, but you can never allow others to have copies or post it.” Carmen agreed, so I undid the towel, dropping it to the pool deck. We then posed side by side while she took a number of shots. Carmen was impossibly cute and the photos came out nice. It was still quite embarrassing to see naked photos of myself, but I was starting to get used to it. With her permission, I entered my number and texted a couple of them to my phone. “I’m the only one you can share them with,” I joked. “And one more thing,” I continued. “Can you give me a ride home?” I felt a bit silly asking, but it seemed like my best option. The last thing I wanted to do was to venture out through the back gate. A short time later, we were in a small Korean sedan, driving around, trying to find the way back to the Spencer’s cabin. I was again wearing the towel she had loaned me. Carmen was still in her bikini, only she’d put on a tiny pair of white canvas shorts and sunglasses before leaving the house. Eventually, we found the cabin. As I’d been on foot, it wasn’t very far away, even though the road took a circuitous route. As I climbed out of her car, I took off the towel and handed it back to Carmen who placed it on the passenger seat. Just as I closed the door, Kim walked out onto the front porch. Catherine was with her. “Look at you!” Kim exclaimed, a big smile on her lips. Glancing back at Carmen, I replied, “It took a little hitchhiking to get back.” I held up my hand, making a ‘thumbing a ride’ gesture. Kim came down the stairs to meet Carmen. While she was saying hello, Catherine shouted down at me, “Where in the hell did you go?” Not wanting Carmen to know that there was a fourth person present, I didn’t respond. Catherine would understand. She was used to it. Fortunately, Carmen didn’t say anything to blow my ‘hitchhiking’ cover story. I decided that I liked her. She was a very mature girl for her age – no wonder she had been hired to keep an eye on such a valuable piece of real estate. “Let’s stay in touch. You’ve got my number,” Carmen said, and then she was gone. That evening at dinner, Kim told Nick how I’d taken off. How she, Catherine, and Dirk had been worried, but that I’d gotten a ride back from a young girl. “So … a little naked hitchhiking?” he asked me once he’d heard the story. There was a twinkle in his eye indicating that he suspected there was more to the tale. “You should try it,” I told him. “Very liberating.” “Maybe a woman can get away with that. I’d end up behind bars,” he said, playing along. He knew me too well to believe that I’d really hitch a ride naked. “You probably would,” I agreed. “The world is so unfair to penis-havers.” I didn’t say anything to confirm his suspicions – that I hadn’t actually hitched a ride home. In a way, I had. I’d just never stood along the side of the road with my thumb in the air. At that point, Kim steered the conversation off in a new direction, bringing up the governor, my award, and the Fourth of July parade. “Jessa,” Cathers said, getting my attention. “Remind her that she promised not to bring that up until you and I have had a chance to talk.” The corners of Kim’s mouth turned down when I did as Cathers suggested. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Your ghost girl … she’s a bit too real,” she mumbled, dejectedly placing a small bite in her mouth. Once the table was cleared, Catherine and I went into the guestroom, closing the door behind us. “Okay, so what’s up?” I asked. “I know you don’t want to do this … the parade and all … so I came up with something that maybe isn’t as bad as what the governor wants. But it’s up to you.” “I’m listening.” I really liked the idea that Catherine had gone to bat for me – and she’d done so right at the point when I hadn’t been able to. “The governor doesn’t much like this idea, mind you, but he’s willing. Kim talked him into it, but it was my idea. He’s not exactly in a position to dictate terms.” “What’s the idea?” “Years ago, when you were a kid, I remember how much you loved the Fourth of July. You loved the parade … but especially how the whole town gathered for the giant picnic at the lake later in the day.” “You have a good memory. Hot dogs, watermelon, games, and swimming. Easily the best day of the summer!” “But all that was in Stonefield … well, just outside of town. Montpelier’s a nice place, maybe, but bigger … not nearly as friendly.” “And there’s the mental hospital … bad juju.” “Exactly. So here’s the idea. If the governor wants this … a parade … a ceremony … make him come to you … to us. Tell him to take it or leave it. In Stonefield, it’ll be a small parade. And a much smaller audience for the awards thing.” “Cathers, you’re a genius.” “And here’s the kicker. We both want everyone to know that Dirk was wrongly confined, innocent of any and all charges. So the governor has to say that … exactly that … in person to the citizenry of Stonefield.” “And he agreed to this … Stonefield … already agreed?” “Tentatively. Kim told him that it was her idea … that she’d pitch it to you because she was sure that Montpelier was a ‘no go.’ But like I said, he’ll do it … if that’s what you require. As I said, he doesn’t like the idea, but he wants the photo op. Above all else, he feels his campaign needs this. You’ve got him over a barrel. Of course, you can say ‘no’ … to all of it. But that would jeopardize the deal with Heroes Everlasting. I’m not sure you want to do that.” Inhaling, I looked down. “I don’t.” “Okay then. If you’re ready, let’s go talk to Kim. Say exactly that. That you’ll do it, but in Stonefield. Don’t let her talk you out of it. She’ll probably try.” “God, I love you. You’re totally the sister I never had. The twin sister I never had!” As I thought that Kim wouldn’t attempt to contact Governor Adams that evening, I decided to leave our conversation for the morn. That would also give me time to think. I was at a crossroads – a significant turning point. One path led to the life of a recluse. Maybe I could become ‘Jessica with the ick.’ I smiled considering that. It wasn’t something I’d ever actually thought of doing prior to that moment. Not only did it strike me as distasteful, it probably wasn’t different enough. But if I chose that direction, there wouldn’t be any need to ride in the parade or go up on a stage for an award. The other path led off into the unknown – a scary life never far from the public eye. I’d never given any thought to being famous. It had never been an option. Suddenly it seemed difficult to avoid. As had become our routine, the six of us – three couples – congregated around an evening fire. Nick kept eyeing me, but bless his heart, he seemed to understand that I needed my space. We were side by side, but he left me to my thoughts. I appreciated the understanding, the compassion emanating from him when our eyes would occasionally meet. At one point during our time around the campfire, I opened up one of the selfies I had texted to myself from Carmen’s phone. Nick studied the image. “How old did you say she was?” he asked. “I doubt I did, but she said she’d just turned nineteen.” “Looks younger.” “Why do you say that?” I asked, even though I thought I knew why. “So skinny,” he replied. “Hey, I’m thin,” I complained, trying to act as if his words had hurt my feelings. “You’re thin but curvy.” I smiled, attempting to appear slightly embarrassed. I could see the differences in our respective figures. Carmen was probably three or four inches taller than me but she was a bean pole. She likely weighed about the same. Later that evening, once we were alone on the small mattress between the couch and the coffee table, Nick brought up the Fourth of July issues that I was wrestling with. “I know it’s your decision, and yours alone, but you are welcome to use me as a sounding board … if you’d like.” “Oh, Nick. That’s so nice,” I said. I did appreciate his willingness to be there for me. But after due consideration, I couldn’t bring myself to give voice to the myriad of thoughts bouncing around inside my head. ***** Fortunately, the next morning, I knew exactly what I was going to do. Somehow, by simply sleeping on it, I’d come to terms with who I was and what path I was going to take. Helping Heroes Everlasting accomplish their mission – that could be me. Frankly, I woke up excited about being a part of something bigger than myself. Helping those children – the few I’d met – and all of those that I hadn’t. Kim was right. I’d been handed an opportunity. And if I was going to make use of it, then I had no choice but to agree to involvement on the Fourth of July. But – I also had some inside information that Catherine had graciously provided. “Okay, Kim,” I said, getting her attention while the three of us were again enjoying our morning coffee. I paused, thinking about how Catherine had said that I could ask for double, even triple what Brenda had offered. “This number right here,” I said, pointing at the one-percent of additional money raised. “Tell Brenda that if she doubles it, we’ve got a deal. Everything else the same. Just two-percent instead of one-percent.” I’d decided to go with the middle of the road. It was a charity, a worthy cause, so I’d decided not to ask for all that I could. A sad look came over Kim’s face. “Really? I was so looking forward to working together. I’m sure that kills the deal.” I smiled, but I was not about to compromise Catherine. “That’s my bottom line. If that works for Brenda, then you and I … we’ll make her a very happy woman. We’ll kick some butt … make her look good. If that number doesn’t work, then I’ll finish my doctorate … in obscurity, hopefully. Represent it to her as a take it or leave it offer. That’s what it is.” Kim was very disappointed, and she didn’t like my lack of flexibility, but I had no choice. I had to put it to her that way. It was July 3rd. There wasn’t time for a protracted negotiation. Catherine was of course smiling. Kim got up and walked into her office. I could tell that she didn’t want to present my counteroffer to Brenda, but that she would. A short time later, she was back – all smiles. “What did she say,” I asked. “’Done.’ Nothing more, just ‘done.’ So you’ve got your deal. It’s printing now.” I glanced over the agreement when Kim handed it to me minutes later. Brenda had signed it, initialing the change. “It looks like we’ll be working together,” I told Kim as I signed. Kim was beaming. “I’ll scan this and send it though. And then we’ve got to get tomorrow figured out. I smiled. I wanted to appear confident, but the truth of the matter was that my stomach was full of butterflies – and they were all suddenly very active. Cathers and I wandered out onto the back deck. I had my coffee in hand and I brought hers along as well, setting it on the small table between two recliners. I avoided the midday sun, but I enjoyed the feel of the sun’s rays on my skin in the morning – when my schedule and state of dress allowed. “So, the red, white and blue bikinis that Kim ordered. I’m thinking that they will be making an appearance shortly,” Catherine predicted. Ten minutes later, Kim came out, three gift bags in hand. I smiled to myself. I knew that the bags likely held bikinis, two of them anyway. But what was in the third bag? That was the mystery. “This one’s for you,” Kim said, handing one of them to me. “For me?” I asked, contorting my face into a look of consternation. “It’s not my birthday.” “Not our birthday,” Catherine corrected. “Does she know that we were both born on March 20th?” I asked Kim and learned that she didn’t. I took a moment to fill her in. Every connection to Cathers was golden as far as I was concerned. “So cool … to share a birthday,” she replied gleefully. “But go ahead, open your present.” “A bikini?” I said, pulling it out while doing my best to feign surprise. “You got me a … bikini?” “I did,” she said, nodding smugly. “And these bags are for Catherine and me.” “A present? For me?” Catherine said in disbelief. I accepted the bag from Kim on Catherine’s behalf. Catherine hopped up onto her knees and spun around. On all fours atop the lounger, she extended her neck, trying to see into the colorful bag. I nodded approvingly to Kim. She’d just scored major points – with Catherine AND with me – it didn’t much matter what was in the bag. Because of the tissue paper, neither Catherine nor I could see into the bag. I started to open it for Cathers, but Kim wanted me to look at my bikini first. I held up the top. It consisted of two triangles. They were small, but not that small – about right for my slightly above average sized breasts. The cups were the colors of the flag. The triangle for my right breast was blue with white stars. The fabric on the other side was red and white – horizontal stripes. “This is tiny,” I exclaimed, picking up the bottoms. “I’d feel naked in this,” I added, holding up the miniscule garment. “Says the woman who never wears anything!” Kim commented with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes. The front panel was indeed quite small. Like one of the cups, it consisted of red and white horizontal stripes. The rest of it was blue, but that portion consisted of nothing more than strings. The top border of the front triangle was a thin blue line that extended on around to form a narrow waistband. The back of the swimsuit, if you could consider it that, was another blue string – one that was clearly intended to disappear between the wearer’s butt cheeks. “Do you like it?” Kim asked. “I’ve never owned a thong bikini,” I replied, biting my lower lip. But even so, as she intimated, I had gotten used to wearing quite a bit less – but for a reason – to be able to see and talk to Cathers. “Do you want to check the fit?” she asked. I decided to try it on, but for a different reason – to see if Cathers would disappear. It was so tiny that there seemed like a chance – a slim chance. As expected, she was gone before I’d even gotten the garment past my calves. I sighed, but pulled it up the rest of the way anyway. There wasn’t much to it, but it did fit as intended. “Spin,” Kim requested, twirling a finger in the air. I did, but then I slipped the bottoms off, bringing Catherine back into the mix. “For Catherine?” I asked, pointing at the other gift bag. “Sure, go ahead.” First removing the tissue, I pulled it out. It was a matching bikini. I’d started to suspect that was what it might be. But even though I found that slightly disappointing, Catherine’s reaction was much the opposite. Her eyes lit up like a young kid’s on Christmas morning. “Oh, Kim. Thank you!” she squealed. A second later, there were tears in my eyes. I was so happy that Catherine liked it. “Does she like it?” Kim asked. I nodded. “She loves it.” I spread it out on the lounger so that Catherine could get a better look. “I got you both the same size, so they’re identical,” Kim explained. “You’re always talking about how much alike you two are, so I figured I’d be safe with the same size.” I nodded, considering that it probably didn’t matter as she wasn’t going to be able to wear it anyway. But then I was feeling bad. Nick had gotten Cathers donuts and candy necklaces. And now, Kim had gotten her a bikini. What had I gotten her? Nothing. Well, wine refills – but then I’d always downed hers for her. “I’ve never had a bikini without a butt,” Catherine said, wrinkling up her nose. “I hear you,” I replied. “Did they even have those in 1985?” “I remember seeing pictures, but never one for sale … not here in Vermont. Way too racy.” “Still racy … even now,” I agreed. “So, Kim. What’s in your bag?” I asked, encouraging her to show us. “A matching bikini as well?” “Well, almost matching,” she said, drawing it out and holding it up. “Wait,” I complained, noticing that her bottoms had a generously-sized back panel. “That’s not fair!” The front was red and white stripes, just like our two bikinis, but hers had a sizable blue panel with stars – to cover her butt. “I can’t wear that style,” she said, pointing at Catherine’s bottoms, still spread out on the lounger. “My derriere’s too big – not sexy like yours.” “Lame excuse!” I countered. “Men go gaga over booties like yours. Because you’re too shy to let it hang out … that’s the real reason. Admit it.” She didn’t reply. “Let me guess,” I continued. “These are for the Fourth of July, right? So, tomorrow?” Kim nodded. While she was gathering together the bags and the tissue paper, I found myself trying to figure out when she might have ordered them. She’d clearly placed the order well before I’d first heard mention of any Independence Day plans. “Just how long have you been working on this, Kim?” I asked. She smiled, giving me an infuriating wink as she headed back inside, taking her suit and all the wrapping with her. Once she was inside the cabin, I turned to Catherine. “Kim’s known about this Fourth of July thing for some time now. I just found out about it yesterday. What else do you think she’s holding back?” Catherine laughed, but she didn’t say anything. I was pretty sure she’d share any information she had with me. A short time later, Dirk was up. He came out onto the deck. I went inside so that he and Catherine could have their space. That worked out perfectly because Kim was available to talk. “So, Kim … why the bikinis? Just what are you planning?” “Red, white, and blue. What could be more perfect? You of course don’t have to wear it. I just didn’t know what you had for a swimsuit and I wanted a new one.” I nodded, doing my best to appear grateful even though I was still suspicious. “Okay, let’s sort out tomorrow,” I said. “I understand that my agent has negotiated a change of venue on my behalf … and that Governor Adams agreed. So, Stonefield instead of Montpelier.” “Well, that’s still up in the air. The governor very much wants to do everything in the capital.” “Fine by me. I’ll be in Stonefield.” “What’s come over you? Why so pushy? First the contract thing. Now this.” I shrugged. “I’m a reasonable woman. This gives the governor a choice. I’m comfortable in Stonefield. I did a fair share of my growing up there. You DO want me to be comfortable, right?” “Of course, I do.” “So … I’m agreeing to both the parade and an awards ceremony … but in Stonefield.” Kim shook her head. “You and Catherine … what a team!” I could tell that she wasn’t happy, but the events she was trying to get me to agree to sounded much less intimidating if they took place in a small town. Catherine had really come through for me. “Do you want to call the governor and tell him?” she asked. I smiled. “I’d rather you take care of the details.” “I’ll do that,” she replied, her tone suddenly conciliatory. In the back of my mind I imagined that Kim really did want to play that role. Hadn’t Brenda said that Kim would (or could) be a part of my team? After using the restroom, I went back outside to leave her to it. “How’d it go in there?” Cathers asked. “Kim’s making the arrangements. Just like you came up with … everything in Stonefield.” “Are you happy with that?” she asked, her eyes betraying her need for reassurance. “So very happy. I’m glad you thought of it. I have so many fond memories of Fourth of July parades in Stonefield.” “I’ll bet you do. When you were real little, your mom and dad would pull you in a little wagon in the kids’ parade. Maybe you remember the wagon … the wood slat sides decorated with red, white, and blue crepe paper. Years later, once you were a big kid, you’d ride your tricycle … also decorated. Playing cards in the spokes. You’d add to the engine noise, buzzing your lips. And then still later, you’d do the parade on a bike, a pink one. An old bike. What they didn’t tell you, was that that was my bike.” “That was your bike? I loved that bike!” “You and I … we both graduated from training wheels on that bike. I rode it in the parade, too. Long before you were born.” By then I was full-on crying. Not only had Catherine been a part of my childhood, but her own childhood had mirrored mine in so many ways. “And then, when you were too big for the kids’ parade, you’d sit on the curb and scramble to catch the candy being thrown from the floats.” “Stop it!” I yelled half-jokingly. “You’ve made your point. These trips down memory lane … just too much of a good thing.” She smiled, but then apologized. “I’m sorry, but since you are thinking of your childhood, then consider all the kids that you’ll be benefitting in your new position.” I nodded. That was a bit too much of a stretch for me. I was mostly worried about what it would be like to ride in the parade with the governor. “You’re the one who should ride in the parade with him, not me.” “Oh, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. We’ll do it together.” “Well, okay,” I said, realizing that it would be comforting to know that Cathers was there with me. “But not together, together. I’m certainly not doing it naked.” “But you’ll want to be naked,” she said, tossing her head back and laughing happily, “…like Lady Godiva.” “Is that why she was naked? To see ghosts?” I asked, trying to remember the tale. At lunch, Kim told me that the Governor had booked a block of rooms in Stonefield – at the Stonefield Inn – the very place Nick and I had spent the night after we’d captured the killer. “He’s offering you a room. I’m also supposed to ask if you and Nick might like to have dinner with him and his wife, Tracy.” I wasn’t expecting that and didn’t know how to respond. “Can’t we stay here and go in the morning?” “We could, but it’s a long drive. We’d have to get up early … real early.” “What would be your recommendation?” I asked. I saw a smile come across her lips. “You’re really asking me what I think?” “I am,” I said, suddenly realizing that I hadn’t been treating her all that nicely. “This is all so new to me. My apologies … for coming across as so inflexible. I guess the stress is getting to me, but we’ll get it figured out. I need you.” Looking thoughtful, Kim replied, “The parade and the ceremony. I think you’ll do best … I mean enjoy the day more … if you’re well rested. So, if I were in your shoes … er, your bare feet,” she added, looking down at them, “I’d accept the governor’s offer. Spend the night in a real bed, not that little mattress on the floor. I think Nick would like that as well. After all, you’re a celebrity now. Why not start living like one?” “Okay, but Cathers and Dirk? And you and Brent?” “Let me ask. Maybe not rooms for all of us. But you and Nick should certainly have your own room.” “That’s a suite hotel,” I told her. “Maybe one of their rooms with multiple bedrooms.” “Good thought. It might depend on what’s available.” “But about dinner. I think I’d rather not. I mean, not with the governor. We could do takeout. That’s what Nick, Cathers and I did the night we stayed there. Maybe see if you can get the same room. It’s big and has a nice deck.” Kim frowned. “Turning down a dinner invitation from a governor is not in keeping with the spirit of your position.” She paused. “But I’m not in the mood for making that a sticking point. The parade and the awards ceremony … do well there and I’m sure Brenda will be pleased.” I smiled. She was right. In the future I’d have to accept such invitations. Kim turned and went into her office. I liked the tack we were on. I could see myself enjoying the relationship once we’d gotten things sorted out. It was almost as if I had a personal secretary. I made a mental note to be more careful when it came to pulling rank. I wanted things between Kim and me to remain friendly and collegial. In order to limit my exposure to the midday sun, I decided to stay inside for a bit. I took a seat on the couch. Connected to Kim’s Wi-Fi, I started doing a little research. I’d never looked for information about ghosts on the web – probably because I’d always been quick to dismiss anything supposedly supernatural as fictitious, meaning that I expected that articles I might encounter wouldn’t contain helpful information. I’d been slow to realize that I probably wasn’t alone – since I was able to see and talk to an actual ghost – that others likely had as well. In a moment of sudden insight, I realized that I might be able to find some factual information on the web after all. The topic that interested me the most dealt with gaining an understanding of why Catherine might still be stuck between two worlds. Initially, the obvious reason had been to assist with the capture of her killer. After he was behind bars, it had seemed that she might disappear quickly. Dirk’s situation had been the clear explanation there. Only we’d taken care of that as well. I’d considered the idea that she was still where she was because she and Dirk were being allowed to enjoy each other’s company – for a period of time anyway. However, the more I explored that hypothesis in my mind, the less I believed it might be the answer. The sudden loss of a loved one was a relatively common occurrence. To my knowledge, it did not typically involve the deceased person being allowed to make an extended farewell visit in the form of a ghost. There had to be another answer. In the end, it was a rather frustrating subject to attempt to find information on. Much of what was on the internet was clearly fictional. Even the articles that seemed scholarly came across as being based primarily on conjecture. But then in one article on the subject, I read a line that caused the lightbulb in my brain to switch on. It read simply: To be a ghost is to be a person who can’t or won’t move on to whatever comes after death. The ‘won’t’ in that sentence jumped out at me. It had never occurred to me that Catherine might be party to the situation; that she might be where she was because she was unwilling to take the next step. I was convinced that hadn’t always been the case. However, now that the killer was behind bars and Dirk was free, it seemed plausible. Further into the article there were suggestions – ideas about how one might assist just such a ‘person’ by explaining to them that their time on the earth had come to an end, that their mission was complete, that all that was left for them to do was to walk toward the light. I sat there for a time wondering if I was interested in playing such a role. Ultimately, I decided that friends needed to help friends. I was just uncertain as to how I might best go about it. I thought about discussing the topic with Dirk. Indeed, it impacted him more than anyone. Of primary importance was helping Catherine. So that I would not bring the subject up with her until I’d had the chance to consider it from every angle, I put on my new bikini and went out onto the back deck. That’s were Dirk and Catherine were; however, now that I was wearing something, Dirk appeared to be alone. He nodded a greeting as I came out, one that I returned with a smile. I then stretched out on a lounger, facing away. A short time later, I heard Dirk speak. “I don’t know why she’s wearing the bikini. Does it matter?” I tried to ignore him, but from his replies, I could tell that Catherine was bothered by the fact that I’d gotten dressed. “Maybe she wants to see how it fits, get used to it. I mean, before tomorrow.” he continued. I listened for a bit, finally sitting up and turning. “Or maybe, I want Kim to see me in it … so she’ll know that I like it … know that I appreciate her gift,” I said. Catherine could hear me even if I couldn’t hear her. “It’s none of my business,” Dirk said, clearly responding to whatever Catherine had said. A minute later, he turned to me. “She thinks you’re purposefully shutting her out. Because other than that, there’s no reason for you to be dressed.” My jaw dropped. Where had that come from? “Catherine,” I said, speaking to the approximate location where I guessed her to be, “I’d never shut you out. The closest I’d ever come to doing that might be to get dressed so that you and Dirk might have a bit of privacy.” I saw Dirk listening to whatever Catherine was saying. “She wants to talk to you,” he said. “Jesus,” I said under my breath. Realizing that I was overreacting, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was no big deal. I really didn’t want to respond that way. She and I were close, the best of friends. This was nothing to get worked up over. “Sorry about that. Okay,” I agreed, forcing a smile. “I’m always happy to talk. But first let me go inside and get something to drink. I’d like Kim to notice that I’m wearing the suit, and then I’ll take it off.” Dirk was listening to Catherine. “She says, thank you,” he said, turning to again look at me. I smiled. “You’re welcome. Can I get either of you anything from the kitchen?” “We’re good,” Dirk said, nodding. Inside, I tried to make sense of what had just happened. But Catherine was right. In the past I’d stayed naked whenever possible – only getting dressed when absolutely necessary. Minutes later, I walked back out, as naked as the day I was born. I hadn’t wanted to strip in front of Dirk. I’d feel self-conscious doing that. Fortunately, being nude in his presence hadn’t been as awkward as it seemed it could be. He only seemed to have eyes for Catherine. “Happy?” I asked her without cracking a smile. She grinned and nodded, but then a puzzled expression came over her face. “Something’s different.” I shrugged. What could be different? She just sat there staring into my eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up just ever so slightly. “So, tell me, what did you want to talk about?” I asked. She continued scrutinizing me. Was I really acting all that different? I sat down. Placing my glass on the table, I attempted to clear my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” she asked. “The meaning of life,” I replied, dodging her question. “Specifically?” Shaking out my hair and turning sideways to put my legs up on the chair next to me, I considered how best to respond. “I’ve just been trying to work out in my mind why a person … such as yourself … might become a ghost. I imagine that the overwhelming majority of people pass straight through to the afterlife.” She nodded, smiling pleasantly. “Initially, it was clear … to me anyway. Your assistance was needed to restore balance. But now, it’s suddenly quite confusing. Twice now, I thought the qualifications had surely been met. But now, days later, you’re still here.” “Do you want me to disappear?” “I guess I want that for you … because I think it has to be what’s best … again, for you. It’s what’s supposed to happen, right? I’ll be sad. Of course, I’ll be sad. But I think you’ve earned … deserve your reward. I don’t know what the afterlife is going to be like, but I imagine that it’s very special. That you’ll be happy.” “I’m not unhappy … here. I mean … where I am.” “I didn’t say you were. And I’m not unhappy. As far as I’m concerned, you can haunt me forever.” Catherine chuckled, but then her eyes grew serious. “Wow! So now, I’m haunting you? That’s certainly putting a spin on things. A rather negative way of looking at all this.” I shrugged. “Ghosts haunt. It’s what they do.” She glanced over at Dirk. “Am I haunting you Dirk?” “I’m staying out of this,” he replied. Catherine looked back at me. “So why do you think I’m still here?” I took a deep breath. I, of course didn’t know, and this was why I’d put on the bikini in the first place – because I wasn’t mentally prepared for this discussion. “Maybe you’re just not ready to move on,” I said, lifting my shoulders in a shrug. “Ready? What do you mean?” “Willing. Might you be resisting … the natural order of things?” “So you think it might be me? That it’s my doing? I’m to blame?” “I didn’t say that. Of course not! You’re the murder victim, for Christ’s sake. But maybe you need to relax. Walk toward the light.” The look in her eyes changed. Had I hit upon a sensitive subject? She sat up. “What light?” “I don’t know. THE light,” I said. Wasn’t that explanation enough? “There’s no fucking light!” she exclaimed, her hackles clearly up. She never swore. “Sorry,” I said, lifting my hands in surrender. “You’re not sorry. Not at all.” Looking at Dirk, she continued, “One of the two people on the whole planet that I can talk to is tired of me ‘haunting’ her … wants me to be fully and completely dead.” Dirk came to my assistance. “To be fair, I don’t think that’s what she said.” “It’s not what I said,” I interjected. “You want me to disappear? I’ll disappear.” With that, she stood. Turning her back, she sped off, her legs passing through a bench at the edge of the deck. She was moving fast – into the forest – going through trees rather than around them. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. In a state of anguish, I looked over at Dirk. “I’m sorry. So sorry,” I mumbled. “The last thing I wanted to do was upset her. I … uhh.” He didn’t reply. We were both in shock – both of us trying to process what had just happened. Suddenly the forest was so quiet, just a faint breeze in the uppermost branches. Leaving Dirk, I hurried inside, dressing quickly in the topmost outfit in my suitcase, a loose-fitting dress. The next thing I knew, I was pacing back and forth across Kim’s living room. What had just happened? I was so upset I was shaking – clenching and unclenching my fists. How was this even possible? Catherine and I – we’d gotten so close. We were a team, an inseparable team. Weren’t we? We’d been through so much – always together. Done so much – for each other. Suddenly all shattered – our relationship – shards of glass scattered about in the dirt. Not watching where I was going, I ran into the coffee table, not quite falling but hurting my shin and knocking things onto the floor. “Are you alright?” Kim asked, racing out of her office. She started picking things up, but sensing my state of mind, she abandoned that. Grasping my shoulders, she peered deep into my eyes, alternating from one to the other. I attempted an explanation, but I was hyperventilating. “Oh, Kim. Catherine and I… She got mad … raced off. A falling out … of sorts … I guess.” I was struggling to get the words out. Stringing phrases together incoherently. Kim held me, running a hand along my cheek she tried to get me to relax, to calm down. I started telling her the whole story – hoping that by replaying the conversation I might figure out where I’d gone wrong. Suddenly she interrupted me. “Wait. You said that? That you wished she was fully and completely dead?” I was taken aback. Even Kim was mishearing me. “Nothing of the sort! But somehow that’s what she heard … I guess. I love Catherine. You know that. I don’t want her to be dead.” I collapsed down onto the sofa. Somehow I’d messed up, messed up badly. A while later, still struggling to deal with Catherine’s abrupt departure, I made my way back outside – on unsteady legs – to see how Dirk was coping. He was sitting slumped over in a chair. Sensing my approach, he glanced up. “Dirk, I’m so sorry. You guys have been having such a nice time … and I ruined it. And there might not be all that much time left.” He attempted a reassuring smile, but his eyes were red. “Jessa, it’s fine. You gave me Catherine back. Even if it ends up being just these two days. Those forty years waiting … she was always so glum, eternally depressed. But then you showed up. She brightened right up. She was almost herself again. Witty and energetic. And together, you caught the killer. And with him behind bars, her vivacious self returned. Whatever happens…” “But she ran off. She’s gone.” “Not sure exactly what’s going on there. Must have struck a chord. Maybe what you said … something she’s been thinking about. But I doubt she’s resisting. Would that even work?” We talked for a while, but I was still having trouble thinking straight. Dirk had no idea where she might go or how long she might be gone. Fortunately, Catherine knew the plan for the next day. She knew we were going to Stonefield. If she didn’t come back right away, she’d be able to meet up with us there – at the Stonefield Inn or during the Independence Day festivities.

Jenna's Second Day byPickFiction© When Jenna and her masseur, Mario got to the courtyard, Mario immediately saw his wife at one of the tables and went to join her. Jenna stayed in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Thinking about it though, Mario hadn't seemed concerned about his wife seeing who he had been with so why should she be concerned. Actually, she was more concerned about herself and being seen by the wife, who probably knew what had just happened with her husband and her seeing who it had happened with. Well, not exactly what had happened but the general category of what had probably happened. So, she waited a couple of minutes and then went to an empty table, checking to see if Robert was there yet. He wasn't. The server was quickly there and Jenna asked for and received a glass of wine. Now there were two questions filling her mind. The first, where was Robert and what was he doing -- or who was he doing? Oh, lord, she thought. She'd never had thoughts like that before, "who" someone was doing, let alone her own husband. What had happened to her? The second question was, what had she just done? The massage was Mario's idea and she could blame him for what happened. Of course, getting naked had been her idea. Her "just doing something nice for Mario" idea. Innocent enough. Guh, how was getting naked being innocent? It had been exciting for sure. She had been topless twice before today, but now she had been totally naked, alone in a room with a strange man. And he was naked too with something she had never seen before. At least nothing anywhere near that big. And, she told herself, the massage was very relaxing and pleasant until . . . She took a deep breath. It had been very pleasant, right to the end. She had never felt quite like that before. It hadn't been making love either. It was just sex, having sex, enjoying sex. She was going crazy. She and Robert had agreed that if there was anything they felt uncomfortable with, they could just leave and go to their room or somewhere else. She shook her head. Evidently, she hadn't felt uncomfortable with what had happened. On the contrary, she had felt very unwilling to stop once it got to where it shouldn't have gone. How could she explain all that to Robert? And where was Robert, anyway? She looked up to realize she had drained her glass of wine and it was being refilled again. The wine had probably been the main problem. All the wine in the courtyard and then more in his room. She knew what wine did to her even though she hadn't experienced it very often. It just shut down the regular day-to-day Jenna and let someone else out. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It had happened that one time in Robert's parent's house. Wine with the nice dinner and, despite their determination to be virgins on their wedding night, it had happened very quickly in that little basement room. And now it had happened here as well. It was just sex, she kept telling herself. They hadn't kissed or anything that even hinted at love making. Love making was for Robert. This was just sex, just fun. She knew if he didn't get here soon, she'd be a raving basket case, a candidate for a strait jacket. At last here he came, walking with a rather tall, very attractive lady who had to be forty years old. And they were coming right to her table. "Hi, Jen. This is Marjorie." He had a very nonchalant smile on his face. Was this the woman who he'd . . . whatever he'd done? "Hello," Marjorie said very pleasantly. "I was just very anxious to meet the lady your Robert is married to. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other sometime during the rest of the week. You are here for just a week, aren't you?" "Yes, just a week," Jenna replied, feeling very self-conscious. "See you later, then," and Marjorie was headed toward another table at the far end of the courtyard. Now Jenna looked at Robert, a questioning and rather unsmiling look that made him very uneasy. Had she just gone to a room and sat and talked for the whole time while he had . . . well, done what he had done? He had a twinge down below when he thought about what he had been doing. But if she hadn't, what was going to happen and what was he going to tell her? What was she going to tell him? She was sitting here with no man around and he had no idea how long she had been sitting there. She hadn't come back to their room -- lord, that would have been awkward. But what HAD she been doing? An awkward silence as they stared at each other, unspoken questions crossing the space between them, unspoken answers filling their minds. Who would go first? "You might as well sit down," Jenna finally said. "You look silly just standing there looking at me." Robert sat down. For the past hour or hour and a half, however long it had been, he hadn't been thinking about what he'd say when he saw Jenna again. Likewise, in her own self-analysis, she hadn't given a thought to what she'd say. Yet, as she looked at him, she knew she loved him, more than ever now, and she was determined to get things started, even if they didn't progress well. "Well, shall we sit here and talk or should we go to our room?" He wasn't sure he was ready to go to the room that he had just left quite yet. "Let's stay here. You can have wine and I'll have more Wernesgruber. A few more people had wandered into the courtyard, evidently their evening activities concluded, and the server was getting a little busier and they had to wait for the beer and the additional wine so they were just looking around a little self-consciously as they waited. At last the beer was there and the wine glass was full again and it was time to get started. "Who goes first?" Jenna asked quietly. Robert took a deep breath. "I'm not sure." Suddenly Jenna had a solution. She reached into the pocket of her shorts and took out the penny she had gotten from Mario. "I'll flip and if it's the queen that's up, I'll go first. If it's the other side, you go first." Robert looked amazed, but nodded. She flipped the coin and it landed on the table, rolled for a second and stopped, the queen being up again of course. "Damn coin," she thought. "Can I see that?" Robert asked. She handed it to him. He could see that it was an English penny and he knew that Jenna didn't have any English money. It had to be part of the story she was about to tell. "May I ask you something before I start?" "Sure." "When we started tonight, we said that if anything happened that we were totally uncomfortable with, we'd just leave and go back to our room. Since I met Marjorie, can I assume that didn't happen with you?" She was trying to get a response that would help her decide just what she would tell Robert. Not that she would lie to him. But, like the oath you take in court. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, etc. She could tell the truth, but not the WHOLE truth if she had to. "I love you, Jenna. I do, with all my heart and soul. No, I didn't do that. And when it's my turn I'll tell you everything that happened and if you hate me, I guess I deserve it." That one ripped through her like jagged harpoon. She took his hand. "I love you too, you know that, so here goes." She led him through her tale, how polite Mario had been, a little about Mario, how he had given her wine. "You know what happens with me and wine," she said. Robert glanced at her glass. He did for sure, and had seen her suck down quite a bit so far this evening. That might explain what she was going to say, whatever that might be. She told him she thought everything that happened was her fault because she had started it. Now Robert was wondering where this was going but, he also knew that he had a story to share as well and . . . He waited for Jenna to go on. She told him about her decision, really based on not wanting to totally disappoint Mario, who had a beautiful smile and was so kind and polite, who also may have been expecting a hot and, well you know kind of a night. So, she had gotten naked and so had he. She told him about the coin. Then she got to the part about the massage, how good it felt, how complimentary he was and then how one thing had led to another and . . . She stopped and looked at Robert. She had to tell him. He actually looked expectant. So, she told him what had happened. She hadn't mentioned size yet, but she finally told him about that too. She realized that she was breathing a little harder than normal as she finished. Although it was hard to do, she told him about how it was just sex. They had never kissed or anything like that. Robert leaned across the table and gave her a big hug. "Nothing is your fault," he said thoughtfully. "It's all my fault for booking this trip. It was my mistake that caused all this to happen." He took a deep breath. "And neither of us said enough, and left and went somewhere else." She nodded in agreement, not sure she was agreeing with all of it but enough so she wasn't feeling so guilty any longer. At the same instant she realized that Robert was going to tell her his story. Her story, his story. She didn't know what it was going to be but her imagination was working. She had met Marjorie. She was older, much more experienced and Robert was getting ready to tell her about his time with Marjorie. She took a deep breath. "I'm not sure quite how to start. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this." He paused for a second. "She told me when we got to our room that she was weird, and that's the reason that she and her husband came here every year, so they could be weird with other people as well. She said she knew just from looking at me that this was all very new to me and to not think that the rest of life was going to be like her weirdness. Jenna, I was scared. You saw her. She's a pretty good-looking lady for being 41 years old. Forty one, Jenna. Not quite old enough to be my mother but not too far from it. When we walked in, she just stripped her clothes off and told me to get ready. I almost did what we talked about, you know, telling her to leave and that I didn't want to keep going. But you know what?" He paused again. "Stupid curiosity. Stupid engineering curiosity. I wondered what the heck she was talking about and the only way to find out was to stay and have her stay too. So, I did. I took my clothes off too and she had a little bag with her and took out a bottle of chocolate syrup. Then she, well, started playing with my cock. You're the only one who's really ever played with it, Jenna, so it was really strange. Is it okay that I'm telling you this? Jenna was actually anxious to hear more. "Sure, keep going." Robert seemed relieved. "Well, she took some of the syrup in her hand and smeared it all over my cock. It was weird, just like she said. And then she said that she loved to suck cock but she hated the salty taste so she put chocolate on so she could enjoy it. And then she just started sucking and, god Jenna, it felt so good. Soooo good. I don't know why." "Because it was different and strange and that made it exciting. Exciting for both of us. We're used to vanilla and this was Neapolitan." "I guess," he said, looking back at her. "Listen, I'm just going to tell you this like it happened and if you hate me, you'll just have to hate me." He had a sort of frantic look on his face. "Do you hate me?" she asked quietly. "No, of course not." "It's a deal then, I won't hate you either. So just keep telling." "Okay. Well, like I was saying, she kept licking and sucking and getting all the chocolate and I was about to go nuts and, well," he shrugged, "I was ready to cum. And she stopped and said she needed more chocolate. She got that bottle and spread the chocolate around again and started sucking and licking and when I was ready again, she stopped. More chocolate, she said, and the same thing. Four times she did that, Jenna, four times and I was nearly nuts. Couldn't get my breath and she'd just smile and smear on more chocolate and then make me crazy again. On the fifth time, she stopped again, looked at me and then said, oh go ahead and just used her hand and I shot all over her, in her hair, face on her boobs. She just smiled and asked if that was good. All I could do was grunt." He was just shaking his head and looking at Jenna. She was thinking a little about Mario and wondering if she could have even gotten that thing in her mouth. She couldn't believe she was actually thinking that and, even worse, was wishing she had at least tried it. And she was trying to picture Marjorie sucking on Robert's cock. "Then she said that I needed time to recover so why didn't I just do her. She spread her legs and, um, well, pulled herself wide open and told me to go ahead. It was so weird. Kind of like going to the grocery store or something. Here, do this, now do that. Anyway, I did and pretty soon she came. I just kind of waited for her to tell me what was next and she went to work on me again and when I was ready, she climbed on and we had sex." He stopped and stared at Jenna. "It wasn't Jenna sex, you know." She smiled back at him, very happy to hear him say that. "Then it got really weird in a different sort of way. When we were through, she climbed off of me and went to her bag and got out a big notebook. She leafed through it, then told me I was number 74 and, after looking a little more, I was the seventh Robert. She explained that she liked to keep the book and fill it with information about the guys she had sex with. And, she started asking me questions. "Where are you from? How long have you been married? Were you a virgin when you got married? How often do you have sex? Do you do oral? Do you do anal? Does she like to be tied up? Does she like to be spanked? Do you do golden showers? Do you do threesomes or swing? Do you like to have sex in public? I was trying to answer even though I don't think I was sure what she was talking about half the time. All the questions are what took me so long to get back out here." "Did you enjoy it?" she asked very directly. Robert looked away. "I guess. Some things felt good for sure. But . . . " "Ready to go back to the room?" Asking that, she had a very special grin on her face. She knew he saw it. "Let's go," he said and they headed for the room. While Robert fiddled with the little door card, Jenna was getting naked, right in the hallway. Robert's eyes got wide when he saw her. Once inside she was taking his clothes off of him very quickly and he was squirming. "Let me run and take a shower first," he pleaded half-heartedly. Remembering, she said. "No, no, not yet," and quickly she had him in her mouth to a deep groan from him. He does taste different, she thought, so that must be Marjorie. She had done a good job on him as there was not a hint of a chocolate taste. When his breathing got much more rapid and his groans closer together, she stood up and pushed him to the bed and down. She climbed up and straddled him, must to his surprise. This was a different Jenna. "This is Jenna sex," she said. "Would you like that?" "Please," he gasped out as she slid him into a very warm and wet tube that may have not been quite as tight as usual, but he didn't notice nor complain. She began to move, up then down, a gentle slap as she bottomed, a little rocking motion from side to side, then up again and down. "You liking this Jenna sex?" she asked seductively as she slowly began to pick up the pace. Robert just closed his eyes and began moving his hips in time with hers. Enough of an answer she decided as she bent and kissed him. Her tongue probed and his mouth opened with a groan she could actually feel. Quickly his arms were around her neck and he squashed her against him. About two more pumps and suddenly she was on her back and Robert was over her, slapping against her hips as now it was his turn and he was pumping harder and faster than he ever had before. Suddenly his head was back, a final long groan and he erupted inside of her, over and over and then some more. It seemed he just knew what was needed after that and he rolled off of her and his finger went to work, for about 15 seconds before she had an orgasm even better than the one she'd had earlier. They lay on the bed, both exhausted and not wanting to move. Finally, she rolled to her side and kissed him on the cheek. "Was that good Jenna sex?" There was no answer for a few seconds. "I don't know. I'll have to wait till my body stops twitching and tingling and my nerves stop firing to let you know. But I think the answer is going to be yes." "Even after Marjorie, are you still game?" "If tomorrow night, when we're done, I come back here and get more of the same Jenna sex I got tonight, I'm still game. You?" She was remembering and wondering. "Sure. Plenty of Jenna sex left in me." Jenna woke up first and just lay there, watching Robert sleep. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. His time with Marjorie didn't seem to match at all her time with Mario. They were both kind of equal in things like that, sexual things, and she was sure most of his answers to Marjorie's questions had been no. Her time with Mario had been, well, surprising, and she had to admit, pretty exciting. Even now, as she thought about it, she could hardly believe it had happened. This whole time, part of one day and yesterday seemed like some kind of fantasy, something you might dream about. But here were people actually living it. She and Robert were actually living it. And today was another day and they were still here and would be living this day as well, whatever it might be. She wondered if there was anything that would make her say no and just leave what was happening. She had to giggle at that since she was sure there were LOTS of things that could make that happen. She was thinking and remembering last night. There was a question rattling around in her head. She knew how to answer it but wasn't sure she wanted to. Maybe. She had been thinking about everything and maybe she could. Robert was still sleeping. She slid her hand across her belly and between her legs. Slowly she pushed it inside her, but just barely. It was enough. A deep breath and she brought that finger to her lips and tasted. It was just a small taste but did seem a little different than Marjorie had tasted. She decided that maybe she was the weird one but still, she was just curious, and she wasn't even an engineer, like Robert. She had certainly discovered that cocks came in different sizes, just as Robert had told her. No reason why women wouldn't taste differently as well. Robert stirred and she gave him a kiss. "Morning already?" he said as he finally opened his eyes. The smile she got nearly made her melt. "I know you," he said. "Best sex partner I've ever had." Before yesterday he could have said, 'only sex partner I've ever had'. "Ditto," she answered. "Ready for some breakfast and another day?" They dressed for breakfast, Jenna smiling at that. Everyone did it even though nearly all of them would be naked soon after. They ate, Jenna wondering how food could taste so good when it didn't seem that much different than what they had at home. Just the atmosphere she guessed. After breakfast they just walked around for a while, trying to get a good overall view of the resort. Naturally, it was hot and sunny and it wasn't long before the cool breezes of the beach and the salty water were beckoning them. Jenna changed into her new suit and Robert into that neon thing again. As they approached the beach Jenna could feel herself beginning to tingle. When they found their spot, she was quickly topless, now the fourth time in her life. Robert was looking around when he realized that he was with a totally naked wife as she was tossing the bottoms of her suit onto the towel. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him and he knew what was required. Quickly, the naked couple were heading for the water. Of course, once in the water Jenna plunged in and swam away just as she'd done yesterday and Robert was left to contemplate and watch the waves, and to watch Jenna's cute butt bobbing in the distance. In a few minutes she was back, grinning and telling him how much better the water felt when she had no suit at all. "Going to be trying that at the neighborhood pool when we get home?" She grinned, devilishly. "I might. Would you claim me if I did?" "I don't know, I might do more than claim you." She giggled at that. Some time spent just relaxing, then the snack bar for lunch, both still naked of course. Robert couldn't help looking around at some of the females gathered there to eat. It didn't take him long to realize that might not be the best idea. He wasn't quite used to the nudity yet and he could feel himself reacting to what he was seeing. It didn't help at all when Jenna reached over and squeezed it, whispering that he needed to calm down. She couldn't help but laugh when she said it. Of course, she was checking out some of the men as well, but her reactions were a little less visible than his. Also, she couldn't help but think about what might be coming tonight and, if it was like last night which she suspected it might be, then she'd be with a man and Robert with a woman and it might be one of those sitting right here at the bar eating. So, she was looking at both men and women and filing things away. She noticed a movement across the bar and looked. It was Mario, subtly waving at her. There was a very pale but attractive red head sitting next to him. Jenna wasn't sure what English ladies looked like but thought this one maybe looked English, or perhaps Irish. Whatever it might be, she was certainly very pretty and Jenna's ego swelled just a mite. She remembered him telling her she was stunning and, if he felt that way about her with a wife like that, she couldn't help but be flattered. Of course, he might have just been, what do the guys say, "trying to get into her pants," but she had no pants on so that couldn't have been it. She almost blushed just from having that thought. Instead, she giggled quietly. The day passed a little differently than yesterday had since Both Jenna and Robert knew a little more of what to expect from the evening. A short nap followed lunch with a quick trip to the beach before dinner. A shower, getting dressed and they headed to the courtyard for dinner and . . . When they sat down at a table, they were quickly joined by the same couple who had been with them last evening. "Well, was it what you expected?" the lady asked. They had learned that her name was Adrienne and her husband's name was Claude. Very French they had decided. Jenna looked at Robert and he at her. She decided to answer. "We had no idea what to expect so, I guess we were a little surprised. "I hope it turned out well for you both," Claude replied. "Very different than what we're used to," Robert chipped in. "Very different." "Are you staying for the entertainment tonight then?" Adrienne asked a little coyly. "Yes, definitely," Jenna said. "It must not have been too terribly different then," Adrienne came back quickly, "or maybe you've found this different to be entertaining. We have." Jenna knew she was blushing slightly. "I guess we have too," she said quietly to Robert's emphatic nod. "That's wonderful, then. Hopefully we'll see you again next year. We're here this week every year." As Adrienne was talking, Robert couldn't help but think back to last night when Marjorie had told him he was the number 74 entry in her book. He looked around at the other couples. He and Jenna had a number one in their books . . . if they decided to keep a book. How long would it take to get to 74 and would number 74 for him be like he had been to Marjorie, obviously just another entry in her book. He hoped not, but he was hoping for something a little different than Marjorie tonight. Something a little more Jenna-esque maybe. The lady with the wine bottle appeared and Jenna's glass was quickly filled. He wondered how long it would take her to empty this one and how many more she'd empty before the night was over. He liked it when she had a little extra wine during the evening. It made his nights more interesting. And he was sure it would make someone else's night very interesting very soon. He ordered another Wernesgruber as he had really enjoyed it last night. All of them actually. He might have to see if he could find it locally when he got back home. As they ate, Jenna couldn't help but look at Claude. He was here and, if he stayed for the evening's activities, he could end up being her partner. She tried to picture that. She remembered the beginnings of a belly she had seen last evening when they all got topless. She also remembered Adrienne's huge, but saggy boobs and realized that Robert could be with her as well. She was trying to picture having sex with Claude as she ate her dinner and hoped it wasn't making her blush. She wondered what his thing might look like. She might find out. Or the man at the next table, with the long pony tail. Or the body builder she had held onto during the bunny hop last night. That was a scary thought. All those muscles. There would be no bunny hop introductory dance tonight, just straight to business. Well, more pleasure than business of course. The man was at the PA again. "Okay, let's get started. Women to my left and men to my right." Jenna's turn to move. The changing was done and took perhaps four or five minutes to get everyone straight. "Number off like you did last night." The numbering went much smoother tonight and it was determined that there were 35 in each group, one more than last night. Evidently some couple had gotten a little braver, or had just decided, what the heck. He checked with a lady standing beside him and she disappeared for a second, then ran to the other end and disappeared for a second time. "We try to keep this matching process much like children's games," he said with a laugh. "We had to make a slight adjustment as there is one more than last night. Okay. Hidden in the bushes along the wall behind me on both ends are little plastic eggs. Inside each egg is a number. Everyone, go to the bushes and find an egg. When you have your number, head for the other end and find someone who has a matching number, hopefully of the opposite sex," he added with a laugh. "Tonight, home base is the female's room. Start searching." Jenna headed to the bushes as all the ladies spread out along the length of the wall. A little probing in the greenery and she found a purple egg. She opened it and discovered a little slip of paper with a seven on it. Lucky seven she thought. She hoped, anyway. She headed the other way calling out "seven, seven." With 70 people calling out numbers it was pretty chaotic as she was sure it had been planned. She hadn't found a seven yet when she spotted Robert, comparing numbers with a long, lithe blond that she had noticed at the snack bar. She was trying to remember what the rest of her looked like when she and Robert headed off to the door of the building. Based on just appearances, it seemed that Robert might be in for a more enjoyable night. She kept calling out, "seven, seven," when she was aware of a big smile headed toward her. Blond, curly hair, blue eyes, white teeth, nicely tanned and athletic looking. "You are seven?" he said with an accent that she knew was Scandinavian but had no idea which country. She was amazed that all of these people from other countries spoke English. She spoke English too, but that was the extent of it. She held up her little slip of paper. "Seven," she said, returning his smile. "I am Lars," he said, extending his hand. She took his hand. "Jenna," she answered, still smiling. Lars was rather gorgeous. "Ah," he said. "An English name but you are not from England." "Oh, no," she answered. "I'm from the United States." "Ah, I hear that now. Hello, Jenna," he said with a little bow, still holding her hand. She gulped. What the heck. "I guess we're partners tonight," she said, wondering where the words were coming from. "Yes, and already I can see that is my pleasure." Oh my gosh. He either had a great line or she was in luck again and he certainly did have blue eyes. He quickly switched his hand from the shaking position to holding her hand. "To your room?" he asked gently. That's the plan, she thought as she started for the door, Lars right beside her. She opened the door to 203 and went inside, Lars following right behind her. She was trying to think how many glasses of wine she'd had with dinner. At least three. Maybe that was enough. Lars was sure a good-looking guy. "So," he said. "I'm always curious. This is my, actually our, second year here. How about you?" This was getting to be a routine, explaining why they were there. She gestured for him to sit down and she joined him, relating the story one more time. She watched his eyes get wide. "You didn't know, at all?" "Not at all," she echoed. "And at home?" She knew what he was asking even though he didn't say it. "Not at all," she repeated. Now he settled back in the chair and looked at her, smiling. She was trying her best to decipher that look but didn't seem to be having much luck. The thought "fresh meat" flashed through her mind but he hadn't seemed like that in the, umm, five minutes she had known him. "That's interesting," he said, nodding slightly. "I can't imagine something like that. My wife and I came here last year because," he paused, thinking. "Because it just seemed to fit with what we wanted to do. In Sweden, things can be very, loose," he said, a questioning look on his face. So, she thought, he's Swedish. And, this guy is not just an amateur, showing up for weekends. He's a full-time pro. That thought was a little disturbing. Lars questioned her some more and she was totally fascinated very quickly with his accent. She was in someplace very different from home and here was a man, very different than anything at home. Soon she was asking him questions, making him talk so she could listen. She knew a few guys with blue eyes too, but she was sure they weren't like Lars' blue eyes. It was toward the ending of a beautiful dusk outside and she was wondering just what was going to happen here, inside. She saw Lars take a deep breath. "Do you know the patio, out back?" he asked, gesturing. "I've seen it," she said, her curiosity now piqued. "Let's go out there," he said simply. "Outside?" she questioned. "It's warm and beautiful and, being from Sweden, I treasure warmth outside." He said that with a laugh. Well, she thought, if he wants to go outside, she could do that. She stood up and headed for the door. "Oh no," he said quickly and she stopped. He was grinning at her. "Have you been to the beach?" "Both days," she replied. "What were you wearing there?" he asked, a little teasing quality to his voice. It was her turn to take a breath. "Nothing," she replied simply. "Then let's do that," he said and began taking off his clothes. She had been naked at the beach, but this would be different. This would be walking through the halls and out the door onto the patio. There might be people there as well, who knows? She bit her lower lip. What was he planning to do on the patio, or didn't she want to know that just yet? Watching him carefully, she began to strip as well. Soon they were both naked and she was certainly checking. He was not Mario. He was pretty much the same as Robert. And, she could see those blue eyes checking her as well. Surprising herself, her nipples began to respond to his looking. All she could think right then was that this certainly was a new Jenna. He took her hand and they were out the door. She had no place to put a key. "It will be fine unlocked," he said. Near the end of the hall they passed another couple, fully clothed. They smiled and Lars smiled but Jenna was having trouble concentrating and didn't smile. She had noticed, before they left the room, that Lars had complimented her. At least his partial erection had. She remembered what Mario had said. Soon they were down the stair and on the patio. They sat down on two loungers a little off to the side but not far enough that the server didn't see them. "May I bring you something?" she said with a smile. Just a friendly smile and not a gawking smile. Jenna guessed she was used to this. Maybe she'd be one day too, but not quite yet. Lars gestured to her. "Some of the white wine they served at dinner would be perfect," Jenna said, trying to look the server in the eye as if this was an everyday thing, sitting here with a stranger, the aura of sex hanging in the air. Lars nodded at the server in assent. In short minutes she was back with two glasses and an ice bucket with a large bottle (1.5 liter) of wine. "I thought I'd bring the whole bottle," she said coyly. "I thought you might not want to be disturbed later." Quickly she was gone. Did she know what was going to happen? Did Jenna? Lars poured two glasses, handed one to her, then sat down, looking at her. She took a rather large sip of the wine and was looking right back at Lars. Sitting there naked, looking at a very handsome and also very naked man, she was wondering what might be coming next. She found herself hoping that it wouldn't be just chit-chat. Meanwhile, Jenna had been very correct in assuming the rather tall and lithe blond she saw Robert with had matched his number and they were in the process of heading to her room. Not surprisingly, Robert was smiling and his heart was beating a little faster as he remembered last night and couldn't help but compare this one to Marjorie. No comparison -- none at all. Nothing had happened yet but this one certainly didn't look like Marjorie and she had actually kissed him on the cheek when they started to her room. She had grabbed his hand and was walking beside him as they went and he was kind of wishing that she'd just be leading him and he could be watching that delicious looking and he was sure, wiggling ass that he had just gotten a glimpse of when they met. Once inside her room, she turned to Robert. "I'm Astrid, and you?" "Robert," he answered and couldn't help smiling at the bubbly personality he was facing. "You have clothes on. Take them off," she said, gesturing. "You too," he quickly replied. "My room so you have to go first." She was not backing down. Robert realized that if he were first, then she would be second and that would be fine with him as he was already anxious to see what was hiding under the limited clothes she was wearing. Stripping was simple for him. Shirt, shorts, boxers and it was done. Another bubbly smile from her. "Ooohhhh," that's good, she said. A good start, Robert thought. "Your turn," was his quick reply. "Would you like me to dance for you while I do it?" As far as Robert was concerned, anything she could do short of leaving the room was fine with him. "Would be great," he replied, anxious to see this. Now the expression on Astrid's face changed completely, from that bubbly and giggly look to a very, very sensuous, lip licking look that he knew was going to make something happen. Her body began to undulate, her hips swaying along with the slow and very suggestive lip licking and Robert felt his erection beginning. Plus, she was looking directly at it as she moved, almost like beckoning it to rise up to greet her. "You're almost ready, aren't you?" she said suggestively. "Let me help it a little." Astrid began to sing softly and to dance along with the singing. She kicked off her sandals and danced on tiptoes, spinning and actually doing small leaps. While spinning she was unbuttoning her blouse and with a final spin it was off and flying to Robert's lap. Now he was wondering just what the lacy red bra was hiding. Some more spins, some very graceful arm movements and almost without him seeing how it was done, the bra was off, and on his lap as well. He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Everything that was visible was smooth, creamy and flawlessly pale. Astrid's breasts were certainly not large, just perfectly shaped, standing straight out with a dark, pink nipples centered in pale, pink areolas. As she spun and danced, if they jiggled or moved much at all, he didn't think he could see it. Next came her shorts, quickly off with more graceful spins and added to the growing pile in his lap. The red bikini undies were all that was left and she was beckoning to him. He was quickly up as she was dancing in circles around him, those perfect breasts just inches away sometimes, her face even closer. "Take them off of me," she whispered as she paused her dance, on tiptoes and arms straight up above her head. She was so near that his erection was oh so close to where those red bottoms were hiding that last thing he hadn't seen yet. Doing as he was told, he slowly and carefully slid them down her legs, his face now within a tongue's length of what had been hidden, a downy blond triangle that did little to hide what was underneath. When he straightened up with the panties, she took them from him and pressed them to his face, careful that the tiny crotch material was at his nose. He inhaled deeply, a light but pleasantly musky odor filling his nostrils. "That's me," she said as she stepped closer to him, then right against him. Those gorgeous nipples were pressed against his chest and his erection, that had been pointing upward was now squeezed against her stomach. She moved slightly and he felt her hand take hold of it and move it downward so it was between her legs. She squeezed her legs together. "Tease me," she whispered. He began to move with gentle in and out strokes and could feel the head rubbing against her dampness. She was just his height and they were eye to eye, her breathing heavy against his face. "So close," he said softly. "Yes," she murmured. "So close. So very close. Touching." The way Lars was looking at her, Jenna knew that it was going to be more than chit-chat for sure. His eyes were tracing her body from head to toe and back again. And he did it several times. Slowly he stood up and went to the ice bucket, then came toward her with a piece of the ice in his hand. He sat down on the edge of her lounger and slowly rubbed it back and forth against her lips. Her tongue came out and licked its cold wetness. Then it was against her chest and he made a slow, wet ring around one breast. When he got to the top the ice cube moved slowly down her breast until it was on the nipple. She watched her nipple pop up and the areola shrink and crinkle. "Oh," he said, and moved the ice to the other nipple with the same result. He slowly moved the ice cube to his mouth, rubbed it on his own lips and then it just disappeared. "They must be cold," he said with a smile. "I can fix that." She watched him slide along the lounger, then bend slowly until her left nipple was in his mouth. His tongue rolled it from one side to the other, his eyes fixed on hers. She was beginning to have that breathing trouble again and wished she had more wine. Some gentle sucking and then he released the nipple. "Better," he said, then leaned across and did the same to her right nipple. "That was so nice I'm going to do it again, unless someone stops me." Jenna decided she wasn't about to stop him so she just watched. Lars had another piece of ice and brought it to her lips again. This time she opened her mouth and took the ice in, along with his fingers. He let loose and the ice balanced on her tongue. No fingers to take it this time, his head leaned in and his mouth closed on her tongue, and the ice was gone into his mouth, but only briefly as it was again on her nipples with that same fascinating result. Lars was six inches away, looking from one to the other, his head shaking ever so slightly. She felt his erection bumping her leg and she brought her mouth close to his. The ice reappeared and this time her mouth took it from his tongue. She took hold of his very hard cock and gently rubbed the head with the ice. She wasn't about to miss what she had missed last night. Oh, my," she said. "I think it needs warmed up now." She slid sideways on the lounger and this time her mouth surrounded the very wet head and pulled it inside. She was sure she heard Lars groan. Now, this wasn't something she'd done a lot of in her life and she wanted to do it right for Lars. As her lips slid down his length, she remembered Robert saying that as long as you didn't bite, there wasn't much you could do that was wrong. She moved her lips up and down, her cheeks bowing in on every upward movement. She felt Lars hands in her hair. "Jenna, so good," he was saying. "So good, so good, so good." She was hearing and moving and wondering for she knew what would quickly happen. Lars words, where they were, what she had already done made the decision for her. She felt him tensing, pulling harder on her hair, thrusting harder into her mouth and then spurts of liquid hitting the back of her throat, one after another as she tried to swallow but wasn't quite able and she felt it running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts as Lars gave a final thrust and stopped. He lifted her head, those blue eyes swallowing her. "It's warm now," he said. "Thank you." A final look and smile and he quickly stood up, walked to one of the tables and came back with a napkin. He gently wiped her chin, then her breasts and chest. "I don't want any soil on absolute perfection," he said softly, giving each breast a final caress with the napkin. She thought she might explode, from what had happened and what he had said. He was probably just trying to seduce her which, obviously, he didn't have to do as she was well seduced already. But they did make her feel very warm and fuzzy inside. Or maybe it was hot and fuzzy. She had just given oral sex on the patio of the resort, and there were others on the patio too. Not close and she wasn't sure whether or not they could see or were looking. But they were there. She could see them and . . . they were disappearing as Lars was pushing her backward and gently spreading her legs. Now she had something else to watch as he was kissing up the inside of her leg, getting closer and closer. He gently nuzzled her muff and she could feel his breath against her femaleness. "Jenna, so good," he said again and his tongue began to probe. She was tempted to help him but decided to just enjoy whatever happened. That thought about being out here in public flashed through her mind again but was quickly dismissed. She felt his tongue push between her lips and slowly press inside her. Several times in and out and then moving and, despite being ready for it, her body jolted when he touched her clit. A little happy sound came from him and several more times she jolted as the tongue found that very sensitive spot. She watched as his hands moved to her muff, then through it to hold her apart. Now his tongue was flicking, over and over and finally, his lips had her, both lips and tongue working together to raise the ecstasy she was feeling to continually higher and higher levels. She felt one of his fingers inside her and realized she had closed her eyes. She opened them and could see what he was doing. More than seeing, and now hearing herself make some gentle moaning sounds, she was feeling and it was beginning to happen. She pulled the little pillow from behind her and smashed it against her face to muffle what she knew would soon happen. It did, and her nerves were firing everywhere in her body, her hips were rocking, her butt up off the lounger. She could feel herself trembling, shaking hard, making noises into the pillow, and then finally slowing as Lars' lips and tongue were also slowing. She couldn't help but echo, "Lars, so good, so good." And couldn't believe she was saying it. Lars sat up, looking at her from head to toe again. "Such beauty, soft and smooth and touchable." Another look. "And soon that's what I want to do, touch and kiss every bit of it." He stood up and went to the ice bucket, returning with the wine bottle. He carefully filled both glasses. "But we have plenty of time." When he returned, he had a piece of ice. He rubbed it gently on her lips, then laid it carefully on the tongue he found extended there. Once more his lips surrounded that tongue and then she could hear him crunching the ice. It was touching, indeed, and Robert wasn't sure whether he could stand it much longer. His erection between her legs, rubbing her, and him. Those green eyes that never seemed to let loose of his eyes. And now, she was stepping back, sliding off him. She quickly looked down. "Oh my," she said, a subtle smile on her face. "Now I've made a mess and it needs cleaned up." Those green eyes meeting his again, that little smile. And he hoped that meant what he thought it might. Slowly she slipped down his body until she was staring directly at his erection which was so intense it was actually throbbing. That was quickly stopped as her lips surrounded it to a loud moan from both of them. He hoped he could last long enough for her lips to bottom at least once. More quickly than he could have imagined, they did. All the way, her lips against his pubs, her tongue touching his balls. Just as quickly it was swinging free and once more it disappeared totally. This time it was his moan that broke the silence. Not exactly silence as there was a slurping sound as she went down, then back up. A few more and it was coming. He announced it with a groan and she had it in her hand, pumping and his first shot caught her in the left eye, the second on her forehead, the third and forth into her open mouth, the fifth on her breast, the last little bit dribbling over her hand. "You were ready," she said although he knew he hadn't quite been ready for that. "Don't move," she said and went into the bathroom, returning with a towel and cleaning herself up a little. Then she went to the table beside the bed, opened and closed a drawer and was back with what Robert knew had to be a vibrator of some type. "My turn," she added and lay down on the bed, spreading those long, lean legs about as wide as they could go. Those green eyes were still locked on him. He saw the switch and flipped it on -- the little device hummed quietly. "Don't mess with that one," she ordered. "Just push it all the way." He did and the hum was much louder. "Now, I'll see if I can be faster than you were." Since he had two hands, he used one to press the vibrator against the clit that was clearly revealed by her spread legs. The other he used to press two fingers between those labia that had so recently teased his cock. They found a very warm and slippery place that he began to explore fully. He decided he was doing something right, based on the wonderful sounds she was making and the way her hips were bucking and rolling. He saw her reaching for her ankles and when she had them, she pulled hard so she was spread even wider. Very suddenly she surprised him as she squealed sharply, raised her butt high off the bed and almost began to vibrate. It lasted for long, long seconds and then she slowly relaxed, letting loose of her ankles and letting her legs close a little. Robert removed the vibrator but left his fingers in place. "Don't worry," she said as she was catching her breath. "There's plenty of room in there for more than fingers." He loved her accent when she spoke, but even more, he loved what she was speaking. Jenna took another fairly big sip of her delicious wine, enjoying the tiny buzz that was filling her head. She was sitting there having just given and received oral sex . . . from a very handsome stranger . . . who she'd learned was a professional soccer player . . . on the patio in public . . . with others on the patio who could watch if they chose . . . and the stranger was staring at her from top to bottom . . . repeatedly . . . and she couldn't help but anticipate what might be coming next. He had told her at least one thing that he wanted and she wasn't sure she could even handle that, but was obligated to try. That made it easier . . . if she was obligated. She watched as Lars carefully sat his wine glass down, then stood and went to the ice bucket before heading toward her. She knew at least one thing that was coming. He took her wine glass and sat it down away from her. Jenna watched as the ice cube went to one nipple which immediately stood tall, drawing the areola into a smaller, crinkled circle. It was repeated with the other to his, "That's so fascinating, as you are as well." In the ritual that had quickly developed, the ice next caressed her lips, then rested on her extended tongue which was quickly enveloped by Lars' lips and the ice was in his mouth being gently crunched there. "Now," he said softly, moving beside her. "I told you before there was something I wanted to do and this is the perfect time for it." She certainly remembered what he had said and she was tingling all over in anticipation. He started kissing on her forehead as his hands were moving over other parts of her body. The kissing moved to her nose, to her ears, to her chin and his hands slid over her belly, up to her breasts, to her neck, then down her arms. Quickly she was having trouble getting her breath as the kissing and the hands were touching every bit of her skin to his repeated, "so soft, so smooth." If he was getting her ready for even more, it was working. It seemed to go on and on, the touching, the kissing, his tongue caressing her. It was so sensual, so tantalizing and she felt like she was nearly ready to burst into flame. "But that's only half," he whispered in her ear, emphasizing it with another kiss and nibble there. She saw a quick movement and the lounger went to flat and he had her hips, turning her over. More kissing and touching and then another whisper in her ear. "You have a beautiful ass," as it was being gently squeezed. Two nights in a row she had heard that. She was going to have to check that more carefully when she got home. She felt kisses there and realized her cheeks were being spread and felt more kisses in that crack. She took a deeper breath as she felt a finger on that little puckered opening, much as she had felt last night. A harder push and she gasped. It had gone in just a tiny bit and was just as quickly out. His lips were at her ear again. "What's your favorite position," he asked. Another tiny gasp from her. How was she to answer that. She didn't really know names or how to describe what she liked. She was with Lars, she'd like anything he liked, so that would be her answer. She turned her face to his. "What do you like," she asked in return. "No fair," he replied and she could feel his breath on her face, the smell of the wine very prevalent. "We went to your room so your choice. Something you're comfortable with." If she wanted to be comfortable, she'd have stayed in Ohio. She felt his hand making slow circles on her ass. Maybe just like this, she thought. That would be fine. Ever so gently she drew her knees up under her and her ass moved slowly up into the air where it could be easily seen if anyone was looking. "Perfect choice," was his last whisper as he moved away from her face and behind her, between her legs which she spread as wide as they would go without slipping off the edge of the lounger. She hoped it was wide enough. She felt a gentle slap on one butt cheek followed quickly by a repeat to the other cheek. She had to catch her breath. It sounded loud, loud enough for patio sitters to hear. Two more and she was ready for the preliminaries to end and the final act to begin. As if on cue, she felt the curtain opening and the main character entering, sliding in to fill her all the way. She could feel him leaning against her hips and back and then his hand, around her and between her legs, finding that pleasure nub, her senses so on fire now that there was no extra jerk, just a long, low moan. His other hand was clutching first one breast and then the other, stretching the nipples with each touch. He was moving, his hips bumping against hers, his one arm not only teasing her clit relentlessly but also holding her up. She felt she was just a mass of putty or jello, a moaning mass of jello. Lars was kissing her back, licking it too, then sucking hard as his thrusting sped up. "Oh Jenna," he gasped, and just as she was feeling her body explode with pleasure, he was filling her with multiple shots of hot liquid. Before she even realized it, he was slowly collapsing, rolling off of her and to the ground, she right behind, landing on top of him. They lay there, panting and grinning. She was wondering if someone would be running to help them get up. It had been that kind of an evening for sure. But no one came. Lars, unable to help himself it seemed, reached around her and rubbed her ass. "If you can grab the glasses, I'll get the bottle. No sense wasting it." He stood up and helped her up, of course slowly gazing at her from head to foot once more. "I am very lucky to have the wife I have," he said, "but someone is very lucky to have you as well. Perhaps tomorrow I shall meet him and congratulate him." With all the thoughts of what had happened racing through her nearly numb mind, now there was one more thing. What if that happened? They headed to her room to get dressed and meet their mates in the courtyard. Robert was sure that Astrid spoke the truth. There was plenty of room where his fingers had been for something else. He was getting more anxious by the moment to test that, just to be sure. But she seemed in no hurry, content to torture him it seemed, knowing that eventually it would happen but at the time of her choosing. Of course, she had been here before, kind of knew how things went and he was the anxious rookie, just wanting to get his urges taken care of. He had to admit that he had certainly enjoyed everything she had done so far, and what he had done as well. If she was going to torment him with exquisite pleasures some more, he was ready for that too. He had been amazed when she had told him her husband was a professional soccer player, and not nearly as amazed when she said she had been a dancer and now taught dancing in Sweden. That was her accent, even though she spoke English nearly perfectly. Being an international, her husband would almost certainly have needed to learn English. For her though, it was not a requirement but she had learned and learned well. She was looking at him, grinning. He wondered . . . "What would you like to do now?" she asked teasingly. Was she kidding? His boner was sticking straight out, actually tipped upward a bit, he had had a wonderful orgasm not long ago, had given her one as well. He was looking at her, tall and long legged, her pale body and slender-ish figure nearly perfect. That was driving him just short of crazy even if he was only looking at it, and she wondered what he'd like to do now. She turned her head to the side, waiting for an answer. Robert just shook his head at her, then looked down at his erection. "Is that my answer?" she asked. "You are delicious. That's my answer." She stood up and walked toward him. "If I am delicious, then maybe you should be tasting me," she said very seductively. "I thought I just did that." "There's way more to taste than just that," she added. Suddenly Robert had a breast in his mouth. It was more than tasty, indeed, matched only by the other one that quickly took its place. "They're not that big but, people tell me they're nice." In words muffled by the mouthful he was trying to manage he said, "People are right." "That tickles when you talk with my boob in your mouth," she giggled. Robert was seated on a little chair and she now straddled his legs and sat down on them. The erection was rubbing on her belly as she purposefully moved from side to side to torment it. "You know you're killing me," he murmured out, afraid that if she kept that up his second orgasm would ruin everything. "There are two of us here and, what's happening is happening to both of us. I'm probably dripping on your leg right now." Her face was only inches from his. "Anticipation can be enticing," she breathily added. "Is that what this is, enticing?" "Is it?" "Yes, and I dare you to raise yourself just a little off my lap." "Ooohhh," she said, and raised just a tiny bit. His erection was now touching the top of her very blond muff. "A little more," he said, and she raised again, but just a little. It was now at the bottom of that blond triangle, tantalizingly close to where he wanted it to be. "More?" she whispered. He just nodded to that very close face. She raised up again and he felt himself slide between her legs. "Can we do this no hands?" More torment as he tried to move, to locate where he wanted to be, to just feel that warm and wet passage surrounding him. She was moving too and he could tell she had reached her limit as well and was actually trying to help him enter her, but still no hands. She pressed her belly against his and he rocked his hips a little. It felt right and she dropped down, driving him inside of her. "Is that what you wanted?" she asked, her breath against his face. "And you too," he answered. Her hips began to move from side to side. "My room so I'll take care of you," she said and was raising herself, then lowering herself on him, repeating it just a little faster and harder with each movement. "Who will come first?" she teased. He didn't care. He was somewhere that ecstasy abounded and knew it would happen, probably fairly quickly in his case. He couldn't stop himself from trying to help her, as if he'd want to stop. Now she was bouncing almost frantically when she said, "You're going to lose," and was moaning and just vibrating like she had before. Robert didn't lose by much as, before she had slowed completely, he was filling her -- she felt each burst inside her. She threw her arms around his neck and crushed his face against her breasts. She leaned back after a few seconds, took his face in her hands and said, "Well, was it worth it?" Tosseled blond hair, green eyes, his diminishing erection still inside her. Tormented almost beyond what he could stand. Was it worth it? "You have to ask?" he said. She smiled and stood up, looking between her legs. "Good, it's staying put so I don't have to worry about that right now. Shall we dress and return to the courtyard. I'd like some more of that wine. Clothes were back on, at least some of them, and they made their way outside. Robert looked around to see Jenna walking toward them beside a fairly tall, curly headed blond. Astrid turned at the same time and smiled at the man beside Jenna. There were quick looks back and forth and then smiles. Jenna couldn't believe it. She had thought tomorrow, but it was happening now. "I think what we have here is a . . . " Lars looked puzzled, searching for a word. "Coincidence," Astrid filled in for him. "Yes, that," he added. Then he looked from Jenna to Robert and back to her. Jenna nearly cringed as she knew he was going to say it. "This is Robert," she said, helping him a little. "And, as I think you know," Lars said, nodding to Robert, "this is Astrid, my wife. And, before we go any further, I need to embarrass the wonderful Jenna just a bit." She knew it was coming and she also knew she was blushing. "I need to congratulate you on your choice of a wife," he said, looking at Jenna. Oh god, she thought. What else is he going to say? But Lars was merciful. "Don't feel like you have to compliment Astrid as well. I know her." He leaned over and kissed her. "She is the best." It was Robert's turn. "I have to contradict you there just a bit." He kissed Jenna. "I know that I have the very best." They quickly rounded up two more wine glasses and sat down at a table to talk about lots of things, but not about tonight. Jenna would discuss those things with Robert later. And Robert, despite just finishing some wonderful time with a beautiful blond, was actually anxious to get to their room for some of that wonderful Jenna sex.

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Chapter 16: Stars and Stripes A short time later, I was in the living room of the Spencer’s cabin, gathering my things and cramming them haphazardly into my suitcase. I didn’t want to leave anything behind, and yet I knew I surely would. My hands were trembling. I was still reeling from Catherine’s abrupt departure. Kim walked into the room. Needing to focus on packing for the drive to Stonefield, I tried to ignore her. She stood watching me. It was awkward. At long last, she spoke, “Jessa, in my mind’s eye, I’m picturing exactly what you should wear tomorrow … for the Fourth of July Parade and the Awards Ceremony.” I stopped what I was doing. Taking a deep breath, I looked up, both hands still on my suitcase. Remembering my resolve to achieve a more comfortable working relationship with her, I fought to keep my emotions in check. “Okay, I’m listening.” She smiled in appreciation. “Everyone has seen multiple images of you naked.” I stood up but shifted my eyes down to the floor as I waited for her to continue. I didn’t think she was going to propose that I ride in the parade naked. “The only non-nude images of you that the multitudes have seen are those from when you were wearing Nick’s blue officer’s shirt. You know, right after the arrest.” “You want me to wear Nick’s shirt?” “You’ll be easy to recognize. Unless you’d rather go nude.” I shook my head. I knew it wasn’t a serious suggestion. “Okay, I’ll wear the shirt. That is, if Nick doesn’t mind.” “He’s bringing it. I already asked him.” “So what else do you think I should wear?” I knew that she probably had it all worked out. “Here’s what I’m thinking. Wear the Stars and Stripes bikini. Over that, wear exactly what you had on when you stripped everything off to lead Nick and Officer Bixler into the house. Everyone has seen that outfit as well … the video of you undressing behind the police car during the shootout.” Suddenly I was getting suspicious. Trying to stay calm, I turned, shifting my gaze toward the window. “The blue uniform shirt. I get that. But why does it matter what I have on under it? In the images you mentioned, it’s all I am wearing. Just Nick’s shirt and his belt cinching it up around my waist.” “I know,” she said, her voice soft and conciliatory. “Okay, I’ll level with you. Here’s what I have in mind … I mean, have arranged. At the conclusion of the awards ceremony, the governor will invite me up to the podium. He’ll introduce me. He’s going to do us the honor of a short little plug for Heroes Everlasting. Once he’s off the stage, it will be time to raise a little money … that’s what we do, you and I.” “Ask for donations?” “Well, yes … but not exactly. I’ll conduct an auction. Actually, for it to be legal, we’ve engaged an auction firm. So next to me will be a licensed auctioneer. He’ll be the one actually conducting the auction.” “An auction? Of what?” I asked, turning my head and looking back at her over my shoulder. “First, we’ll sell the candy necklace. Mr. Winters of Winters Candy Company will be there. As the bidding climbs into the thousands, he’s going to jump the bid to one hundred thousand.” It was a big number, but it didn’t surprise me. Kim had already told me that he wanted to pay that much for it – for the publicity – a conspicuous donation to promote his company’s candy necklaces. She continued, “He’s even said that he might be willing to go higher … if he has to. But he wouldn’t tell me his limit. Probably concerned that I’d arrange for a shill to run him up.” “Would you?” “The ends justify the means, Jessa. Putting kids through college … that’s the name of the game.” “Let me guess. My clothes.” “Bingo!” Kim looked impressed that I’d figured it out. “I’m thinking Nick’s shirt will bring the most, several hundred thousand at least. Surely you’ve seen what stuff goes for on ebay … the Dorito with the image of Jesus, for example.” “Wasn’t it a grilled cheese sandwich?” “Not sure … probably. But there was a Cheeto shaped like a gorilla. Definitely remember hearing about that.” “So that’s why I’m wearing the bikini? You’re planning to sell everything else?” I asked, nervously picking up a shirt from the floor and shoving it into my suitcase. “As long as you’re alright with it. We should clear half a mil … easy. Actually, I think we’ve got an outside shot at a million.” “A million dollars? I don’t think so. Not from the citizenry of Stonefield.” “You’re right about that. But people will be able to bid from anywhere in the world. The auction company is handling the details. They’ve been promoting the event to their clientele. There are already over a hundred people registered to bid online. And phone bidding … that’ll be available, too.” “I’m not sure I like this. Am I supposed to strip on stage? Take off each item as it sells?” Kim reached for my arm, but I drew back. I’d already been an emotional wreck before she’d started talking. “Exactly! That’s the only way it works. How can we sell your blouse and shorts if Nick’s shirt is hiding them from view?” “And so I leave the stage in nothing more than the bikini?” “Actually, we need to talk to you about that.” I bit my lip, looking down at the floor. “Why am I not surprised?” I said, trying my best not to snap at her. “Here’s what I’m thinking. We let everyone know that you are planning to keep the bikini. After all, it wasn’t present during the arrest in Hammonton. But we tell them that you might be willing to let it go … if the price is right. So then we take bids.” I inhaled sharply. “Are you serious? Auction off my bikini?” I paused to consider how ridiculous the idea was, but I was curious. “One half at a time or all together?” “I haven’t decided. What do you think would be best?” I was on the verge of losing my cool. “You’re crazy. I’m not getting naked on that stage … any stage.” “And you don’t have to. But what if it’s a hundred thousand dollars … enough for an entire four-year degree for some kid who lost their mom or dad at an early age?” I frowned at her, wrinkling my brow. “Kim, I’m not going to strip for money. I’m just not. If that’s what you and Brenda are imagining, then I might as well tender my resignation. Today. Right now, actually.” Kim stuck out her lower lip making a pout face, but after a few seconds, her expression brightened. “But if you take off the bikini, then you and Catherine can be together, sharing the limelight on stage.” “But … she’s gone, remember?” “She’ll be back. I’m sure of it. She’ll be next to you the whole time, and when you take off the bikini … you’ll see her. You’ll be together. Truly together.” I did think that could be a electric moment, Catherine and I suddenly back together – reunited – both of us naked on that stage, only I wasn’t going to do it. Kim’s words mostly served to remind me of Catherine’s abrupt, angry departure. “Forget it. Not stripping for money … period.” Kim looked unfazed. “Okay then, we’ll just auction off the items that you were wearing on that momentous day. I won’t even call for bids on the bikini if there isn’t a number that would cause you to change your mind.” I frowned at her, shaking my head. “Not even one-hundred-thousand? Don’t forget, at two percent that’s two thousand in your pocket.” “Kim, listen. Stripping for money … no matter who gets the money. Not going there. I intend to reclaim my dignity. Somehow.” I lifted my gaze and our eyes met. “Well, you can always change your mind,” she said, spinning on a heel and walking out of the room. Toward five o’clock, Brent still wasn’t home and we were ready to go, so Kim contacted him, arranging to swing by the print shop and pick him up. The four of us, Kim, Brent, Dirk and I, rolled into Stonefield about six-thirty. We rendezvoused with Nick at the Stonefield Inn. We didn’t have the same suite as before, but rather its twin at the other end of the hall. It was perfect as there were three bedrooms off of the communal area, one for each couple: Kim and Brent, Cathers and Dirk, as well as Nick and me. I had been giving thought to ditching everyone and spending the night with Nick – just the two of us at his house a few blocks away, but I didn’t know how that would go over. Also, by staying where Dirk was, I’d find out right away if Catherine returned. I was optimistically telling myself that she would – before bedtime, if not sooner. Our spat, what she’d gotten her nose bent out of shape over, it was all seeming so trivial. Kim ordered a selection of pizzas to be delivered, and Brent and Dirk headed out for alcohol. Dirk was excited about the prospect of beer. He’d gone on and on about how they administered drugs to people in the mental institution but wouldn’t let them drink. He wasn’t acting all that concerned about Catherine. I certainly was. I was feeling exceedingly bad about how my words had somehow led to a falling out. While we were waiting for dinner to arrive, I gave my mother a call. She sounded surprised but delighted to hear from me. I brought her quickly up to speed. A lot had happened since we’d last talked. Among other things, I’d accepted a job and was going to be the recipient of an award, from the Governor of Vermont, no less. She told me that they had plans to be at the parade as well as the awards ceremony. That comment, as well as the fact that she seemed to be acting surprised rather than truly surprised, had me thinking that someone had tipped her off. Nick instantly topped my list of suspects. I also learned they were bringing grandma. I was happy to hear that. I started trying to imagine how I might be able to again let Catherine and her sister have a little one on one time – if Catherine was back. That would be difficult as it required my nudity, something that seemed impossible given that we’d be in town. But then I remembered Dirk. That would mean relinquishing my role as facilitator, which wasn’t a cheery thought. I’d enjoyed helping them reconnect, but it did seem like the practical solution. The forecast for the Fourth was for clear skies, but it started raining during dinner, forcing us to enjoy our meal indoors. I was on my second piece of pepperoni when Nick announced that he had a present or two. “First off,” he said, “…as Dirk embarks on his new life, he’s going to need a cell phone. So I got him one … nothing fancy. He’s never owned one, he tells me.” With that, he reached down and pulled a small box from a bag sitting next to him on the floor, handing it to Dirk. There were numerous comments, all of them complimentary. Looking directly at Dirk, Nick continued, “The reason it first occurred to me to get you a phone, Dirk, is that I saw you talking to Catherine while a camera crew was interviewing the Governor … outside the mental hospital. Those of us in the know are used to that. We see Jessa do it all the time, but you’re going to have to be careful if you don’t want people again questioning your mental health. So here’s the second part of your gift, earbuds.” He again reached into the bag. “I got you the corded version … for visibility. They’re the perfect cover. With these in your ears and the phone in your hand, you’ll look like you’re on a call.” “You’re awesome,” I whispered, leaning so close that my lips brushed against Nick’s ear. Nick handed me a small unwrapped box. “And earbuds for you as well, Jessa. You talk to Catherine all the time. As it stands, your sanity is already being discussed. None of us want to see you get committed. I doubt you want to return to the mental hospital, certainly not as a resident.” I wrinkled my brow in disgust, but accepted the gift. “But I don’t do it in front of other people … do I? I mean, people who don’t already know about my invisible bestie.” “Well, maybe a time or two.” “It won’t happen again.” Nick smiled and nodded. “Tomorrow there’ll be people, big crowds. Just to be safe, use the earbuds. Hopefully, like the candy necklace, they won’t count as clothes.” “No worries. I’m not getting naked tomorrow … certainly not in public.” “Never say never,” he said with a straight face, but a hint of a twinkle in his eye. Everyone laughed. “She’ll be naked. Can’t help herself,” Kim interjected, a playful smile on her face. “Not happening,” I said confidently, crossing my fingers under the table top. I knew I would not be undressing, but even so, a shiver rippled along my spine. I certainly was hoping I knew what I was talking about. Unfortunately, Catherine didn’t make an appearance. That evening in bed, I again thanked Nick for getting Dirk the phone. “There’ll be a monthly bill,” I mused. “For the time being, it’s in my name. It’ll all work out. The important thing is helping Dirk land on his own two feet.” “Thank you,” I repeated, snuggling against him, my cheek resting on his muscular chest. A moment later, I was again stressing about the morrow. Even though I wasn’t sure I could go through with it, I was glad that Kim had shared her plans to auction off my clothes. Maybe down to the bikini. I certainly wasn’t about to get naked on stage. Even if nudity was allowed in Vermont, it didn’t need to be me – absolutely not under that set of circumstances. I found myself thinking about what it would be like to strip everything off in full daylight – in front of a crowd that would include my family – my father and my brother among them. Ugh. Yes, I’d have to keep the bikini on – probably the shorts too. After all, the stars and stripes bikini bottoms consisted of just a tiny wisp of fabric. An eye patch covered about as much skin. But picturing what that would be like wasn’t going to allow me to get some sleep. As a matter of fact, my heart was racing. I had to do something. I bent down and kissed the tip of Nick’s mostly flaccid unit, holding it softly in my hand. Sucking on something would likely get my mind away from my worries. A moment later, he had me by the shoulders, attempting to pull me back up. To discourage him, I gripped his balls, giving them a tight squeeze as I took some of his length into my mouth. Nick yelped, but then pulled me forcefully back up. “Please, Nick,” I begged, once we were again face to face in the dimly lit room. “Jessa, I’ve got other plans. For once, relax and allow me.” “Allow you to what?” I asked. Relinquishing control, especially in bed, was not something I did. “Just relax,” he repeated. I fell back onto my pillow as Nick climbed out of bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he pulled his boxer briefs back up from where I’d just pushed them down. Unlike Nick, I’d gone to bed naked – in hopes of seeing Catherine. A minute later, the room was bathed in soft candlelight. Nick had scattered a few tealights around the perimeter. Additionally, there was classical music playing. I couldn’t see where it was coming from, but it was a mellow, soothing selection. Nick approached the bed, a small bottle in his hand. “What is that?” I asked playfully, a smile on my lips. “Massage oil,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Here, do you like it?” He squirted a small amount onto his fingers and passed them under my nose. “Mmm, floral.” “Jasmine, this one … but if it’s not your favorite, I’ve got others. Might you prefer clover, or possibly honeysuckle?” “The Jasmine,” I breathed in a barely audible voice. “Okay, then roll over. Your turn for a little pampering.” I answered with a smile – a happy smile. Nick was managing a reset much better than another go at oral sex might have been. This seemed to be a new side of Nick – a delightful discovery indeed. I felt the stress draining from my body as I allowed him the opportunity to work his magic. The oil was wonderful and his powerful hands were divine. I drifted among the stars on a silver cloud. My worries weren’t gone, and Catherine hadn’t returned, but those concerns were no longer forefront in my mind. Suddenly my life was again manageable – thanks to Nick and his warm hands. It was a wonderful backrub, extending from my toes to my fingertips – tender and romantic without being distractingly erotic. Twice I offered to reciprocate. “Another night, maybe,” had been Nick’s amorous reply. Somehow I drifted off to sleep. I must have been that exhausted. Hours later, a shrill scream, one full of anguish split the air. I lurched into a sitting position. I was sweating and felt as if I’d been punched in the chest, but all was quiet. The longest time passed before I was able to again breathe. It had been so loud, as if the person screaming had been in the room with us. I reached for Nick. His eyes were open. “Did you hear that? The scream?” He nodded. So it hadn’t been my imagination! “Had to have been Catherine,” I said. “She must be in trouble.” I started to get up, but Nick’s arms tightened around me. “Just relax. Everything will be alright.” “But Catherine. I’ve got to find her!” My eyes were darting around the room. “Jessa, the scream,” he said in a calming voice, “…it was you. A nightmare, I expect.” “It wasn’t me. It was Catherine! Something’s wrong.” He nodded sympathetically. “It was the scream that woke me up, but it was you. I can’t hear Catherine. I’ve never heard her, remember?” I looked at him. Why was he saying that? It made no sense. It had been Catherine! I was sure of it. I got out of bed. She was in trouble. I had to find her. After checking the closet, I wandered the suite looking for her. I went into every room, even peeking in on Brent and Kim. Dirk was asleep, loudly sawing logs. I searched the bathrooms. I was frantic, but she was nowhere to be found. I then checked the brightly-lit hotel hallway, calling her name several times. I made sure to keep a grip on the door. I didn’t want to get locked out, not at that hour, certainly not naked. A minute later, I was again on the balcony. Sunrise was a long way off, but the stars to the east were not as numerous nor as bright as those to the west. Leaning on the railing, I scanned the town below. In the back of my mind, I was conscious of just how exposed I was, and yet it was dark and that was the least of my worries. I had to be nude – in order to be able to find Catherine. I thought of heading out in search of her, but the town was quiet. There was no movement anywhere, and I had no idea where I’d go. But then I started wondering – might Nick have been right? I’d always been terrible when it came to remembering my dreams. Had Catherine screamed, but within a dream? Had she caused me to scream? Had we both been screaming? All unsettling thoughts. I was convinced she was in trouble. But she was a ghost; nothing could harm her. I sat down, my bare butt on the rough deck, my mind going a mile a minute trying to unravel what had happened. Only there were no answers. Even if Catherine’s scream had been in the context of a dream, that was no less a real scream than if it had happened while I was awake. Knowing that I needed my rest, I made my way reluctantly back to bed. All was quiet leading me to believe that Nick was again asleep, but he turned toward me as my head hit the pillow. A moment later, he had an arm around me. I angled my head, breathing in his masculine scent, trying to empty my head so that I might fall back asleep. When I next awoke, light was streaming in through the window. I got up and closed the blinds. After peeing and again searching for Catherine, I returned to bed. However, getting back to sleep seemed impossible. I lay there contemplating the curly-haired, self-assured cop next to me. Imagine – me dating a cop – and yet it had happened. But he was definitely attractive – tall, dark, and handsome. He was not at all like the men (or women for that matter) that I’d been with in the past. He was a simple soul from the sticks. And yet Nick was a good man. I started thinking back over all we’d been through together. He’d tricked me a time or two, but he’d never intended me any harm. He was always there for me when it mattered. I contemplated his gifts of the prior evening as well as the luxurious backrub he’d treated me to. That had certainly been premeditated – it wasn’t by chance that he’d had candles and massage oil in among his things. Suddenly it hit me – I loved the man. And not because of anything he’d done. Because of who he was. There was no way to know if my love for him was as deep as what Catherine and Dirk shared for one another, but did it matter? Love was love – wasn’t it? And as I lay there next to him, watching him sleep, I realized that I wanted to be with him – probably always. I smiled, imagining the two of us together as old people, in rockers, no less. Growing old with Nick – I could do that! The awkward moment he’d chosen to announce his love flashed through my mind. I smiled. The silly oaf! He’d since stopped talking of love. Had he given up on me or was he simply giving me time – waiting – hoping I’d come around? I smiled, deciding that I’d pick my moment carefully. I’d show him how it was done! I’d tell him, and soon, but not in front of others. I wanted it to be romantic. A sunset stroll on a tropical beach came to mind. That would be memorable. I watched the clock for an hour or more, but eventually got up. Fortunately, I had gotten some sleep – just not a lot. After again wandering the suite and peering out into the hallway, I took a shower. Just in case, I shaved everywhere, front and back. I wasn’t planning on being naked, but I’d ended up naked part of every day for as long as I could remember, so looking my best made sense. Once Dirk was up, I went and talked to him. Had Catherine ever visited him in his dreams? He said she had. I tried fishing for details, but I decided not to mention the scream. He didn’t need to be worrying any more than he probably already was. Sadly, Catherine still had not returned. Would I ever see her again? I decided to not allow myself to think about how sad my life would end up being if that angry moment was destined to be the last time we were together. As Kim wanted me dressed a specific way, I allowed her to oversee the process. That was slightly uncomfortable, but I was realizing that I needed to get over it. It was going to be an uncomfortable morning. There was simply no way around that. I needed to go with the flow to the extent I could. Just as with the backrub, I need to relax and relinquish control. In keeping with that, I let her do my makeup. She put on more than I generally did, but I decided to smile and be okay with it. Makeup was the least of my worries. While Dirk and Brent headed off to stake out a premium spot along the parade route, Nick and Kim conducted me to the staging area. As Stonefield was small, it was within walking distance – the large parking lot behind the high school. To my surprise, Brenda Sowers was there. She was talking to Governor Butch Adams and his wife, Tracy, as we came up. “Good morning, Jessa,” Brenda said, a broad smile on her face. After introductions, she announced that she had something for me. “Okay,” I said, doing my best to lay my suspicions aside. It turned out to be a sash, ‘Heroes Everlasting’ emblazoned upon it in golden block letters. “Yes, it’s an advertisement,” she admitted. “We need to establish a connection … quickly … while the world is watching … between you and our noble mission.” A minute later, my phone rang. “Your earbuds,” Nick interjected, reminding me. As I popped them in, I noticed that it was a number I didn’t recognize. “Hello?” I said, in a reserved, slightly suspicious voice. “Jessa, she’s here!” It was Dirk. My knees went weak as my vision blurred from the tears suddenly stinging the corners of my eyes. I was too emotional to speak, but a few gasps escaped my lips. I felt Nick’s arm around my shoulder. A second later, he was conducting me away from the others. “Are you there?” Dirk asked. “I’m here,” I said, blubbering uncontrollably. “Tell her she’s on my shit list. Wait … better not,” I added quickly. “She wants to see you.” “I want to see her.” Turning to Nick, I asked, “How long do we have?” “There’s time,” he said. “Not a lot, but enough. They always ask everyone to be here way early.” “Where are you? We’ll come to you,” Dirk volunteered. “A big parking lot … the high school … right behind,” I said, spinning around looking for landmarks. I noticed the football field. “I’ll be under the scoreboard. There’s a grassy slope,” I said, noticing that it looked to be sufficiently distant from the many people present. “Do you think you can find it?” There was a pause while he conferred with Catherine. “She knows where it is,” he replied. Nick went and spoke with Kim, and a moment later we were making our way toward the scoreboard. We had to stop for a quick photo and an autograph along the way, but it didn’t matter. It seemed as if we’d probably be there first anyway. “I can hang back,” Nick said, “…if you’d like some alone time with her.” “Don’t you dare,” I said, gripping his hand tightly. “I need you. And if I start to say something stupid, slap me. I can’t have her running off again. Besides, Dirk will be there. Has to be. No time or place to get naked.” “I can check if the bathrooms are unlocked,” he said pointing. “They’re there, just under the bleachers.” “There’s not time.” “Let me check anyway,” he said, pulling free and running off. I wanted to get naked – to see Catherine. I needed to see her – badly. It was going to have to wait. A moment later, he was back. “The bathrooms are locked, but you could go under the bleachers.” I frowned at him. “Contrary to what my mother probably thinks, I didn’t go in for that sort of shit … not even in high school.” Less than a minute later, we saw Dirk hurrying in our direction. He looked to be alone. I smiled, knowing that he wasn’t. As he came up, I extended my arms and hugged him. I could tell he was feeling every bit as emotional as I was. “Catherine, thank God,” I said, trying to choose my words with care. “I missed you. I love you, probably more than you’ll ever know. Even if I fuck up, say something stupid … know that I love you. Will always love you.” I didn’t know where she was, not exactly, but the angle of Dirk’s face gave me a pretty good idea. Looking at him, I could tell that he’d also shed a few tears – tears of joy, no doubt. “Catherine wants me to tell you where she went,” Dirk remarked. “I don’t need to know where she was. I’m just glad she’s back.” “But she wants you to know.” “Okay,” I said, reminding myself to be as agreeable as possible. “She went to the prison.” “Really?” I was surprised. “She says that she decided that maybe you were right. That even though she doesn’t think there is a light, one like you spoke of… That maybe she needed to try and find closure. So she says that was her best idea. To visit her killer.” “And do what?” “Just drop in on him. Maybe just to tie up loose ends, but possibly to confront him … not that she thought she’d be able to.” “I like that idea,” I said, considering a direction that hadn’t occurred to me. “Scare the shit out of him! That would be so awesome. Was she able to?” Angling my face toward where I knew her to be, I repeated my question, “Were you able to?” “Apparently not,” Dirk continued. “When she got there, he had a visitor. Not in his cell, but in a visiting area … so, he was talking to a young man … through thick glass, using handsets.” “She actually went to see that asshole?” My mind was still trying to catch up. “Yes. That’s what she says.” “The visitor. Does she know who it was?” “Catherine says that she thought he was the killer … her killer … at first.” “That makes no sense. A young man … her killer?” The conversation paused while Dirk listened. “What she’s saying is that he looks like the man who killed her. Much more than the actual killer … because of his age, I suppose.” “Is that true?” I asked, looking toward where I knew Catherine to be. “But Cathers, you said you didn’t know what the man looked like. That you never got a good look at him.” I saw Dirk’s head bobbing almost imperceptibly as he listened to her response. “She says that seeing him reminded her … rekindled memories, is the term she used.” “Other memories, too?” I interjected. Dirk returned to what he had been saying. “She says that she must have gotten a good look … that night. But that it was so long ago. Or that she’d blocked it out of her memory … due to how traumatic it all was.” “I get that. But this young guy. He can’t be her killer. She knows that, right?” “She’s thinking he’s his son.” I turned to Nick who had also been listening intently. “The murderer. Does he have a son?” He shook his head. “Not that I’ve heard. No offspring. No spouses or ex-spouses either. At least, not that we know about.” While I contemplated that, Nick continued, “We’re almost out of time.” He was looking back at the parade preparations. “Cathers, what were they talking about?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Again we had to pause for Dirk to listen. “Cooking school,” came his reply. “She says that the young man must be a short-order cook, but that the other guy was telling him to go to school … to become a chef.” “A chef? That’s really what you talk to a serial killer about?” After a pause, Dirk replied, “She missed the start of the conversation. Only heard the older man encouraging the younger one to follow his dreams. To make something of himself.” “And how did he respond? Is he going to become a chef?” I asked. “I guess what he said is that he sees himself a baker. A pastry chef. Imagines he’d like that more.” Nick pointed, reminding me of how little time we had. Given that we’d have to continue the conversation after the parade, I circled back to tell Catherine just how glad I was that she was back – that she meant the world to me. “She says that she wasn’t going to miss the parade … not even for a box of candy necklaces and a truck full of Damon’s Donuts.” I found myself laughing at her joke. That was just like her – injecting humor where it was least expected. Dirk continued. “She says that in her dreams you and she are alive … actually alive. You’re both little girls, the same exact age. And you’re riding matching pink bikes in the kid’s parade … here in Stonefield.” My breath caught in my throat. Such a magical, fairy-tale-like image, full of happiness. But a split second later I was thinking about a different dream – one that ended in a scream – a blood-curdling scream loud enough to peel paint. I looked at Nick. His eyes told me that he knew exactly what I was thinking. He nodded as we reached a silent agreement to keep my nightmare to ourselves. As we were out of time, we mumbled a few hurried goodbyes and headed off in different directions, Nick and I back to the staging area and Dirk and Catherine off to where Brent was holding spots for them along the curb. Getting back to the convertible proved rather difficult. The number of people in the parking lot had increased dramatically. But more problematic than that was how they all recognized me, and then instantly were asking questions, trying to get me to stop and talk – or take pictures. Finally Nick did what he had to; he squeezed my hand and started pulling me forward. That resulted in very limited conversations. Mostly, I just kept apologizing about how we needed to hurry, which was true, but I still felt bad. Eventually we were back at the convertible, a giant red relic from the gas-guzzler era complete with white leather seats. The Governor was busy. He had a ring of people around him. To my eye, they looked like other politicians, mayors, school board members, and such. His wife, Tracy, however – she came right up to us, letting us know that they had figured out how to accommodate my request so that Nick could ride with us. I was delighted. I didn’t know whose spot he had been given, but I didn’t really care. Having someone in the car who wasn’t a stranger helped calm my nerves. Nick would take the passenger seat next to the driver. Tracy then explained that her husband Butch would be on the left, just behind the driver. I would be on the right and she would sit in between. The top was down, and we were to sit up on the back of the car, our feet down resting on the back seat. I was a bit surprised to hear that they’d discussed a seating arrangement, but I didn’t say anything. “Butch thought that you’d most likely be naked,” she explained, just a hint of a smile on her lips. “So he thought it best to have some separation.” “So that makes you our chaperone, I guess,” I quipped. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was regretting them. Tracy chuckled. “Maybe one way to look at it. It’s the optics of the situation that were the issue. He definitely wants to be associated with you – all the energy you bring to the state – the positive way that many are now viewing law enforcement. But you are less than half his age … I expect you see what I’m getting at. In short, a lot of photos will be taken today. He wants me in them.” “I get it. I don’t blame him,” I said, attempting to put her at ease. “If I may be so bold, why aren’t you naked?” she asked, looking into my eyes. I gasped. That was a new one. I was used to people asking the opposite – why I had been naked. Deciding to ignore her question, I asked her to explain what, in her opinion, was expected of me. I knew that I was supposed to smile and wave – elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist, wrist. But I asked her to go into a little detail, and since she’d been in so many parades, to demonstrate what she thought would look most fitting. When she was done, she apologized for her question, obviously recognizing my dodge for what it was. I accepted her apology graciously, but I could tell that she was still hoping for an answer. One that I did not provide. She was a friendly, well-spoken woman – exactly the sort of person that one might expect to find married to a governor. Just as the car exited the parking lot, embarking on the parade route with the five of us aboard, my phone rang. “You should just turn it off,” Tracy advised. Glancing down, I saw that it was Dirk. “Yes, I expect so,” I replied. “However, this might be important.” With my earbuds in, I took the call. “Hey Dirk, what’s up?” “Catherine changed her mind. She decided she wanted to ride in the parade rather than watch it. I know you can’t see her, but I thought you’d appreciate knowing that she’s there with you.” Emotion surging within me, I glanced around, wondering exactly where she might be. “Thanks for letting me know, Dirk,” I said as I ended the call. I leaned forward to whisper in Nick’s ear. “Catherine … she’s here with us.” Unfortunately, I had said it a bit loud. “Catherine? Who’s Catherine?” Tracy asked. Fortunately, Catherine was a common name. I started trying to think up a white lie – maybe something about how Dirk and I had a common friend and how she’d finally made it to Stonefield, just in time for the parade. Remembering what Nick had said about how no one would believe that there was a ghost, I decided to go with something much closer to the truth. “It’s bound to be a glorious day,” I started, “…but behind all of this … my presence as well as yours in the Stonefield parade … the award ceremony … lies a great deal of sadness.” Tracy was looking deep into my eyes, glancing from one to the other, as I spoke. Given my bleary vision, I knew that they were pools of tears – and likely red. I continued, “Dirk called me just now to remind me that Catherine is here … in spirit. She’s with us today. I was born after she died. She was my grandmother’s younger sister. Dirk’s fiancée. Tracy extended her arms around me. It was an open hug. “I understand,” she said compassionately. “I’ve seen a great deal about that in various news articles.” Once we had separated such that we were again looking at one another, I continued, “She was just twenty-five. That’s how old I am now. Coincidentally, we share a birthday. We were both born on the 20th of March.” “Really? March 20th? What an auspicious day. That actually explains a lot.” Again looking into my eyes, she continued, “The Pisces-Aries Cusp.” I paused for a second, puzzling over her comment, but then, without asking, I moved closer to her, such that our hips came into contact. Looking confused and slightly uncomfortable, Tracy shifted away, sliding closer to her husband. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to imagine that Catherine is here with me today … with all of us … riding together with us in the parade.” Indicating the space that had opened up on my right, I continued, “It’s a big car. There seems to be room, so if you two are fine, I’d like this spot next to me to be for her.” Butch had been listening to the conversation. “By all means,” he said. “Catherine … what was her last name? Same as yours … Wilson?” “No, Catherine Marshall. Marshall was also my grandmother’s maiden name.” “Catherine Marshall, if you can hear me,” he announced. “By the powers vested in me by the Great State of Vermont, I dedicate this parade to you. To you and your venerated memory.” I saw that Nick was giving me the thumbs up sign, but I only glanced at him as I turned my attention to where I imagined Catherine might now be seated. “I love you, Cathers,” I mouthed. Tracy handed me a tissue from a box on the seat near her feet. “Okay, show time. Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist, wrist,” she said, looking out at the crowd and smiling. I nodded. A moment later, almost all of the makeup that Kim had so diligently applied to my face was on the tissue. It took me three more tissues, but by then I was beaming. Catherine was next to me! Surely smiling and waving just as I was! Never before had I wanted to rip my clothes off – to be with her – as badly as I did in that moment. Cathers was back! That I knew – beyond a shadow of a doubt – even though I still had not seen or heard her. That would have to wait.

Jenna Goes Camping by Helmhood (Originally published Jun 17, 2009) I decided to go camping with a group of friends. Actually, it was Andrea and Jean who convinced me to go with them. It was the weekend, and I was hoping to stay closer to home. Stressed out from work, I would have liked to relax in comfort, maybe do some shopping and then catch a movie. But the two girls arrived at my place dressed in their denim shorts and hiking boots and told me that we had other plans. Since it was beautiful outside, they wanted to spend some time outdoors. With a little fuss, they finally made it clear that I did not have much of a choice. "Jenna, go get your things packed, or I swear…" Andrea said firmly. Jean giggled, "Or we will drag you out here and pull down your pants!" "Oh, really?" I said, folding my arms across my chest. "Maybe pull off her pants!" Andrea insisted. "Right here, on the front lawn." "We might as well then take everything else off her," Jean said enthusiastically. "All right, all right, I'll go camping with you!" I cried, backing up into my house. Of course, I figured they were only kidding about their threat. Then again, I never could tell for sure. But if they were that serious about making this trip, then I certainly did not want to ruin their fun. So that's how I was talked into accompanying Andrea and Jean. I learned that we would be going to the Lake Davy Crockett Campground. The first thing I did was find a backpack and head for my room where I stuffed it with spare clothing and other odds and ends. We were going camping, so I only needed the bare essentials. When that was done, I lowered my eyes to look down at what I was presently wearing. If we were going to be hiking through trails and walking around a lot, I figured I had better change into something more comfortable. I immediately peeled down my jeans and threw them on the bed. Standing there in my panties, I was reminded of how close I might have come to losing these outside. And it would have been on my front lawn, too, possibly in front of my neighbors! I felt myself getting flustered and fanned my face with a hand. Then I looked around for a better pair of shorts. A while ago I bought a pair of khakis that I thought would be rather nice. Pulling them out of my dresser, I realized I had not worn them very much. They were practically still new. And as I slid them up my legs, found it was a snug fit. The shorts came down to the tops of my thighs, and hugged my rear tightly, leaving little to the imagination. The cuffs were rolled up, which looked kind of cute. Checking myself in the mirror, I thought I looked like I was ready to go on safari. "Hurry up, Jenna!" I heard the girls call after me impatiently. So I grabbed the backpack, glancing in the bedroom mirror one last time. My hair was in a tight ponytail, which flew behind me as I ran out into the hallway. Then I took my house keys and joined Andrea and Jean outside. I clutched the straps of the pack with both hands, as the girls stood on either side of me. "Those are cute shorts," Andrea commented. She then moved behind me and cupped my bottom fully in her hands! She gave my cheeks a good squeeze, causing me to stand up on my toes. "Hey!" I squealed, and then looked down at the ground. In my rush to get out of the house, I had forgotten to put shoes on! I had been wearing sneakers that I kicked off before changing. But I didn't have time to find a proper pair of boots. Of course, it was warm out, so my feet weren't cold. And it wasn't until I was standing on the front lawn that I noticed my mistake. "Um," I started to say bashfully, "I should run back inside and find some better shoes…" Jean however shook her head. "No way, Jenna. We are ready to leave, and you are coming with us as you are! It's a good thing you didn't forget your pants! Besides, we are going camping, so it doesn't matter if you are barefoot. It will be more… natural." With that, she tapped me on the tip of my nose as if I was a child. In fact, because I didn't have any shoes on, Jean was as tall as me since she was wearing thick-soled boots. Andrea, who was already taller than me, was now really in a dominating position. I just hoped she didn't get into a dominating mood. The three of us headed over to Andrea's car parked on the street and I was left to crawl into the back seat. The girls had the rest of their camping equipment back here, but there was enough room for me. I felt a little embarrassed at first, although once we hit the open road, things seemed to be going well. It was a pleasant drive, and again, such a lovely day. With the window rolled down, I enjoyed the rushing wind in my face. I was starting to think this was a great idea. We were having a good time, and before long, we arrived on the campgrounds. Now I was a little reluctant to get out of the car because I wasn't wearing any shoes. But Andrea had to register with the Ranger's office, and no one really noticed me. Soon, we had our packs and gear and set off to find a spot to put up our tent. Along the trail, we passed a couple of guys who looked like they were college aged. I must have blushed when they checked out the length of my bare legs all the way down to my bare toes. Sneaking a glance over my shoulder, I saw that they had turned their heads as well to look at my rear. Of course, Jean and Andrea were dressed in little denim shorts and also looked very sexy. I suppose three young women hiking out in the woods was a pretty appealing sight. Hopefully it would be safe. Well, by the time we reached the clearing, we were all giggling and teasing each other. Andrea rolled out the tent, and I was kneeling on the ground to get a better look at how this thing was assembled. Somehow, between the three of us, we managed to pull the rods and shafts into place and hooked the canvas the right way so that the tent was pitched erect. As I was crawling on my hands and knees through the open flap, I couldn't help wiggling my butt. That got Jean to make another comment about guys pitching a tent, and we all laughed. The truth was, after the work to get the tent set up, I was getting kind of turned on. I don't know why. Once I crawled the rest of the way inside, I flopped over on my back. It would be pretty crowded in here with the other girls, and we would practically be sleeping on top of one another. I closed my eyes and slowly traced a finger around my bellybutton. Then my hand started to wander… I even unbuttoned my khaki shorts. Suddenly, Jean bounced into the tent and shook my leg! That was embarrassing, as I almost got caught with my hand down my pants. "Come on, Jenna," she said. "We're going to take a walk through the trails." Flustered, I scooted back a little and replied, "Oh, um, OK… just give me a second." Jean disappeared through the tent flap, which gave me a chance to button my shorts again. I did not want them to fall down or easily slip off, especially with other campers around. When I made myself decent again, I crawled forward and joined my friends outside. The girls giggled some more as I straightened to a standing position. I asked if I could borrow some shoes for the walk, but they refused me any foot-ware. In a way, this made me feel more childish, both the asking for permission and being denied. Then they led me down one of the trails leading away from our camp spot. I was careful to mark the direction we were going, in case we got lost. It really was a beautiful day, and I couldn't complain about the pleasant hike. Somehow, being far from home and in the middle of nature like this was very enjoyable. I began to wonder why I had been reluctant to go on the trip in the first place. The trees surrounding us were lovely. We passed a natural rock formation and a little cave. Then we came to a babbling brook. It was more like a stream. Andrea suggested that we try to cross it. "Let's see what's on the other side!" she said. "I think there are more camp grounds in that direction." Well, of course, I was selected to test the water. At first, I was afraid that it would be too cold. But to my surprise, I was able to take a few steps into the stream, and it felt nice. There was kind of a clearing here, without much shade, and the rocks under my feet had been warmed by the sun. Now the water rushed over my ankles and calves causing a delightful sensation. A few further steps away from the bank, and I found that the bottom began to slope much steeper. Soon the water would be rising up to my knees, and it looked like I would be wading at least waist deep before I reached the other side. So I turned around, and walked back to the girls. "I don't think we will be able to cross here," I explained. "Unless we were going to swim across…" At that remark, there was a moment of silence between the three of us. Andrea and Jean looked at each other as if they were actually considering. It seemed a hush had fallen over the woods, and I could hear my heart beating faster. Because I knew there was no way we could swim across the river in our clothes. And part of me felt that I did need to cool off a little. "I am curious to find out what is on the other side," Jean finally spoke up. The pretty Asian girl crouched down so she could begin untying the laces of her boots. When these were removed, she took off her socks as well. Andrea and I watched as she then poked a toe into the water and then moved a few feet into the stream. It didn't take long before she came scampering back to us saying, "Oooh… I don't think I can make it! I'm too short. The water will easily come up to my bellybutton." "What do you think she should do?" Andrea suddenly turned and asked me. I held my breath in surprise for a second, and then responded, "Well, I guess she should take off her clothes…" Jean's slanted eyes seemed to open up wide at the suggestion. But then she smiled and giggled. Swinging her head around, her long straight black hair streamed over her shoulder. It seemed like the three of us were alone out here, for now. There was no sign of anyone coming up the trail. Our friend lowered her hands and looked down shyly as she unbuttoned her denim shorts. Jean pulled the material down her legs and stepped out of them. Hooking her thumbs inside her panties, she was able to peel them down her body as well. She stood before us, blushing, with her hands clasped over her pussy. "Um… I think I will be able to keep my shirt on," she said, taking a step backward toward the stream. Even though Jean was the shortest among us, she had large breasts. I found myself thinking what a shame that we would not get to see her boobs come out and play. Now Andrea and I watched as Jean turned around, giving us a full view of her rear bouncing playfully. With a splash, our friend hurried into the water, probably hoping that no one would see her. Indeed, the level rose up to cover her butt. Soon she was submerged from her stomach down. I started wondering what she was feeling between her legs. Jean hiked up the hem of her shirt a little to keep it from getting wet. In this state, she was able to slowly wade across the width of the stream. As soon as she reached the bank on the other side and started climbing out, Andrea shook my arm. "Now it's your turn, Jenna!" "OK," I answered, although I was surprised how I did not even hesitate. I guess watching Jean had given me more courage. Or maybe it was something else. But my fingers now found the familiar button of my khaki shorts and had them quickly undone. I let the shorts fall down my legs, kicking them off my bare feet. Then, like Jean had done, I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my panties and tugged them down my hips. I knew Andrea was seeing me from behind, so I wiggled my bare butt as it came into view. Bottomless, I stood before the stream in the clearing. But I did one more thing. I proceeded to pull my shirt completely off my body. In the next moment, I reached my hands behind my back to unhook my bra, and tossed this to the ground. I was totally nude! It felt so liberating to be out here like this. Lifting my hands up to my breasts, I sensed my nipples growing hard in excitement. I glanced over my shoulder to see Andrea smile approvingly. This made me wonder how she would be joining us. Arching up on my toes, I moved forward to slowly enter the water. When Jean spotted me, she squealed out loud, "Oh my God, Jenna… you took off ALL your clothes!" I could only grin as I felt the stream rise up my legs, past my knees and thighs, all the way to my tummy as I pushed further ahead. In the middle of the clear running water, I was able to dunk down so I was completely submerged up to my shoulders. My tits seemed to float, and the feeling over my erect nipples was incredible! Finding a gentle current, I was able to swim around a bit. I was actually skinny-dipping on the campgrounds! This probably was not allowed, but it felt so good! Drifting on my back, the bright sun beamed down on my body. I let the water rush over me, caressing my skin, tickling my pussy. "Oh!" I gasped "Mmmmm…" I turned over again and swam some more, with my bare butt sticking out of the water. Pushing my arms out front, I kicked my legs and continued to swim downstream. This was so crazy! I mean, it's normally not like me to just go and take off my clothes in a public place. But here I was, skinny-dipping so close to the camp trails. I decided to change direction and paddle closer to the bank near Jean. She was sort of standing there, bouncing up on her toes, as she clasped both hands in front of her crotch. The pretty Asian girl looked around and then nodded at me. It was safe to get out. So I stood up, arms at my sides, and began walking forward. Water dripped from my totally nude body. When I stepped onto the grass on the other side of the stream, I shivered a little. But Jean was there to take my hands. "Did you have fun, Jenna?" she asked. "I did!" I laughed, and then I lifted my fingers to pinch the hem of her T-shirt. "Maybe you should take this item off, and go for a swim yourself!" Jean held my wrists firmly and said, "I bet you would enjoy seeing that…" Then my friend lowered her arm, and touched me on my shaved pussy! I was shocked, sucking in my breath, and letting out a small whimper. She even spread my pink lips apart, so she could tell how wet I was, and not just from the stream. I starting to get close to having an orgasm. "Looks like skinny-dipping is pretty erotic for you!" Jean commented before withdrawing her hand. I was now embarrassed again, and had to lower one hand to hide my pubic mound while hugging me breasts with my other arm. Here I was so naked, yet at least Jean was wearing a shirt to keep her boobs covered. We both turned to watch Andrea, waiting for her to swim across and join us. But first our friend stopped to collect the pile of clothes I had left behind… all my clothes. And then she picked up Jean's shorts and her panties as well. I guess Andrea was going to find a safe place to put them. Jean and I continued to wait expectantly. Andrea walked up to the opposite bank of the stream, facing us. We both seemed to clutch our hands in anxious anticipation. Our pussies were fully on display. In addition, my tits and nipples were sticking out. "Well girls," Andrea called out with the bundle of our clothes in our arms, "See you back at camp!" I looked at Jean, and even her almond shaped eyes were wide in surprise. Our friend must be joking! But all we could do was watch as Andrea headed back down the trail, taking everything I had, and almost everything that belonged to Jean. Again, I looked at her T-shirt with envy. "Maybe we should go after her," Jean suggested nervously. We stood there, and I still couldn't believe Andrea had done this. She now had a good head start, and if she was serious, we would likely have to chase her all the way back to the campgrounds. It was a long hike, and I was totally nude. Jean, on the other hand, was only bottomless. The more I thought about this, the more I felt humiliated, but also excited. Just then, we heard voices, men's voices. We spun around and tried to cover up, me holding one arm across my breasts and keeping my other hand between my legs, while Jean cupped both her hands over her crotch. But the voices weren't coming from this side of the stream. Glancing over my bare shoulder, I could tell there were people coming down the trail. "I guess we won't be following Andrea any time soon," I said as I started to move behind some bushes. Jean crouched down in the grass, and looked over at me. "Unless we take a more scenic path back to our campsite…" "More scenic?" I repeated, while carefully keeping a hand over my shaved pussy. "I really don't want to be seen like this!" Then we were forced to fall silent as the two other campers came into view. It was a young man, probably about our age, and an older gentleman. They walked along the trail, heading the way Andrea had gone, practically following her footsteps. They passed by the stream, completely unaware of the undressed girls on the other side. "That was close!" I said, realizing that I had been holding my breath, although my heart was beating faster. Jean crawled over to me and looked up, "Listen, Jenna… it's obvious that hiking trail is used by a lot of people. We wouldn't make it two minutes before someone saw… every inch of you." "Yeah, well, they would see your bare bottom, too!" I replied, and folded my arms across my naked breasts. Now Jean climbed to her feet, brushing off her knees. She turned around again so that she could better scope out the area and get an idea of where we were. Looking at her round ass from this direction, I secretly slipped a finger inside my pussy. This was making me way too horny! "Come on, nature girl," Jean continued to tease me. "Let's see what happens if we go this way…" The pretty Asian young woman bravely pushed forward. I supposed she felt more confident because she had a top on. All she had to do was find a towel or something to wrap around her waist, and she would be decent. I crept after her a little more shyly, a little more reluctantly, knowing full well that I had nothing on at all. This side of the water had more trees, and therefore the woods were denser. There did not appear to be any visible hiking trail. Lots of places to hide, that was for sure, but where were we going? I was afraid of getting lost, and then how would we ever get back to the campsite? But Jean seemed to think this was part of the larger park, and everything eventually connected. And so we picked our way through the leaves and branches. I am ashamed to say, I had secretly hoped my friend would get her shirt snagged and ripped off, leaving her as naked as me. As it was, anyone could see my nipples were getting harder and harder with each step. Jean however remained very careful, her bare toes touching the earth lightly while she held her arms out in front and walked ahead. A couple of times, the branches swaying behind her tickled my privates, and I gasped. Because I was completely bare down there, I was extra sensitive. Finally we reached the edge of the tree line. The two of us emerged onto a wide winding dirt path. Out from beneath the canopy of leaves, I looked up to check the position of the sun. It was still warm outside, but the light was going down in the west. At least we knew now that this trail would take us to the east side of the campgrounds, by keeping the sun at our backs. And it wasn't long before we came upon a signpost in the middle of the path that in fact gave very clear directions. Jean studied the arrows for a minute, standing up on her tip toes so she could see better. I couldn't believe I was standing stark naked out here… right out in the open. My hands darted to cover my boobs and then sank down over my hairless pubic mound, as I tried to hide my nudity. "Come on, Jean," I whined to my friend. "Which way to we go?" Turning around, she tapped her chin and then pointed toward a branching trail. "The campgrounds are definitely in that direction." With that, the pretty Asian young woman began to move forward, her round bare ass wiggling. How could she act so calm running around like this? I looked around for a few seconds, unsure if this was the right thing to do. Finally, I followed after her, with my whole body jiggling. As we neared the end of the path, we could see the edge of some tents start to form. We walked a little further before I paused. My friend was still creeping forward, bottomless. "Jean!" I called out. "Jean, I can't just walk in there like this!" Her sleek black hair whipped around, as she came jogging back to me. She had her fists curled in little fists, arms swinging at her sides, and I could see her sexy trimmed patch of pubic hair. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "I thought maybe we could look around for something to wear, or at least cover up with." I bit my lip in frustration, and finally had to lift both my hands to squeeze my bare breasts. "What if there are people..." "Fine! You want me to enter the campsite by myself? I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you." Jean said and stamped her foot on the ground. Breathing a sigh of relief, I exclaimed, "Oh thank you, thank you!" In fact, I was so grateful, I had to reach out and give my friend a hug. Our bodies rubbed against each other, and I felt her shirt press against my uncovered tits. Her pubic hair gently brushed and tickled my hairless pussy. Then Jean lowered her arms behind me so she could give my buttocks a good squeeze. "Oh!" I gasped. Jean pulled away from our embrace and giggled. "All this just to keep people from seeing your nice round ass!" I blushed all over, from ears to toes, quickly turning my head as I had a sudden fear that someone might come walking up behind me. In the same motion I slung an arm over my boobs while hiding my crotch with a hand. When my other fingers squeezed my bare shoulder, I was reminded once again of my complete and total nudity. Meanwhile, Jean had spun around and was scampering back sown the trail toward the campsite. I held my breath, listening over my beating heart to hear how she did. Hopefully she would be all right. I certainly did not want her to get into trouble. Thinking of that, I stepped off to the side, so that I was at least not standing in the middle of the path. It seemed like forever that I waited out here like this. I was really embarrassed and getting more excited as each minute passed with me not wearing any clothes. Nervously, I continued to bounce on my toes, turning my head this way and that, trying to see any sign of my friend. Deep down, I knew she wouldn't just leave me stranded. At long last, Jean returned. I watched her emerge back onto the trail, and saw that she was wearing shorts. They were blue, and appeared to hang loose about her hips. It didn't look like they fit well at all. She had to use both her hands to keep the shorts from falling down. It was kind of adorable the way she had her thumbs and fingers hooked into the belt buckle loops. I ran out to meet my friend, without covering up. "Hee hee," I giggled. "It looks like you have to keep your hands to yourself now, Miss Jean!" I paraded around naked in front of my friend, even turning my back to her and wiggling my butt. Then I faced her letting everything hang out. My nipples were so hard and sticking straight up. Normally, Jean would take this opportunity to pinch or grab at me. "Well at least I'm covered up again," Jean reminded me. "Are you going to follow me so we can get some clothes for you?" Even though I was feeling sexy, I looked down and saw my body getting aroused. "Yeah, I guess we better do that." I figured since she had managed to find these shorts, it must be pretty safe at the campsite. While I did not like the idea of borrowing other people's clothes, I thought once we returned to our own tent and got dressed properly, then we could bring these items back. So I stepped on my tiptoes behind Jean, just like when we were walking through the woods. With the curvy young Asian woman in front of me, I did not immediately see the layout of the camp as we left the trail. I was sure she knew where she was going. We must have walked right into the middle of the grounds, with three green tents surrounding us. Then Jean stopped and said out loud, "Here she is, boys!" Immediately, I lifted my head and looked around. The tent flaps opened, and out crawled a number of young teenage boys. They must have been scouts, and there were three in each tent! Jean scurried off to the side leaving me standing alone and in shock. Then I watched as three more boys walked from behind one of the trees. A little older, about sixteen, they must have been camp counselors. Now the twelve campers formed a wide circle around me. I had tried so hard not to get caught running around in the nude this afternoon, but suddenly a dozen boys were getting an eyeful. Both my hands reached up to cover my breasts as I turned in a slow circle. All I could think of was how erect my nipples were right now. Finally, I called out to my friend, "Jean! How could you trick me like this?" The pretty Asian young woman threw her head back and giggled. "Well, it was part of the arrangement we made so I could get these shorts to wear." "You mean you made a deal with these guys?" I asked, remembering to lower a hand so I could cup my shaved pussy. Jean moved closer to me, but she was still behind the line of campers. "First they wanted me to take off my top, and see me completely naked. But I told them I had a friend waiting just outside who was already bare from head to toe. And I mean really bare! Plus, I told them they could have a little fun with you..." "What kind of fun?" I asked with my eyes wide, rubbing my toes bashfully behind one leg. My friend continued to make her rounds through the camp and said, "I guess that depends on how creative these boys are!" I was desperately trying to hide my boobs and crotch. There was no way I could run, because the campers had me completely surrounded. No matter which way I turned, they all saw my ass. So I decided to stay in one spot and in a position that would allow the most modesty. But then one of the scouts looking at me said, "Place your hands over your head." "You have to do what they say," Jean giggled. "That was part of the deal." This was so embarrassing. But slowly I lifted my arms... all the way to the sky, and then locked my fingers on top of my head. My elbows stuck out to either side, and I kept my ankles together. "How about you spread your legs a little," another boy suggested. I didn't want to, but I could already feel myself getting hot. And I just wanted to get this over with. So I moved my feet apart, until my legs were about shoulder width distance. At the same time, I still had my hands on my head. Then I arched up on my bare tip-toes, and that's when the comments started. "Nice tits!" "Look at her butt!" "She is so NAKED!" "And she sure is smooth..." I opened my eyes, and found that the scouts had moved closer. Even though there were twelve of them, the boys seemed to be all around me. I turned my head, glancing over a bare shoulder. Some of the campers were kneeling or crouching on the ground so they could get a better view of me. I couldn't stand not being able to hide my nudity! But I think they knew the longer I stayed like this, the more horny I was growing. One of the scouts looked over at Jean, who was watching all of this with a big grin on her face, and asked, "What should we do with her now?" "Maybe you could practice some rope-tying skills," my friend suggested, still holding up her loose-fitting shorts. "Jean!" I squealed in protest. Immediately I brought my arms down, elbows blocking my naked boobs. I had about enough of this, and was ready to go. But where would I run? As far as I could tell, we were nowhere near our camp site, and I still didn't have any clothes to wear. Thinking of this, I shyly lowered one hand to cover my pussy. But the boys didn't seem to mind my state of confusion as they were suddenly moving about in search of a new activity. Two of the young men found stakes that they drove into the ground. They were more like large wooden poles. I guessed they used these to hang laundry, or for cooking spits, maybe even putting up tents. But once they pounded them into the earth, each stake stood about five feet high. Some of the other boys were sent off to find some coil. One of the scouts came up to me, and told me to walk between the two wooden poles. I looked at Jean, but she only giggled and nodded her head that it would be all right. The boy then told me to make sure I walk slowly. I don't know why I do these things, or how I get into such situations. But clasping my hands in front of my crotch, I very slowly moved forward. With a glance behind me, and I saw that the camper simply wanted to enjoy my curvy rear. Even walking slowly, my juicy ass bounced around teasingly. Once I stood between the two stakes, another scout came up to my side. He told me I was very pretty. And while I was blushing, he gently lifted one arm, and began to tie my wrist to the pole. "Hey!" I said, startled and shocked. Before I realized it, one of the boys approached from behind and took my other arm. He pulled this against the other pole, not hurting me at all, but simply started to tie a cord around my wrist. I struggled a little bit, which only caused my boobs to bounce up and down. Now that my arms were separated and spread wide apart, I was completely on display. I felt so humiliated! "Jean... what's going on?" I tried to look for my friend, to see if she would help me. The Asian young woman walked up to me, still holding up her own loose-fitting shorts. "I'd say it looks like you are being tied up! And it appears these scouts did a good job with the knots..." "But why?" I asked, unable to pull my arms away from the wooden poles. Jean only turned to face the boys and called out, "Who wants to be the first to spank Jenna!" My eyes went wide, and I danced up on my toes. There was nothing I could do, though, but watch as the young men between the ages of thirteen and sixteen as they slowly formed a line behind me. At least now no one was staring at my full frontal nudity. Instead, they would have a complete unobstructed view of my bare backside. I held my breath and waited, until I heard footsteps just over my shoulder. Turning my head slightly, I tried to see what was happening. My fingers clenched and toes curled as I prepared for the impact. The first set of hands grabbed my ass and squeezed... "Oh... ah!" I moaned, having my tender bottom rubbed in public. And then the spanking started. SMACK! SMACK! Two quick slaps on each cheek caused me to jiggle and yelp. Then the boy moved around to the side, in order to let the next scout have his turn. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This one was hard and fast, and I was starting to get an uncomfortable feeling in my tummy. Like I was building toward an orgasm. I could only imagine that my butt was turning nice and pink. My feet separated, so that my legs were about shoulder-width apart. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Oh God, they were continuing to spank me, and now the first two boys were watching. The next camper moved behind me and started to rub my ass again. He even slipped a hand between my legs. "Jean... if they don't stop," I whimpered, "I think I'm going to cum!" My friend only announced to the handful of campers standing in front, and the line of those still waiting to get their hands on me, "You hear that boys? Lets' see if she can hold out until everybody has their turn!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Everybody?" I gasped in disbelief, having lost count of how many had spanked me so far. SMACK! SMACK! My butt bounced, and my boobs shook around. Each of the scouts who had their turn, could now see how erect my nipples were. I started to buck my hips. It wouldn't be long before I had an embarrassing climax in front of this group. I stuck my butt out, waiting for the next set of hands that would send me over the edge. Then I wearily raised my head, just in time to see a group of people entering the clearing. There was a line of adults, and it looked like they were going on a hike, led by a woods guide! My immediate thought was to cover myself... only I couldn't lower my arms, as they were tied to the wooden poles! Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as the dozen boys who had been playing with me suddenly ran! "Hey... come back here!" I called out. "You have to untie me!" I struggled a little, and kicked my feet almost like a little girl throwing a tantrum. Except, I was naked, and only ended up wiggling my hips and jiggling my breasts. Staring straight ahead, I saw now that there were thirty people entering the campgrounds! They looked at me and froze in shock. I lowered me eyes, blushing, realizing that they were seeing ALL of me. Fortunately, Jean was at my side in a flash. Quite literally, as her loose shorts fell down to her feet when she reached up to untie the cords around my wrist. She was now bottomless as her fingers worked the knot. The pretty Asian young woman glanced briefly over at the gathering crowd, who probably did not know what to make of this sight. I certainly didn't want to get taken in by the Park Ranger's office! "They tied these knots pretty good, huh?" Jean commented as she worked furiously with her fingers. I licked my lips and said, "Just hurry..." Finally, my friend was able to loosen the rope enough, so that I could pull my hand free. Now I swung around, bringing my body behind the other pole. I almost felt like a stripper in front of all these people. Had the stake been smooth metal instead of wood, I think I might have started to gyrate my hips and grind my crotch, wrapping my legs around it. Together, Jean and I undid the cords on my other hand, letting them slip to the ground. Free at last, I stepped to the side and shook out my hands. The ropes had not been too tight, but my arms had been stretched out for what seemed the longest time. All the while, receiving a public spanking, which reminded me to look over my shoulder. My bottom was glowing a nice rosy pink. Then I lifted my head, and my eyes grew wide in amazement. Jean, who already had the borrowed shorts down around her ankles, now stepped out of them! She turned her head to regard the crowd of people. Then, facing me, she began to pull her shirt up and over her head. This all was happening so fast, even though I felt like we were moving in slow motion. In the next instant, little Jean had tossed away her top and was standing in front of me fully nude. "Come on, Jenna," she said in explanation. "Follow my lead..." The pretty Asian girl spun around, at the same time swinging an arm over her big boobs and covering up her landing-strip pubic hair with her other hand. She then began to run forward, letting her sleek black hair stream out behind her. I watched her bouncing butt for a moment, and then realized that she wanted me to do the same. "Streaker! Streaker!" Jean yelled out as she pushed herself toward the crowd of people. Following her lead, I cradled my breasts in one arm, while shyly hiding my bald pussy from the strangers watching us. Someone else picked up on the possibility of this being a public nudity stunt and called out "Streakers! Streakers!" Now one by one the others began to whistle and cheer, clapping their hands and pointing. Jean and I ran in a circle around the campground, and I was so embarrassed because my bottom was still red from the spanking. The two of us, completely nude, made our way closer to the path that led back to the hiking trails. We had to slip past plenty of playful hands that decided to get a quick feel of our female bodies. "Oh!" I gasped at being pinched and grabbed. In front of me, Jean squealed as someone slapped her naked ass. The whole thing was like a blur of grinning faces, outstretched arms and tickling fingers, and then finally leaves and branches once we made it safely onto the path. But we had to keep moving straight ahead! This was it, Jean and I jiggled side by side, running through the park without any clothes! It was still daylight out and people passing us on the trail sure got an eyeful. There were families and couples and other friends who were hiking. We just ran by them all. I never thought so many people in so short a time would get to see me NAKED! After a while, we stopped covering up so we could pump our arms as our legs carried us quickly through the park. "Jean, are you sure you know where we are going?" I puffed and asked Jean, with my nipples sticking straight out accusingly. The pretty Asian young woman had to catch her breath before answering, "Yeah... I think our spot was just around the next bend in the trail." If we were that close to our tent and camp area, maybe we should have slowed down and entered more carefully. But instead, the two of us continued to jog ahead. We burst into a clearing that seemed familiar, and found ourselves surrounded by more than half a dozen young men and women, about our age. As Jean and I bashfully tried to cover up our nudity with our hands, there were more cheers and comments. And of all those who were whistling and calling out, the loudest was none other than Andrea. "Oh you two are precious!" Andrea said as she approached us, laughing so hard. "Went skinny dipping and lost all your clothes! You, too, Jean? How funny!" We tried to explain, but our friend only took each of us by the hand. In this way, she paraded us by all the strangers enjoying the view of our bouncing breasts and wiggling butts. At least she took us back to our camp and we were able to slip inside the tent. "Jenna also got spanked," Jean said when the three of us were close together under the canvas. I was so embarrassed! "Oh really?" Andrea only asked amused. "Let me have a look." Although I was humiliated and nearly spent, I moved around so I could lie face down over Andrea's lap. I was stretched out fully nude while she ran a hand down my back and rubbed my bottom. "Bad Jenna!" Jean giggled. In response, Andrea started to paddle my behind with her bare hand. But she did it in a way that was playful and felt so good. I brought my fist to my mouth as I squealed beneath her touch, and slowly started grinding my pussy in her lap. I was very sensitive down there, and it did not take me long to orgasm. At Jean's suggestion, later that night, Andrea made me sleep outside the tent. And I was not given back my clothes. THE END

Juicing Lucy by Art Martin Young Lucy desperately wishes to be noticed by boys. She never heard to be careful what you wish for... Lucy looked into the mirror, poked at the newly festering pimple and frowned. “Ooooooo!” she moaned through her clenched teeth. “Not another one!” Added to the constellation already splashed across her face, only she would recognize the pimple as being new. She was especially concerned that the boys would notice; not the nerdy geeks and freaks in her seventh grade class, but the older, cooler boys at Herbert Hoover Junior High School. “How can I ever attract a hunky guy with my face so broken out?” she lamented. She was no more interested in the boys in her class than they were interested in her. That wasn’t exactly true last year, as she was the only girl in her class with tits and boys certainly made note of that, but making note of blossoming femininity was the only thing they noticed about her. Now in junior high school, she was still one the few girls in her class who had boobs, but most of the older girls now had them too, so even her early blossoming went unnoticed. As to the boys in her class, they were only interested in sports and acting gross. Then there was the disparaging nickname they called her, Lucy Goosey, a play on words meaning diarrhea. Even the other girls in her class ignored her for the most part and as she fussed with her lifeless brown hair, she knew why… she was ugly, or at least she thought of herself as ugly. If she could only get her skin to clear up, if she could only get a little body into her hair, if she could wear a little makeup other than pimple cover-up and maybe if she could get some nice clothes, then maybe the older, dreamy guys she pined for might take notice… but… The acne-plagued face in the mirror suddenly brightened. She might not be able to do anything with her other deficiencies, but she could do something like wearing a little makeup, especially since Mrs. Lewis had given her a small makeup set the night before when she was babysitting. Now she opened the small cloth purse and extracted her new beauty supplies. There was a tube of mascara, some eye liner and eye shadow, a bottle of foundation and three tubes of lipstick. Carefully she started working on her eyes, the results being less than perfect, but not bad for a first attempt. She then selected one of the shades of lipstick and applied it with similar results. Even so the reflected image was better than the one before and so she was pleased. Stepping back from the full length mirror she looked herself over. From the neck down she was a knockout and she knew it. If only she could do something with her hair and skin… She tweaked her thumb-thick dusky red nipples to prominent knobby peaks and turned this way and that. If only the guys could see her like this! But there weren’t any guys around except for the Collier boys and like all the other dreamy guys she knew, they never even acknowledged her existence. She heard some shouting outside and from her second story bedroom she peeked out through the curtains towards the Collier house. The two houses were the only houses on the cul-de-sac that backed up to the woods and there were neither a fence nor hedges between the two houses. Outside the three Collier boys were outside passing a football around. They were barefoot and shirtless as they played. Duke was the oldest of the three and at 16, he was the tallest with a lean chiseled physique. His sandy hair fell across his face in a manner that made girls, including Lucy, swoon. KJ could have passed as Duke’s twin except that he wasn’t as tall as his older brother and kept his blondish hair closely cropped. Both Duke and KJ were high school jocks, so Lucy never saw them at school. Then there was the baby, Jason, who looked nothing like his two older brothers with his crop of dark curly hair. He was by far the shortest of the three with a stocky, heavily muscled body and no neck. He had always been a big kid and never had a real problem holding his own against his two older brothers. He was a year ahead of Lucy in school and everyone called him “Der Munster” because of his size. “That’s so unfair!” she said to herself. “How come boys can run about outside half naked and girls can’t?” For a minute or so she watched the boys, especially Duke, the oldest. All three of the Collier boys were hunky guys, but Duke was the hunkiest of the bunch. He never paid her any attention, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t want the attention. It was all so complicated and frustrating! With the sun streaming through the curtains of her bedroom window, she realized that it was a warm late spring day outside, a perfect day to start working on her tan for the upcoming summer break, with the added bonus that the sun would be good for her complexion. Rummaging about her chest of drawers, she found what she was looking for; a little blue string bikini that she had bought last year, but really never had a chance to wear anywhere. She grinned to herself, ‘Maybe the Colliers will notice me in this!’ She made quick work of donning her skimpy swimsuit and then dashed downstairs. At the landing she heard voices coming from the kitchen. The female voice she knew to be her mother’s, but the male voice… it sounded familiar too, but… Last night when she was dropped off from her babysitting job around twelve thirty, she wasn’t sure if her mother was home or not. The bedroom door was closed, but she didn’t hear any noises, like the bed squeaking or slapping noises or the moans and curses that she usually heard when her mother was entertaining some man. The problem was that the front doorknob wasn’t working properly; to get to where she wanted to sun herself in the backyard, she had to go through the kitchen and she really didn’t want some half dressed stranger ogling her in her bikini. Then she recognized the voice. It was Mr. Collier, the Collier boys’ father and her mother’s landlord. She knew that he had an arrangement with her mother regarding the rent, an arrangement that suited them both. “Collecting the rent in his underwear again,” she said to herself with a knowing grin. Seeing that it was just Mr. Collier in the kitchen and not some random strange guy her mom had picked up in a bar, she decided to cut through the kitchen on her way outside. Sure enough, it was Mr. Collier sitting at the kitchen table while her mother fixed him some breakfast. Not surprisingly he was less-than half dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. “Whoa! Look at you!” he said as she darted through the kitchen and out the backdoor. Even if his sons had always been mean to her and ignored her, Mr. Collier always treated her nice. As soon as the back door shut behind her, she wished that she had walked through a little slower and had given him a little time to check her out. Still, his reaction pleased her, as it was the same reaction she wanted to get from one of his boys. But now outside, she faced another dilemma. The boys were nowhere to be seen. One minute they had all been running about outside half naked and now they were gone. “Darn!” she pouted. Even though that part of her plan had been foiled, it was still a warm sunny day and perfect for working on her tan. ***** Looking towards the backdoor, Ed Collier said to the robe clad woman working at the stove, “Ellen, let me ask you something. Have you put Lucy on the pill yet?” “What kind of question is that? She’s only twelve!” “I’m just saying that she’s ripe to have her cherry plucked.” “Ed! Really! She’s only a child.” “Maybe so, but she doesn’t look like a child anymore. Soon some guy will make it a point to get in her panties and get between her legs. And when he does, don’t you think you ought to protect her from getting knocked up?” “I suppose,” Lucy's mother said as she sat the two plates of toast and eggs onto the table, “but I really can’t afford that expense.” “But you can afford a fatherless grandchild?” “No, I can’t afford that either.” ***** Later that evening, Ed had his boys around the table for supper and he asked them, “What do you boys think about Lucy?” “Lucy?” Duke the oldest replied. “What about Lucy?” “What do you think about her?” “I don’t think about her,” his son replied. “Have you taken a look at her lately?” “No, why should I? She’s a pimpled face kid.” “She may be pimpled faced, but she’s no kid, at least from the neck down. This morning she was wearing this bikini and... Let me tell you boys something, that girl has a killer body.” “She’s kinda of stupid too,” his youngest added. “Stupid? She’s stupid?” the incredulous father replied. “It’s you three boys who are stupid. That girl’s begging for some attention and she’s ripe for plucking. Now, you three knot-heads listen to your old man. That’s a fine piece of pussy next door… pussy for the taking. I don’t care if she’s not the prettiest girl in town, but God has blessed her with one of the finest bodies in town. Like I was telling her mama this morning, some guy is going to get her naked and fuck her. “You know what her whore mama said? She said, ‘I suppose.’ As far as I can tell, her mama is expecting Lucy to get fucked soon. Well, let me tell you, somebody IS gonna fuck her, and soon. Frankly boys, I don’t see why it shouldn’t be one of you.” The boys were all snickering when Ed made the lurid suggestion, but none seemed to pick up on the idea. It’s not like any of them had never been between a girl’s legs before, as several of the town’s teenage lovelies had put out for them on Ed’s very own bed, sometimes putting out for all three at once, and he had the videos to prove it. Ed shook his head at the bone-headed reluctance on display and decided to encourage them further. “Okay, you bird-brains,” he began as he flashed a Fifty Dollar bill with the portrait of U.S. Grant on it, “I’ll give this to the first one of you who fucks that girl.” The boys’ eyebrows all went up in unison. “Of course you can’t just rape her,” the boys' father went on. “Do that and you might go to jail. So, here’s some fatherly advice… Just show her some attention, compliment her and let her know that you like her. You’ll be amazed at how quickly a girl like that will get naked for you and spread her legs.” “I’ll do it!” declared the middle son. “No, me!” said Jason the youngest. “Bullshit! That fifty is mine!” declared Duke in an attempt to trump his younger brothers. “I claimed her first!” countered KJ the middle boy. “We’ll see about that,” his older brother declared just before putting KJ into a head lock at the table. Much to Ed’s amusement a free-for-all ensued as he not only encouraged cooperation between his boys, but spirited good natured competition too. ‘That little cunt’s virginity is as good as gone,’ the proud father mused. ***** Sunday morning Lucy rose needing to pee. As she passed her mother’s bedroom door, she could hear the familiar tapping sound of the headboard knocking up against the wall, as her mother was fucked by who knows who. She stopped to listen and could hear muffled voices as the tapping became a little bit louder. ‘I wonder what it’s like?’ the young teen girl mused. She diddled herself often enough, but she’d never so much as had her own finger in herself past her hymen. She had been tempted to push past it several times, but then she’d heard all the stories of how it hurt when it was torn. Thinking that it might feel like a busted lip, she wasn’t eager for that experience. She heard the man grunting and then the tapping stopped. She had a pretty good idea what that meant too, though she had no direct knowledge other than what she gleaned from listening to her mother putting out to pay the bills. Rushing to the upstairs bathroom, Lucy quickly emptied her bladder and returned to her own room. As she closed the door she heard her mother admonishing the man to “put some pants on. My daughter might see you.” She didn’t hear the man reply, but when Lucy peeked through the door, she saw the naked backside of a large man plodding towards the bathroom while her mother continued to fuss at him. Even from her point of view from his back, she could see his heavy organ and bull ball sack swaying between his legs. ‘Gawd, how does she do that with anything that big?’ the girl wondered. She had asked her mother that question before and the answer, “It just fits,” was not particularly satisfying to her curiosity. Wanting to get a good look at the man’s prodigious dick, she waited until she heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. Quickly she opened her door and stepped out, feigning surprise at the sight of the naked man. Truly surprised with the unexpected encounter, the man came to a stop. He expected the girl to scream, but she didn’t; she just stared at him with her hand to her mouth. Lucy expected the man to quickly duck into her mother’s bedroom, but he didn’t… he just stood there giving her an eyeful. Having not thought through this encounter, she too just stood there, unsure of what to do next. When she glanced up and saw the man grinning at her, she realized that he knew that she had been staring at his cock. Only then did she have presence of mind to step back into her own room and close the door. “Gawd, he saw me looking at him, but not at him, but looking at… Oh, my gawd! He’s so big! Are all men that big?” She didn’t think so, but she really didn’t know either. She had caught glimpses of a few of her mother’s boyfriends, but never a full on view like she just had. She crawled under the covers to reflect upon what she had seen, and to her surprise, she found that she was touching herself, rubbing her little nubbin while thinking of the burly man’s impressive organ. Of course she didn’t stop diddling herself either and quickly brought herself to the best cum in weeks. She heard her mother’s door slam shut followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs. ‘Is he gone?’ she wondered. After the prolonged encounter with the naked man, she wasn’t too eager to see him again, and for all she knew, her mom was downstairs with him fixing breakfast. She decided to stay put in her bed and as she played with her nipples, she day dreamed about some hunky guy feeling her up. ***** It was late in the morning when her mother knocked on the door and stepped into her bedroom. “Lucy, I’m going out for a while. I won’t be home until late this afternoon.” Lucy acknowledged her mother’s announcement, but didn’t ask where she was going, as she knew she wasn’t supposed to ask those kinds of questions. Once her mother was gone, she lazily rose from bed, stretching like a cat. She heard noises outside and looking through her window, she saw the three Collier boys outside, playing with a football just as they had done the morning before. Quickly she jumped into action, dashing into the bathroom to freshen up. Upon returning to her room, she peeked out the window and saw that the boys were still outside. Quickly she applied makeup as best she could, applying a little too much of everything, donned her blue bikini and flew down the staircase and through the kitchen to the backdoor. She paused at the door gathering her composure and then stepped out onto the back porch and out into the yard, carefully ignoring the three boys who were still playing nearby. Her cheap folding chaise lounge was where she had left it the day before. She laid her towel upon it and then lay down. Surreptitiously she spied the boys out of the corner of her eye and watched them for a minute or so. As far as she could tell, her appearance had gone unnoticed. Frustrated, she decided to ignore them too and closed her eyes while she soaked up some rays. A few minutes later, a shadow fell across her eyes. Lucy opened her eyes and looking straight up, she saw the three Collier boys standing close in a semicircle about her head. Her vantage point also afforded her a clear look up the baggy legs of their athletic shorts. Her eyes darted from one boy to the next, taking in the partially obscured male appendages of all three boys. The lighting wasn’t the best, but it was good enough and she felt a twinge of excitement between her legs. A deep male voice broke her trance-like state of mind. “Damn, Lucy, you look fantastic in that bikini. You ought to wear that more often.” It had been Duke, the oldest speaking and she tore her eyes from looking up his pants leg to look up at his face some five plus feet above her head. Tongue tied, she didn’t answer, keenly aware that he might have guessed where her eyes had been. “You wanna mess around with us?” Duke asked. “You know, toss around the football.” She quickly glanced at the two younger brothers. It was obvious that they were looking at her body like Duke was doing even as he spoke to her. As she had wanted, they had noticed her, but now that they had, she felt embarrassed. “Nice tits,” Jason the youngest hissed. “Very nice tits,” his brother KJ added. “Hey, nitwits, knock it off,” Duke admonished his brash younger brothers. “That’s no way to talk to a girl.” Lucy knew that her tits were her best asset and she yearned for a guy to notice them and thus notice her. But now that they had noticed… She quickly sat up and just as she had practiced in the mirror, she threw her shoulders back slightly to emphasize her tits. “Sure, I want to mess around,” she replied flippantly unaware or perhaps uncaring as to how her statement might be taken. Duke thrust out his hand to her and said, “Okay, baby, let’s play.” Never before had any boy called her baby. To hear those words coming from a hunk like Duke Collier thrilled her like never before. She took his strong hand and let him pull her to her feet. Once upright she noticed that Duke and his brothers had their eyes glued to her tits and that was okay by her. “Here’s the rules,” Duke began. “We throw the ball and whoever gets it has to try to score before being tackled.” He handed the ball to Lucy and said, “You throw it first.” As soon as she had the ball, the three boys all backed away. She didn’t really understand the rules or how you were supposed to score, but she wasn’t stupid and knew that she was supposed to throw the ball to someone. Naturally she tossed it to Duke and a melee ensued. In no time at all, his two brothers had him on the ground. Duke rose laughing and tossed the ball to Jason. As KJ was very near to Jason, Jason went down in a fraction of a second. Jason in turn tossed the ball to Lucy, who to everyone’s surprise actually caught it. She looked down at the ball in her hands and then heard the whooping cries of the three males. She managed to take but two steps before they descended upon her. In the pile of bodies, Lucy screamed and squealed as hands briefly groped her tits and her ass. Then to her relief and disappointment, the boys moved off of her. With an awkward motion, she tossed the ball to KJ who took off like a jack rabbit, only to be open field tackled by his younger brother who managed to take KJ’s shorts down too. Both Duke and Jason hooted in delight at their brother’s plight and Lucy giggled at the sight of the boy’s bare butt. Lucy was having the time of her life playing with the three boys. The game was rather risqué with the boys pulling down each others’ shorts, giving Lucy a quick look at their dicks and/or butts before the shorts were pulled back up. But that was nothing compared to the liberties they took with her when she was vulnerable. It wasn’t long before Duke’s younger brothers wrestled him to the ground and completely stripped him of his shorts. Lucy delighted in the unobstructed view offered to her, but she was also nervous about unseen voyeurs spying on them. ‘Gawd, we’re right out in the open! Someone will see us!’ she thought. But with no neighbors about, no one could observe the game as it unfolded, even though there was always the off chance that they might be seen if someone drove into the cul-de-sac and caught a glimpse of them between the two houses. Expecting Duke to put his shorts back on, it was somewhat of a shock to the young teen when the boys played on. As the ball was tossed from one to the next, it was hard for Lucy to do anything other than stare at Duke as he darted about the yard in the nude like some Greek athlete of old. It wasn’t long before KJ was stripped. It was only then that Lucy considered that things might soon get out of control and she was right. The football landed right in her chest and reflexively she grabbed it. KJ was almost upon her and she dodged to the left; as she did, she felt the right string tie of her bikini bottoms go slack. She grabbed the loose ends before her bottoms fell away only to feel the string to her top go slack just as she hit the ground with two naked boys on top of her. “My mom’s going to see you!” she squealed as her bottoms were torn away. “Your mama’s not home,” Duke replied with his hand up her top and squeezing a handful of bare tit. “Your dad!” “He’s gone for the day too,” the boy replied confidently. “Let me go! Let me go!” “Okay, okay,” Duke replied, “we’re just having some fun.” “You’re having fun, aren’t you?” interjected KJ as he rose from her holding her bikini bottoms in one hand. It was fun, but Lucy wasn’t going to admit it just now. “Give that back to me!” she cried as she lunged towards the muscular nude boy who easily dodged her. With her top now just hanging by the string about her neck, she chased after KJ as he taunted her. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and what little modestly her loose top provided was now forfeited. With her hands on her bare hips, Lucy glared at the three laughing boys. Suddenly his two older brothers took Jason to the ground. As they held him down, Duke shouted to Lucy, “Strip his shorts, Lucy! Strip his shorts!” Even though Jason had so far done little more than grope her, it was her turn to get even. Gleefully she entered the fray, while Jason protested mightily, if insincerely. With Jason’s shorts now removed and discarded, all four teenagers lay on the ground, naked and laughing. It was the most fun Lucy had ever had in her life and when someone suggested that they go inside before anyone saw them, she willingly followed the naked boys into their house. “Wow, Lucy, you’ve really got some great tits,” Duke declared once they had reassembled in the Colliers’ kitchen. “Fuck! Those are biggest nipple nubs I’ve ever seen!” Lucy was in a turmoil of mixed emotions. Suddenly she was very self-conscious of her nudity with the boys, while at the same time it thrilled her. And it was embarrassing to hear Duke talking about her body like that while the three boys ogled her, but then again she delighted to know that they were interested in her. From Sex-Ed she knew a little about male erections and what that signified and knowing that they were hard just from looking at her pleased her. She was totally enthralled with the three very hard cocks pointing towards her. None of them were anywhere near as big as the horse-hung man she had seen earlier this morning, but they were all so very beautiful to her and not at all menacing. Still, she knew that she should bolt and run home before something drastic happened, yet she wanted to stay, stay and enjoy the attention of the Collier boys. Where it came from she’d never know nor care, but a glass of lemonade was thrust before her with the admonition to “drink up”. After the vigorous game she was very thirsty and eagerly drank it down, unaware of the vodka it contained. Unaccustomed to alcohol in any quantity and already excited beyond anything she had experienced before, she failed to recognize the buzz for what it was and the lowering of whatever inhibitions she may had still harbored. So when Duke’s hands encircled her from behind and his hard cock nestled into her butt, she made no effort to pull away. Indeed she purred as his hands wandered over her naked tits and toyed with her big nipples while his two grinning brothers looked on. It just felt so good! And the longer she allowed him to feel her up, the more the sexual heat rose within her. One hand wandered lower and between her legs. She grabbed the hand as it began stroking her pussy, but it already felt so much better than diddling herself that she let go and allowed his finger to explore her dripping cunt. “You’re really wet,” she heard him whisper into her ear. “You’re hot to trot, aren’t you, baby?” She could hardly catch her breath as the fingers played between her folds. “You’re gonna get fucked,” she heard him say. The fingers never stopped moving, nor did she want them to stop. “Ya wanna fuck, baby?” By this time she was quite incapable of speaking and whether it was consciously or unconsciously, her head nodded. Duke looked up at his brothers, the grin on his face telling the other two all they needed to know. With ease he lifted the budding twelve year old into his arms and carried her into the game room where he deposited her on a large double ottoman with her feet resting on the floor. She looked up questioningly at Duke, standing at her feet with his eyes blazing, his man-sized erection jutting from the golden jungle of his pubis. Her eyes darted left and right as KJ and Jason knelt to either side of her, each taking a well developed breast into their hand and squeezing her nipples. The two boys lowered their lips to her breasts and a little cry of rapture gurgled in her throat as warm wet lips took possession of her nubby nipples. The nipple play was far better than her self-touching had ever been, and the feel of the scouring tongues, caressing lips and rasping teeth at her breasts held her full attention as the neural connections between her tits and her pussy came alive. As good as that was, her attention was momentarily diverted away from her tits when her hands were guided to KJ’s and Jason’s erections. As her hands closed around the two cylinders of teen cock meat, the rigid organs felt so hot in her hands, so soft and yet so hard. No one had to tell her what to do, her hands automatically rode slowly up and down the hot shafts. She was so enthralled with what she was doing with KJ and Jason that she had almost forgot all about Duke. But when her knees were shoved apart, her attention was once again drawn to the oldest boy, as it suddenly dawned upon her what a precarious position she was now in. In all of her bedtime fantasies, she imagined this moment so much differently. In her masturbatory daydreams, she was always with one boy, not three. She struggled to get up, but with her hands occupied with two hard cocks and her upper body pinned down by the two tit-sucking boys, she couldn’t seem to move. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what she knew would be coming, the entrance of a cock into her virgin cunt and the searing pain of her maidenhead being ripped away as she was introduced to fucking. But the expected violation of her virgin honey hole and the accompanying searing pain did not materialize; instead she felt the hot breath upon her vulva and the fantastic sensation of a demanding tongue digging into her folds. Her pussy, already smoldering from the titty sucking and previous fingering in the kitchen, now contacted hard as a mind boggling orgasm swept over her. Her cry of passion echoed through the house before being choked off, as she was swept way in a raging vortex of primal lust. After what seemed to be an eternity, the orgasm passed, leaving her gasping for breath. Suddenly the two cocks in her hand were pulled away and tits were released. She felt her knees being shoved forward and opening her eyes she saw Duke looking down at her, his cock head pressing against her nether lips. She glanced down and saw the seven inch sex spike poised to enter her. Her slippery lips parted and the cock began to slide into her. She felt it filling her opening and as it pushed deeper in her, she felt an odd tightening as her hymen stretched. Then the cock went in deeper. She gasped as her cherry tore away, but rather than the searing, burning pain she had been expecting, it was just pin prick, a pin prick that was quickly forgotten as Duke’s dick drove deeper and deeper into her virgin cunt. Even the stretching of her vaginal walls was only mildly discomforting, but that unpleasantness faded quickly too, leaving in its place one of best feelings she had ever experienced, feelings that only got better and better as the cock began moving in and out of its new sheath. Duke was now perched over her, looking directly into her eyes as he fucked her. Her heels automatically gripped his buttocks and urged him on. She certainly wasn’t his first girl, but being a teenage boy, he fucked her primarily for his own pleasure and showed little finesse that a more experienced male might have shown, not that it mattered a whit to Lucy. As with Duke, what mattered most to Lucy was the physical act itself, of having attracted a hunky guy and having him all to herself. She heard him grunting and felt his cock throbbing inside her and felt the growing wetness inside her. He thrust several more times, then the hardness began to fade, his cock just withering away inside her until it slithered from her freshly deflowered sex. “Well, what do you know,” she heard Duke say with a laugh as he dismounted. “She’s a virgin! Or at least she was a virgin, as in the past tense.” Lucy remained on her back and watched as the two younger brothers slapped their sibling on the back. Then the two boys engaged in a quick round of Paper, Rocks, Scissors. Jason’s paper covered KJ’s rock and “Der Munster” declared that he had won sloppy seconds. “Open her up, KJ!” Duke declared as he grabbed her left ankle. KJ grabbed her right and they spread her open for their husky baby brother. Jason stepped into the slot, grinning down at the helpless girl. Up to this point she had accepted that that the two older boys didn’t pay her any attention, as they went to the high school, but Jason went to the same school as Lucy and he'd never so much as spoken to her at school. That bothered her a lot and she harbored a resentment against him that she never felt for his brothers. He’d never spoken to her or acknowledged that she existed at school and now he was going fuck her. Actually she didn’t have that much time to consider any of that for the big boy shoved his cock inside her and pounded into her with even less finesse than his oldest brother had shown. No matter, her hips slammed upwards to meet his every thrust into her freshly deflowered cunt hole. Jason may have outweighed his two older brothers, but like her developing tits, his cock was still growing and was nowhere near its ultimate size. Jason quickly his reached his goal of busting his nut inside her and pulled away. Quickly he was replaced by KJ, who before sticking his dick in her, paused to view Lucy’s engorged and reddened labia as his brothers’ mixed cum dribbled out of her. He didn’t pause too long before he experienced the hot wet embrace of her smoldering slippery pussy. Not including the preliminaries in the kitchen, in less than fifteen minutes time, she had been deflowered and fucked bareback by the three brothers. For a first time experience, it had been quite the ride for the young girl, but it was far from over. After the three hard fuckings, she had been slowly, stroke by stroke, moved up the ottoman until her head was no longer supported. Duke stepped up to her again and as she looked up between his muscular legs, she saw his ball sack and semi-flaccid cock hanging between his legs. The genitals, still moist from their coupling, came closer and closer to her face until his cock and balls were rubbing into her face. The cockhead was rubbed against her lips and correctly guessing what he wanted, she opened her mouth and the blood tinged cock slipped between her lips. Having never given a guy a blowjob before, Lucy had to rely upon instinct and her instincts were good. At first she thought she might gag on the slimy prick, but she quickly overcame that sudden squeamishness. She sucked and licked and slid the dick between her lips, careful to not to scrape him with her teeth, and as she did, the cock began to engorge and come back to life as it filled with blood. She had thought about this too, as she lay in bed at night diddling herself, but the reality was far different than the fantasy, a fantasy she had tried to live out with a banana and with unsatisfactory results. But this was no banana, it was a live cock and it felt marvelous in her mouth, on her tongue and moving between her lips. The moment the cock left her mouth, she wanted to protest, not realizing it was going back in, as she passively submitted to being manhandled onto her hands and knees on the ottoman. She felt the newly hardened prick poking between her legs from the rear and wanting to feel it inside her again, she lowered her head, arched her back and spread her knees apart. Immediately she was rewarded with her cunt being filled with a hard cock once again. It felt so good to Lucy to be taken like that, to be fucked like a dog, but with the appearance of a massive pair of legs in front of her, she realized once again that she had an audience and that this wasn’t private sex at all. ‘Gawd, what will they think of me later?’ she thought as her buttocks shook with the impact from the deeply thrusting older boy. She didn’t have much time to consider how sluttish she was acting, as her head was lifted by the hair and a cock was thrust into her face. Without even the face, she knew from the sheer size of the boy in front of her that it was Jason’s cum coated cock she was now sucking, even as his brother fucked her from behind. Deep down she knew what she was doing was all wrong, but with a cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth, she was beyond caring. She liked this, liked it a lot, and that was all that really mattered. As she sucked and licked, the prick, now stripped of its slimy coating grew harder and harder in her mouth and the harder it got, the better she liked it. But no sooner had she begun to really enjoy the stiffened dick in her mouth when it was abruptly withheld from her. Like a suckling calf chasing a moving teat, she tried to recapture it, but to no avail. Then the hard cock in her cunt vacated her too, but before she could voice a protest, her head was pulled to the soft cock of KJ. Quickly she gobbled her third cock and reveled in the feel of her cunt being filled with cock once again as Jason took over fucking her. For the next forty minutes the boys rotated around her, fucking her repeatedly and making her suck them (not that she needed to be compelled) until all three boys had come in her cunt for a second time that afternoon. On the one hand she wanted it to continue and never stop; on the other hand, she needed a break too. After a short break to replenish liquids and for the boys to recharge their prostates, the afternoon long sex session renewed with each boy lasting longer after each time they came. KJ was fucking her when the fucking came to an abrupt stop. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t young Lucy from next door,” she heard a man’s voice say. Exhausted and looking up from the floor, she tried to focus on the shape looming above her as KJ rolled off for the final time that day. But she didn’t need her glasses to know who was there. It was Mr. Collier, her mother’s landlord and the father of the three boys she had been having sex with all day. “Have you been having a good time, Lucy girl?” the older man asked. She didn’t answer and he turned his attention to his offspring. “How about it, boys? Has little Lucy been having a good time today?” “Oh, yes, sir,” Duke replied. “She’s been having a real good time.” “Excellent,” the proud father replied to his grinning brood. “So who wins the fifty bucks?” “Ah, well, we’ll just split it, if that’s okay with you, Pops,” his oldest replied. “One for all and all for one, eh? Well, I’m proud of you boys, mighty damned proud.” He knelt by the young teen girl and examined her closely. She was a mess. Her hair was a tangle and her skin glistened with a coating with sweat and semen. She was tattooed with blood blisters from the markings the boys gave to her tits and tummy, her distended pussy lips looked like raw meat oozing puss. He gently pushed a strand of sticky hair from her eyes and smiled down kindly upon her. “How about it, Lucy girl? Did you have a good time or did these boys treat you badly? Be honest with me, now, not that I really give a shit. After all, boys will be boys and whores will be whores.” “I think I need to go home,” she replied meekly. “What’s the hurry? You have time for one more… that is, if you had a good time. So... I’ll ask you again. Did you have a good time? Do you like fucking?” “Yes,” she replied in a whisper. “Which one, darling, the good time or the fucking?” “Both,” came the whispered answer. “Very good,” he replied as he cupped a bruised breast. “Now, I’m a little too old to be fucking on a hard floor like this, so what do you say if we don’t retire to the soft comfort of my bed?” “I’m kinda tired,” she replied. “I bet you are,” he laughed. “I guess that maybe I should have gotten home a little earlier. “Tell you what; I’ll take a rain check on that fuck. So, let’s just get you cleaned up so you can go home. “C’mon, darling, your mama’s going to be home soon and she’ll be looking for you.” Ed led the naked girl back to the master bathroom and his large walk-in shower. He ran the water and when it was hot, he directed her into the spray. As she luxuriated in the hot spray upon her sore body, she reflected on how much fun the day had been, but it was also good that it was over. “Oh!” she yelped with a start as she felt a body brush up against her. It was Mr. Collier and he was naked and in the shower with her. She didn’t know what to do or what to say, so she just let him run his soapy hands all over her body, washing every square inch of her bare skin, taking liberties with her and washing her well used pussy and her asshole until they too were clean. She gasped as a soapy finger slid into her anus. “My boys fuck you in the ass too?” he said into her ear while violating her. “No!” she squeaked. “I’ll have to talk to them about that,” he replied as he pushed his knuckle past her anal ring. “Your mama likes that… being fucked in the ass, that is. I’ll bet you’re going like it too, but I’ll rip your asshole open if I just shove my prick up your shitter. So, Lucy girl, you just brace yourself against the wall and I’m going to enjoy that young pussy of yours.” He kicked her legs apart and shoved her forward to lean against the titled wall. She felt the fat mature cockhead press into her. “I know I told you I wouldn’t fuck you today, but… I changed my mind.” Her labia parted readily and as the older man’s cock began to slide up inside her, stuffing her young cunt, she knew that he was thicker than any of the boys were and when he bottomed out on her cervix, she knew he was longer too. To be taken by the boys’ father and regular customer of her mother’s had never crossed her mind. Sure she liked the way he had looked at her in her mother’s kitchen the day before, but any notion about having sex with him never entered her mind, at least not until he had told her that he was going to fuck her. She had been relieved when he then told her he wasn’t going to fuck her today, but now that he was inside her, rather than being alarmed at the situation, she relished it. “You like my old dick, baby girl?” he hissed into her ear. Lucy nodded that she liked his old cock stuffing her pussy. Pleased with her silent answer he began jabbing up into her, lifting her up onto the balls of her feet with each deep stroke. “When will your next period start?” he asked as he fucked her. She thought it to be a rather strange question for him to ask. After all, what girl would talk to guy about that? He knocked her up against the wall and with his big dick stuffing her teenie twat asked again, “I said, when will your period start? Answer me, you slut!” She tried to visualize her calendar and when she delayed answering, he knocked her up against the wall again and growled, “I shoot blanks, honey, but my boys shoot live ammo, so answer me or by god, I’ll shove this cock up your ass!” “Two weeks,” she blurted. “Two weeks, I think.” “Two weeks? With the amount of sperm pumped into your twat today, you’re gonna be knocked up for sure.” Having cum in the girl’s mother twice that afternoon at the stag party she was working, Ed wasn’t about to cum again anytime soon. Pulling out of the girl he told her, “I’ll have plenty of opportunities with you later on, sweetheart, but we need to act fast if you don’t want to be soon a new mother.” Shutting off the water, he pushed her outside and toweled dried her. Then using the same damp towel, dried himself in a cursory manner. “Where are your clothes?” he asked her expecting them to be downstairs somewhere. “Outside,” she answered. “Outside? The boys got you naked outside? Hell, I’d have loved to have seen that! Well, never mind, you can wear an old t-shirt of mine.” “Where are we going?” “I’ve got to take you home and have a talk with your mama.” “You’re not going to tell Mama, are you?” “Honey, I have to. I know you’re not on the pill and I know my boys didn’t use rubbers with you. You’re gonna be knocked up with a child by the morning if we don’t do something tonight, and quite frankly, I’m not ready for grandkids just yet.” “But Mama’s going to be…” “Don’t you worry, little girl. I already told your mama something like this was going to happen soon and it did. You just let me handle your mama.” Quickly he pulled his pants on, and pulled the undershirt he’d been wearing all day over Lucy’s head, then without so much as a shirt or shoes, he dragged her out the backdoor to the house next door where Lucy lived with her mom. ***** Startled by the sudden appearance of Lucy, dressed in an old t-shirt she knew all too well, the girl’s uncombed hair still dripping wet and that of her half dressed neighbor holding a blue bikini top in his hand, Ellen declared, “What on earth?” “Remember what we discussed yesterday morning?” Ed began. “Lucy, why is your hair wet?” asked the mother. “And what are you doing in Ed’s t-shirt?” Answering for the girl Ed stated, “I had to give her a shower.” “Give her a shower?” the indignant mother shot back. “Never mind that, Ellen. Remember what we talked about Saturday. That Lucy was ripe to have her cherry popped?” “You didn’t?!” “No, no, no… not me, the boys.” “Which of your boys?” “All three of them.” Ed held out Lucy’s bikini top and asked, “See this? I found this in the yard as I was bringing her home. This afternoon when I got home, I found her getting fucked and with no clothes in sight. Apparently while you were entertaining the guys at Sam’s stag party, Lucy was busy entertaining my boys at home.” “Is that true?” the mother asked the daughter. Lucy’s cast her eyes down and that told Ellen all she needed to know. “The boys did her bare back, Ellen, and from what Lucy tells me, she’s two weeks from her period. She’s at her peak of fertility! Now, if we act quickly, maybe you and me won’t be grandparents in a few short months.” “What do you suggest we do?” the distraught mother asked. “I know a guy named Terrell. He’s a pharmacist. I’m sure he can fix this for us. Want me to call him?” “Yes, yes, of course, Ed.” ***** Forty minutes later, Terrell arrived with several packets of birth control pills. He also gave Lucy a morning after pill. “That should fix up you up, young lady,” the black pharmacist said as Lucy swallowed the pregnancy avoiding pill. “Now that that’s taken care of, Ellen,” said Ed, “there’s the little problem of promiscuity. There’s no way that you can stop her from screwing, Ellen and once it gets around school that Lucy pulls a train, every teenager with a dick in this town will be between her legs.” “What do you suggest, Ed?” the suspicious mother asked. “It’s quite simple actually. This girl needs is strong hand to guide her. Lucy is to understand that she’s now Collier property. She is to do as I say and only fuck who I say she can fuck.” “Such as your three boys.” “Of course.” “And you too I suppose,” the mother added dourly. “I’d consider it.” “I bet you would, you bastard!” Ellen snapped. “Now, now, Ellen. I told you this was going to happen soon and it did. I warned you, but you took no steps to protect her.” “We just talked about it yesterday!” “And now it’s today and your girl pulls a choo-choo right out of the box. Tell you what… she can still live with you here, but after school she’s to come to my house, clean up the place and fix us dinner. That’ll keep her off the streets.” “And on her back,” the girl’s mother dryly added. “Well, the girl should have some fun,” countered Eddie with a chuckle. He took Ellen’s hands into his own and with a sincere expression added, “I’m really only concerned for her welfare… and yours. She’s a whore, just like you. You can’t change that. If she’s not controlled, she’ll be out of control and a public whore…. Best that she be a private whore, don’t you think?” The two parents sat silent for a several minutes. Ellen spoke first. “What do I get out of it?” Inwardly Eddie grinned; he had won and had won easily. “Well, with Lucy here keeping me entertained, that leaves you with more time to freelance and make some extra cash. That plus you still get the house rent free.” “You pay the utilities too,” the mother firmly countered. “Agreed.” Eddie rose from the kitchen chair. “Now you’ll have to excuse me, Ellen, but I need my balls drained in the worst way.” The mother watched as her half dressed landlord led her newly deflowered teenaged daughter out the backdoor. “Hurump!” At the sound of a man clearing his throat Ellen turned to see the black pharmacist still standing nearby. She had all but forgotten him during her negotiations with Eddie. “Mr. Ed said I’d get a blowjob for the pills,” the black man said. Ellen smiled weakly and said, “Yes, I figured as much. But for a little extra cash, wouldn’t you enjoy something more than just a blowjob?” “How much extra, bitch?” THE END

Jessa Meets Her Match by BPClavel Jessa Meets Her Match: Ch. 13, All In For Cathers Both Brent and Nick were gone when I got up the next day. After relieving myself, brushing my hair and teeth, and splashing the sleep from my eyes, I made my way out to the kitchen. Catherine was there, a cup of coffee and a donut in front of her on the bar-height counter that separated the kitchen from the dining room. “Look at you!” I exclaimed in delight. “Already on your second cup?” “Third,” she quipped. “Kim is taking care of me. Extremely nice of her, right?” “Right! But the donuts?” “Nick brought them,” Kim said, walking in from her adjoining office. Unlike Catherine and I, she was fully dressed. She poured me a cup, setting it down on the counter so I could take the stool next to Catherine. She then offered me cream and sugar. “I’m good,” I said, also refusing to take a donut when she extended the box toward me. “Alright, just one,” I said, changing my mind. “Unlike someone I know, I need to watch my weight.” I was delighted that Kim had served Catherine while I was still in bed. Everyone else seemed to ignore her. I knew that they couldn’t see her, but neither could Kim. It was a subtle gesture, but the message was clear. Not only was Kim acknowledging Catherine, but she was letting her know that she was welcome in their home. “I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. So many irons in the fire,” she said, wandering back in the direction of her home office. “But let me know if you ladies need anything.” As it was already getting warm, Catherine and I went out onto the back deck, taking our coffee and donuts with us. The morning sun felt truly luxurious on my bare skin. Nudity certainly did have its advantages. A couple of hours later, Kim fixed the three of us a light lunch and brought it out on a tray. “I don’t think we’ll ever succeed at getting Brent to give Nick a blowjob, but I sure loved watching him squirm,” she said as she transferred the plates onto the table. I laughed that she was still thinking about that. “Turnabout’s fair play, right?” “Have you really done that?” she asked. “Actually gotten a guy to do that?” “Not saying,” I replied, not wanting to encourage her. It didn’t seem like a good direction for their relationship. I’d seen the look on Brent’s face. “You two are evil,” Catherine remarked. “Back in the day, that never even occurred to us … trying to get guys to do such things.” “What did Catherine say?” Kim asked, noticing that I’d been listening to her speak. “That we’re evil.” “Yeah, maybe. But it’ll never happen,” Kim said. She looked wistfully sad. After lunch, Catherine and I ended up lounging on air mattresses in a wide part of the stream. It seemed like quite the life. I imagined myself spending day after day there, never once putting on a single article of clothing, and yet I sensed that we were living on borrowed time. I knew to savor every moment with Cathers. It wouldn’t always be summer and she wouldn’t always be there. I tried to keep those thoughts buried deep in the recesses of my mind. Late that afternoon, Kim wanted to talk. Cathers and I were again on the back deck which was by then, fortunately, in the shade. “I’ve made a lot of calls and I’ve got so many ideas,” she started off. “Bottom line. You and I. I want to team up. I know you’re thinking about changing your name, entering a witness protection program … to disappear off the face of the earth.” “Yep,” I replied. “This kind of notoriety. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.” “But it’s such an opportunity.” “Not for me.” “Just hear me out.” “Okay, listening.” We were sipping iced tea that Kim had made. She was quite attentive when it came to keeping us all hydrated. “I spoke to a Mr. Alfred Winters. He happens to be the grandson of Augustus Winters, the man who invented the candy necklace. Well, Alfred now owns and operates Winters Candy Company. They make the necklaces and ship them worldwide. There are companies producing knockoffs, but his company makes and markets the original. “In the last couple of days, they’ve been inundated with orders. They were running just a couple of shifts a week making the necklaces, so they had lots of excess capacity. Not now. Suddenly, they’re cranking them out 24/7 … full overtime … hiring like crazy … busing in temporaries. In short, they are doing everything they can to ramp up production to levels they thought they’d never see. I shrugged. “Good for them. They’ll have to send me a commission check,” I added with a laugh. “Yep, they owe it all to you. Or you and Catherine. But Mr. Winters, he’s worried. He’s sure it will run its course in a matter of weeks.” “It probably will. Actually, I hope it does. I want this all to be forgotten.” “Maybe you do, but I sense an opportunity. I want to put some very deserving kids through college. Sadly, there are thousands of these kids across the country. I so badly want to help them. The children of fallen law enforcement officers. You’ve met a few, little Ollie and his big sister, Madeline.” “And the redhead, Allie,” I said to save her the effort. She nodded. “So, you and I … let’s team up! Let’s put some kids through college. I know you believe in higher education.” “I do,” I said, trying to figure out what she had in mind. “Okay. I still have no idea exactly how this works, but our fundraising efforts have been falling short, drastically short. And it’s gotten worse. The police are currently out of favor … it’s like we’ve become the bad guys. Donations have been trending down … it started years ago. I offered Mr. Winters the candy necklace, the one that you were wearing during the raid. Offered it to him for $50,000 dollars. You know what he said?” “Umm…” “He said he wanted to pay $100,000. He wants to buy it and then donate it to the National Law Enforcement Museum in Washington, D.C.” “He does? Why?” “He wants the headline. He says, all I have to do is to get the museum to agree to put it on display, permanent display. Again, he’s worried this will all blow over. He wants his candy necklace to become indelibly associated with helping the children of fallen police officers.” “Good for him,” I said. I knew there was likely a tax write-off in it for him, but even so, it was admirable, certainly a noble cause. “What he needs to do, in addition to that, is to give your charity a percentage of future revenue.” “He’s willing to do that. We talked about Winters Candy being an ongoing sponsor. He wants to print that on every wrapper … that a portion of the proceeds goes to Heroes Everlasting … for the children of fallen law enforcement officers. And he’s willing to include our website. For donations.” “Perfect. Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out.” “Only, you’re the key to it all, Jessa.” “How so?” “Here’s the first piece of the puzzle,” she said, spinning her laptop around on the table. “Mr. Winters had his marketing department whip this up. It’s a proposal for a page on our website, the Heroes Everlasting website.” I leaned forward to study what was on her screen. There was an image of me. Fortunately, it wasn’t a nude photo. It was one of those in which I was wearing Nick’s blue police officer’s shirt. It was tastefully done; my bare legs were cropped out of the shot. My collar was wide open, the candy necklace glowing brightly on my neck. Kim walked me through the options visible on the page. She said the prices hadn’t been finalized, but that for $15 someone could order a single necklace. “That’s a lot,” I told her. The pack I’d bought worked out to little more than fifty-cents each. “It is,” she agreed, “…but it’s a donation. It comes with a certificate of authenticity.” Kim went on to describe the ‘certificate.’ It would include an image of me, likely the one shown on the mocked-up webpage. There would be a quote – something that they wanted me to say. As well as a little blurb thanking the purchaser for helping the children of fallen officers. She showed me other options. For a $75 donation, the person would receive a deluxe certificate plus a box of 40 necklaces. And then – at the top – the person could order the special edition, a framed and numbered version. That option was tentatively listed at $250. Inside the frame, would be a single special-edition candy necklace as well as a hand-signed certificate. “So similar to the deluxe certificate,” she said, “…only with an actual signature, your signature, in place of what will be printed on the mass-produced versions.” “Hold on a second, Kim. You do recall that I was naked. Why would a reputable charity want to be associated with that … with what I did?” “Pardon me, Jessa, but you’re a national hero! Famous for capturing a serial killer that preyed upon young women. If that doesn’t dovetail nicely with helping young people go to college, then I don’t know what does. You happened to be naked at the time … certainly unusual. But in a way, that’s what makes it perfect. Focus on all the free publicity for a moment! That’s the opportunity I’m talking about. We piggyback our message onto what is already being broadcast. And from there, farther down the road, the Winters Candy Company helps drive people to our site.” “But the nudity?” I reminded her. She shrugged. “You’re already selling candy necklaces … tons of them. If we can translate that into donations, I’m good with it. Unconventional, maybe, but money is money … especially if it is for a good cause.” I wrinkled up my nose, trying to decide if what she was saying made sense. Kim continued by reverting to speaking about the certificates for the $250 option. “So, actually signed by me?” I asked. “That’s what we’re thinking. And why not? It currently costs about $25,000 for a year of college … varies widely, but on average. So every hundred of these that are sold, equals a year of college. Could you sign your name a hundred times if it meant that a deserving kid could study at the college of his or her choosing for a year?” “I’ll get writer’s cramp,” I said, half-jokingly. “God, I hope you do!” “Nice of you,” I quipped. “The original necklace … if Mr. Winters pays $100,000 for it. That’s four years of college. In other words, a college education for one deserving young person. Do you know how hard we have to work … normally … to raise just $1000?” “So, if I say ‘yes’ what do we do?” “Well, I already have a draft of an agreement for you to read and hopefully sign. We can make changes, but time is of the essence. Mr. Winters is likely right. This will probably run its course quickly if we don’t get after it. I already have my former Captain calling the Law Enforcement Museum. Their buy-in is important. And Brent, bless his heart, has agreed to print the certificates … no charge. But his company name will appear in small print along the bottom edge. He wants to be associated with this as well. And the Winters Candy Company, they’ll process the orders and handle fulfillment.” “So that’s it? I just sign the certificates, but only the super deluxe ones?” “First, read the agreement. Basically, you are lending your name, your celebrity status, to a good cause. That’s what it comes down to. And yes, you’ll have to sign the certificates, but I expect that can be compensated. It might end up being a little time consuming. Fingers crossed.” Kim was very businesslike. But I could also tell how excited she was. The mission of her charity, Heroes Everlasting, was one that she was wholeheartedly committed to. “I don’t know, Kim. I want to, but I also want my life back. It’s my sense that my life can’t be as it was. But somehow, there’s a normal existence for me out there … somewhere.” “Weren’t you just yesterday telling me how good it felt to play a pivotal role in something entirely selfless … something for the public good?” “I suppose I did.” “You told me that you are sure there are young women out there … they’ll never know it … but they are there. That they’ll be able to live full lives … husbands, careers, children. All because of what you and Cathers miraculously managed to pull off in Hammonton.” “Don’t get me wrong. I’m thinking about it.” “And to what you said, I’ll add this … you risked your life.” “I guess I did,” I said in a meek voice. It wasn’t something I had given a lot of thought to in the moment. With Catherine directing things, I’d felt invincible. She continued, “You most certainly might have been killed. Well, that’s what law enforcement officers face every day. And sadly, some of them are killed … every year. They give their last full measure of devotion … leaving their offspring behind. And, unfortunately, the police have gotten a bad rap. I’m not exactly sure why … so many good men and women. But, as you know, George Floyd back in 2020. There have been other instances as well. The police clearly aren’t saints, bad apples in with the good, and on top of that, accidents happen. But these children! They don’t deserve to pay a price. You and me, Jessa. Let’s do this! Let’s put some kids through college!” I looked over at Cathers. She had tears in her eyes. That wasn’t something I recalled having seen before. I wiped my own eyes, nodding. “I’m not sure we’ll sell many candy necklaces,” I said. “But count me in.” “Jessa,” said Catherine, her brimming-with-tears eyes looking deep into mine. “Yes?” I asked when she didn’t continue. “I want to go see Dirk.” I nodded. Is that what she’d been thinking about – Dirk? “You can. You should. But I can’t. You know that.” “You can’t what?” Kim asked. “It’s Cathers. She wants to go see Dirk, her fiancé. He’s confined in a mental institution. In Montpelier.” “Can’t she just float over there and visit him?” “Well, she did before. The time I was first here … when she was missing. That’s where she was.” “But I want to go together. You and me … we should both go.” Catherine said, looking deep into my eyes. “Oh, Cathers. I’d like to. But I can’t. I’m not going within ten miles of that place. They’ll lock me up. You were there. So embarrassing. My goal in life … never see the inside of a straitjacket.” “Why would they lock you up? What was so embarrassing?” Kim asked. It wasn’t fun, but I took a minute to tell her the story. How I’d been caught naked in Dirk’s room. The things I’d been accused of and the names I’d been called. “What if I can get you in? What if I can guarantee your safety?” Kim asked. I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Cathers. I love you. But that’s asking too much.” I blinked. Suddenly, I was wishing I could take my words back. Had I really just said that? To Cathers? She looked away. “Maybe Nick will take me,” she said, disappointment in her voice. “I don’t want to go alone. I always have to go alone.” “What did she say?” Kim asked. “That she doesn’t want to go alone.” Looking back at me, Catherine continued, concern in her eyes, “I want to tell Dirk. We should tell him together. Maybe he already knows, but I want him to hear it from me … from us … about what we did. That my killer’s in jail. Because of us.” Suddenly, I couldn’t believe how selfish I was being. More than forty-eight hours had elapsed, and all I’d thought of was myself – how much my life had changed. Not a single thought about Dirk and his situation. Catherine continued, “I expect they’ll let him out … eventually. But why not now? Today? They’ve got their guy. He’s behind bars. Dirk’s always been innocent, only now they know it. Help me, Jessa. Help me get him out. He doesn’t belong there. My life’s over, but Dirk’s isn’t. Won’t you help me? Please.” Tears were streaming down my cheeks. What she was saying was one-hundred percent true. Dirk was still in that infernal institution. He didn’t deserve to be there. He’d never been convicted, but even so, he’d never been set free – some justification relating to public safety, supported by his delusions – because he’d talked about communicating with the dead. But what really hurt, was that Catherine had said, ‘please.’ In my heart, I knew I’d do anything for her. Only I’d just told her ‘no,’ that I wasn’t going within ten miles of that place. And now she was begging me, politely begging me. Saying ‘please’ because she felt she had to. Some friend I was. I again wiped my tears and started explaining the situation to Kim in some detail. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s do this. I’ll make some calls. You get dressed, and we’ll go.” After Kim had left, I turned to Catherine. “Thank you. And you’re right. I’m sorry, so sorry. I should have realized. You shouldn’t have needed to bring Dirk up. I should have thought of him without any prompting. We’re going.” I raised my voice, “Dirk, we’re coming for you. Cathers and I, we’re coming for you!” “And he needs to know … about the bad guy. And about what we accomplished … you and me … that his fiancée is a hero. Both of us. We’re heroes, right? Just like we told my sister Patty. I want Dirk to know.” “I do too. He deserves to know.” I leaned in to hug her. “We’ll go. We’ll go together,” I added softly. As I went looking for my suitcase, I couldn’t believe what was happening. Was I really on my way back to the mental hospital? I’d tried to block the place out of my mind, but suddenly all my memories came flooding back. Being accused of being a whore. Being called ‘Ms. Jessa Prostitute.’ My ego had taken quite a hit that day. And, they’d kept my underwear. My bra and panties had been on a desk there as I’d been shamefully escorted out. For some reason, having to leave them behind had added significantly to the emotional damage I’d sustained. Considering what lay ahead, I realized that Cathers and I simply weren’t done. There were still things that needed to be set right. Our crusade continued. And then another thought occurred to me. Was this why Cathers was still on planet earth? Might she disappear as soon as Dirk was free? I decided to do my best to not think about that. Even if that was the case, it certainly wasn’t a reason to not do right by Dirk. Less than an hour later, there were two police cars in Kim’s driveway. Brent was also home. Kim introduced me to her former Captain, Captain Milliman. I’d also spoken with Nick. He was in Stonefield, but hoping to meet up with us at the institution in Montpelier. Kim, Brent, and I piled into one of the cars. I knew that Cathers would be in the car with us – somehow – there wasn’t an empty seat – two officers up front, Kim, Brent and I in the back. It was supposedly a forty minute drive. I still couldn’t believe I was heading back to that godforsaken place. It felt surreal, but I also knew that I’d survive. Based on snippets of conversations that I’d overheard, I imagined there was about to be a show of force at the mental institution. As soon as we were underway, Kim took a call. While she was talking, I answered questions. Brent was still not up to speed. After hanging up, Kim announced, “He’s going to meet us there … the governor.” Brent’s jaw dropped. “Governor Adams?” he asked. Kim was nodding. “Governor Adams? Who’s that?” I asked. Kim shrugged. “The governor … the actual governor … of Vermont,” she explained. “But it’s not out of his way. Montpelier’s the capital. Where he lives.” “Why’s he coming?” Brent asked. “Exactly,” I agreed. “This is big, I tell you,” Kim said. “And it’s an election year. Vermont and New Hampshire. The only two states … where the governor serves just a two-year term. Adams … he’s always campaigning.” Tuning Kim out, I looked out the window, trying to think ahead to what was about to go down. Cathers had requested that we do this together. And I’d agreed. The only problem was that she and I were only truly together when I was naked. Could I? Should I? It seemed so reckless – maybe I really did belong in a mental institution. For some reason, I was again picturing myself in a straitjacket. If they did that to me, put me in one of those, I wouldn’t be able to talk to Cathers. They could take her from me. But I wouldn’t have to be naked. Catherine would understand. We’d still be together – sort of. And we’d succeed in getting Dirk out. Indeed, she and I wouldn’t be doing that. The authorities that were meeting us there – they would take care of that. So it wasn’t at all like what she and I had engineered in Hammonton. Then my nudity had been instrumental in capturing the killer. This was different – similar maybe – but different. “Kim, I’ve got to talk to Cathers,” I told her, unhooking my seatbelt and pulling my shirt off over my head. “Umm … really? Now?” she asked, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. But as I continued to undress, she spoke with the two officers in the front seat. She explained to them that they were not to talk about whatever they were about to see or hear. There was some chuckling. They both had already realized that I was disrobing. And, even though I was trying not to think about it, I knew that they had seen the photos from Hammonton – probably even the Bulletproof Breasts video. I didn’t imagine that Kim had any authority to tell either of them what to do, and yet I could tell that she had rapport with them. They’d all served together for many years working for the same Municipal Police Department. As soon as my panties fell from my ankle, I saw that Cathers was indeed in the car with us. She was up front, more or less between the two officers, but facing back. There wasn’t exactly a seat there, just a console. But somehow, she was making it work. She reached over the seat as if to hug me. That didn’t quite work, but we did manage to clasp hands. “I love you for doing this, Jessa,” she said. “I love Dirk. I love you. You two are my world.” I gave her my warmest, most understanding smile. “And I love you. We’re doing this. One way, or another, we’re doing this.” Turning to Kim, I asked, “If I go in there naked, how does that affect things? I mean, our plans to put kids through college? I don’t want to jeopardize that.” “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. But you have to do right by Cathers. And you are wearing a candy necklace.” I reached up, feeling for it. I’d almost forgotten that I’d put a fresh one on. My supply was dwindling, but I still had a few. As I imagined it, I was wearing them as a show of support – support for Cathers. Considering things, I decided that Kim was right. I had to do right by Cathers. I decided to ask for her opinion. “You should put your clothes back on,” Catherine replied. “I like being able to talk. It means something to me, that you take chances … so that we can be together. But definitely get dressed. What’s important is that we get Dirk out.” I knew that was true, what she was saying, but there was more to it. For her, it went deeper than that – much deeper. Not only had the State of Vermont, taken Dirk’s freedom, they’d taken his dignity. No court of law had found him guilty, but in the court of public opinion, he’d lost. His innocence needed to be restored – fully restored – with the good citizens of Vermont, particularly those of Stonefield, watching. I turned to Kim. “You’re right. For Cathers! I’m going all in.” “Jessa, don’t. Please, don’t,” Catherine pleaded. “Okay. Not for you then,” I said facing her. “For Dirk.” We drove in through the ominous-looking gate and parked close to the front entrance. I took a deep breath, hopping out in one motion. Fortunately, it was late enough in the day that the asphalt was not hot against the soles of my feet. A moment later, Cathers was next to me. She was smiling. I loved that she was smiling. My stomach was in knots, what I was doing seemed foolhardy, but it helped that she was happy. More than anything, I wanted to do right by her. Kim was there as well, but she turned and walked toward several dark vehicles that had just arrived. A minute later, she was back, two men and a woman in tow. She introduced a tall, balding man in a dark suit as Governor Butch Adams. He and his entourage were all attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to hide their shock and astonishment stemming from my lack of clothing. I knew that Kim had surely prepared them, but even so, they looked as uncomfortable as I felt. Not only was I naked, but I could tell that my cheeks were bright red. Attempting to get a grip on my emotions, I shook the Governor’s hand. While I was doing that, a pair of media vans rolled in through the gates. They were driving straight toward us. “Oh, shit. Who called them?” I asked aloud. “I did,” the Governor said. “Well, not personally. But I had them notified.” Kim leaned over. “All publicity is good publicity,” she said quietly into my ear. “It goes beyond that, young lady,” he said, addressing Kim. “As the Chief Executive Officer of the State of Vermont, the State Police report to me. They are the premier law-enforcement agency in Vermont.” He winked. “Capturing bad guys, seeing that the innocent go free. That’s what it’s all about.” “So it’s not about publicity?” Cathers asked. I decided it was best to not respond to her question. The Director of the State Police was there as well. The Governor introduced him as Colonel Robert Thompson. I shook his hand as well, glad that I’d finally learned that, unlike most states, Vermont did not have a law against public nudity, at least not per se. Lewd and lascivious conduct, on the other hand, that was not permitted. I’d been guilty of assuming that public nudity was just as illegal in Vermont as I knew it to be in Arizona. But even if public nudity was not illegal, I still felt naked, embarrassingly naked. It helped to concentrate on the fact that I wasn’t the only nude person present, and I wasn’t. Cathers was by my side. “Okay, what are we waiting for?” I asked. “Nothing,” the governor replied. “Well, then,” I said, turning and marching toward the imposingly wide cement stairway that led up to the front door. I was ready to get this over with. I was also optimistic that I would not be detained and locked away in a padded cell deep in the basement of the institution, given that I had Governor Adams and the Director of the Vermont State Police accompanying me. Hoping that they didn’t yet have the TV cameras switched on, I charged up the front steps. I was mindful of the fact that I’d been first through the front door in Hammonton. For whatever reason, I wanted that to be the case here as well. But after opening the door, I waved with my hand, allowing Cathers to step through first. That seemed fitting; Dirk was her guy. But, as I considered that, I realized that Cathers had actually been the first to enter the house in Hammonton as well. There was a woman behind the reception desk. She stood up and stared at us as we approached. I imagined that the institution had been called and that she might have been given advance notice of our arrival. By the look on her face, I was guessing that she had in fact not been informed. “Lead on Cathers,” I said quietly. As if muttering to myself to help me remember the way, I continued, “Now, which hall was it?” As Catherine pointed to the left, I saw the two orderlies who had escorted me out on my prior visit. They were headed right for us, walking fast. My heart skipped a beat, but I continued defiantly toward them. If they were going to stop me, it needed to happen – so that we could get it over with. To my surprise, they stopped as I approached. They then stepped to the side. Either they knew what was going on, or they were intimidated by the sight of the Governor and the column of police officers that Cathers and I were leading. A moment later, with Catherine pointing the way, we turned yet another corner. She and I marched boldly along, side by side, heading ever deeper into the daunting labyrinth. I was doing my best to stay calm. The situation was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced. We were busting Dirk out! I found myself smiling. There was definitely pride in what we were doing, and we were again a team – boldly going where no woman had gone before. I held my head up and my shoulders back, feeling my breasts, my bulletproof breasts, bounce jauntily on my chest with each strike of a bare heel on the shabby-looking vinyl tile floor. “Cathers, I’m so glad you suggested this. I should have thought of it myself,” I said, again trying to keep my voice low. “We should have been here yesterday!” “Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart,” she said in an excited, but emotion-choked voice. I was striding; she almost seemed to be skipping. A minute later, we were nearing Dirk’s room. His door, as expected, was wide open. I stopped short, turning to address our entourage. “Governor Adams, Colonel Thompson,” I said, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m not sure how this is going to look, but if you don’t mind, I’d like a minute alone with Mr. Landers. I imagine we might be catching him by surprise. Could you and everyone else wait here … while I break the news to him?” The governor was in an agreeable mood. “Certainly, Ms. Wilson. I’ll be right here if you need me.” I nodded my thanks, and Cathers and I went on into Dirk’s room. As expected, we did catch him completely unawares. Catherine ran to hug him, while I stayed back to close the door. “Jessa, don’t,” he said, pointing at me, his index finger bobbing. “The doors have sensors. They’ll come.” “Let them come,” I said. Dirk’s eyes grew wide. He looked from me to Cathers and back again, acting as if he didn’t know how to take what I’d just said. “Dirk! This is the day!” Catherine squealed, jumping into his arms. She started smothering him with kisses. I was beside myself. I’d never seen her so full of joy. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anyone behave so affectionately. “What day?” he asked. “Get your things. We’re leaving!” Catherine chirped. “Oh, Lover. You know I want to. You also know what will happen. I won’t even make it to the front door. And if by chance I do…” “Not anymore,” she said. “Your nightmare is over! You’re a free man.” Dirk glanced over at me. I attempted a smile. But then he looked back at Cathers. He was staring into her eyes. I could tell that he wanted to believe what he was hearing, that he was trying to believe what he was hearing. Suddenly I was tearing up. It was a beautiful moment. I felt blessed to be there. No two lovers that I’d ever heard of had been challenged by circumstance like this pair. And yet their feelings for one another were entirely intact. It was wonderful to witness, certainly heart-rending. As I stood there trying to breathe, Catherine started racing through an explanation. Telling Dirk how the killer was behind bars, and how she and I had done it – done it together. It was very interesting to hear her talk. This was the first time I’d heard the tale from her point of view. Always, I had been the one doing the talking. She then told him that the Governor of Vermont was in the hall, just on the other side of his door. He looked at me in disbelief. I nodded. Wearing a robe and slippers, Dirk tentatively made his way to the door. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him. He opened it a crack and peered out. “That’s the Governor?” he asked, looking back at me. I nodded as a few of the men in the hallway started laughing. Dirk closed the door. It clicked shut as he leaned against it. Cathers was there. She had a hand on his back, up between his shoulder blades, comforting him while whispering softly into his ear. It appeared as if he was on the verge of collapsing where he stood. As I imagined it, it was a moment that he’d completely given up on ever happening. A minute later, he pulled himself up straight, his strength seemingly returning. He went straight to his closet and began yanking things out. Shortly thereafter, the orderlies showed up with some carts. To Dirk’s utter amazement, they started helping. The woman who had walked in, catching me naked – she was fortunately nowhere to be seen. Dirk had very few possessions, and some of what he had, he seemed to have no interest in taking with him – those things, mostly worn out clothes and a few books, ended up in a pile off to the side. I was glad that it looked like it might all be accomplished quickly. I was again feeling my nudity. I considered slipping something on – Dirk had shirts and robes – but Cathers and I – we’d come this far. This was something we were doing together. But all the men. They were mostly trying to pretend that they weren’t staring, but they were – maybe not when they thought I was looking. I was doing my best to act comfortable in my skin. Everyone had a role to play. I was committed to playing mine to perfection. I imagined that there would be formalities to take care of at the front desk. At the very least, I was expecting the matronly woman who had introduced herself as the director, but had never actually given me her name, to show up. It didn’t happen. The Director of the State Police, Colonel Thompson, spent a few moments conferring with a man behind a counter, but then we were allowed to leave. As we reached the top of the steps just outside the door, I saw Nick pull up and park. He’d missed all the fun. By then, it had gotten late. The sun was about to set. There were trees blocking our view of the horizon, but the clouds straight above had a pink cast to them. Somewhere, there was about to be a splendid sunset. As everyone started down the wide staircase, I pivoted and looked back at the ugly cement edifice. Cathers was next to me. I hadn’t imagined that I’d ever return and this surely would be my last time there. Emotions of defiance surging up within me, I raised both arms over my head. Catherine regarded me with curiosity, as I extended just the middle finger on each of my raised fists. Maybe it wasn’t my most mature moment, but the adrenaline was surging within me. With every fiber and sinew of my being, I flipped that fucking building off as energetically as I could manage. One of the fingers was for me, for how I had been treated there. The other finger, the important one, was for what they had done to Dirk. That institution and all it stood for had taken forty years of his life. Goddamn them all! A smile formed on Catherine’s lips. She spun to face the building. A second later she was mirroring my stance. For a brief moment in time, the two of us stood there, aggressively flipping off all that was wrong with the American justice system. And then, that was that. We’d made our point. We turned and followed everyone else down the stairs to the waiting cars. Just as Nick ran up to greet me, I saw the cameras. I chuckled to myself, wondering if I would have flipped the building off had I realized that I was being photographed. I was laughing hysterically as Nick hugged me. I pushed him away. “Dirk,” I said pointing. “Make sure he gets on TV. The whole world needs to see him walking out of here a free man.” “I can’t get him on TV,” he said. “But you can. It’s you they’re interested in. You’re the story.” I put a thumbnail in between my teeth and bit at it, realizing that he was probably right. After taking a deep breath of courage, I walked over to the Governor and reached for his hand. He smiled. He didn’t resist when I started leading him to where Dirk and Catherine were talking. Taking Dirk by the hand, I led him and the Governor toward the closest news crew. “Okay, Governor Adams, you’re on,” I said. “Tell the good people of Vermont, specifically those in Dirk’s hometown of Stonefield, what’s going on here. That Dirk Landers is innocent. That he’s always been innocent. And that now that the actual killer is in custody … that he’s a free man.” I shouldn’t have been at all surprised, but the Governor rose to the occasion. He apologized to Dirk – on behalf of the entire State of Vermont. I managed to step back as he started speaking about his priorities as Governor. He transitioned smoothly into what sounded like a campaign speech, but the important points (Dirk’s innocence) were well covered. My confidence waning, I managed to fade into the background, doing my best to cover my important points from the viewing public by slipping in behind Nick. I knew the news outlets would provide me with those small black bars. I’d look naked, surely some underboob would show, but at least my nipples wouldn’t. It didn’t make me feel much better, but it was better than nothing. As the Governor was concluding his remarks, Nick leaned close. “Do you want to get outta here?” “God, yes.” “My car?” “Your car,” I nodded.

Jenna's at the Hotel by Helmhood My friends and I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. We had each saved up enough money for our own airfare, and then pooled the rest of our funds for the hotel reservation. It was going to be a blast, the four of us heading off to New York City for a long weekend. After arriving, we did the requisite sightseeing and shopping. We toured the museums, took in a Broadway show, and then did some more shopping! The second night, we explored a little of the club scene. Enjoying some of the nightlife, we decided not to stay out too late. After all, four twenty-something-year-old young women by themselves in the city; it could still be dangerous. We headed back to our Embassy Suites hotel, where we shared a suite. It was pretty swanky, and there was no way any of us alone could have afforded just the one room. I was looking forward to some room service. The next morning, I woke up early so that I could use the shower first. Let me tell you, trying to accommodate the bathroom amongst all my friends was the one point of contention. I figured by getting in early enough, I could take as much time as I needed, and let the other girls sort out their turns. Well, I stripped off my pajamas and hopped into the marble and glass stall. Wow! The water felt really amazing on my body! It had the kind of showerhead that was like a masseuse, hitting all the right spots on my back and shoulders. I nearly purred with delight as I danced on my toes beneath the gentle cascade. The showers I took back at home never felt so nice. At this point, I was also feeling a little frisky. I slid the shower door open a bit, poking my head out to make sure I was still alone in the bathroom. My dripping leg stretched out onto the floor mat, and then I stepped completely outside so I could grab some things from the vanity mirror… a razor and some shaving cream. Quickly, I jumped back under the welcome warm water, and began to lather up my lower body. I was going to shave off my pubic hair! Normally I keep a trimmed bush. But since this was a special trip, and as I was feeling deliciously naughty, I thought the occasion called for a bold new look. And it would be my little secret. Maybe I would even go without panties for the day. Very carefully, I scraped away my womanly fleece, every last wisp of hair. Pretty soon, my fingers reached down to touch nothing but the smooth, pink folds of skin. Satisfied that I was entirely bald down there, I rinsed and turned off the shower. Stepping back out onto the floor mat, I reached for the large white towel and started drying off my body. I shuddered when the terrycloth brushed against my silky, sensitive pussy lips. Smiling to myself, I wrapped and tied the towel securely in front of my breasts, and stood before the mirror so I could comb my hair. When it was all straight and slicked back behind my ears, I tied the brunette strands in a ponytail. Then I turned around to get dressed. But I couldn’t find my clothes! There was a little table when you first entered the bathroom, where I remembered placing my underwear, pants, and shirt. Of course, it was a pretty spacious bathroom, so I quickly looked about to see if I had actually put them somewhere else. But then I realized that even my night pajamas, which I was sure I had discarded just before my shower, weren’t even on the floor. This is strange, I thought, as I self-consciously tugged the towel tight, at the hem above my thighs. And then I figured it must be my friends playing a prank on me! Upon walking back into the main hotel room, I was greeted by little Jean, who was also dressed as I was… a white towel wrapped around her short but curvy figure. “What took you so long, Jenna?” asked the Asian girl. “What were you doing in there?” I noticed that she must be topless beneath the towel, as her large breasts were only minimally concealed. If she wasn’t careful, I could just make out the tops of her nipples poking into view. I paused to see Andrea and Sarah slowly stirring in their bed, and ignored Jean’s questions. “Did you guys take my clothes? Has anyone seen my stuff?” Jean folded her arms in disbelief. “Oh right, Jenna. We have nothing better to do than sneak into the bathroom while you are taking your shower, and hide your clothes on you! What do we look like, children?” Unconvinced, I scanned the large hotel room. There were our two queen-sized beds, as well as a sofa ensemble on the other side, and a rather impressive entertainment center. And of course there was the mini-bar. But I could not spy the pile of my things, which I knew I had unpacked in order to wear today. Then I remembered that behind the drawn curtains, there was a balcony and terrace. I walked over to the bed and shook Andrea, my playful shorthaired fiend. “You put my clothes outside, didn’t you? You want me to go out on the balcony wearing just a towel…” Jean was starting to walk past me, into the bathroom, when she paused to take the edge of the white cloth between her fingers. “Sure… and then we would tear the towel right off you, leaving you outside overlooking the city, buck naked!” “No, it’s not like that,” Andrea said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “That’s not how we planned it…” I saw that Sarah was trying to muffle her laughter with a pillow, and I snapped at her, “What? What is it… do you know where they hid my clothes?” “Oh, OK,” the blonde girl admitted, still giggling, at last. “Relax, Jenna. It was Andrea… she put your clothes out in the hallway, just outside the door.” Straightening my towel, I huffed, “For crying out loud! They can get stolen that way…” Despite my two friends snickering at me, I crossed the carpet of the hotel room in my bare feet, approaching the door. First, I tried to look out that tiny circle window you use if someone knocks. But I really couldn’t see anything at all. So I carefully undid the security latch with one hand, while using the other to make sure my towel stayed in place. I opened the door just enough to peek my head into the hallway. “I don’t see them,” I called out, rather annoyed. From behind, I could hear Andrea padding over toward me. “Are you sure? I left them right out there…” Seeing that the hallway was empty, I opened the door all the way. Very shyly, I stepped out of the room, so I could look further down the elegantly furnished corridor. There was a stand of potted plants nearby, and an ornate desk against the opposite wall with a courtesy phone. Maybe my devilish friend hid the items of clothing. That would be so embarrassing if someone else found my underwear! Well, if they were out here, I really had no idea where they might be. Frustrated, I turned around, ready to make Andrea come out here herself and collect my things. Suddenly, the door slammed shut! My hand instinctively reached for the crystal faceted knob, but I could already hear the metal latch inside being slid into place. It was no use even trying, I knew the door was locked. “Andrea!” I whispered harshly. “Don’t leave me out here like this!” Oh my gosh, I was standing outside in the hallway, wearing just a towel! I had nothing on underneath. I gripped the cloth tight around my chest, and pounded on the door. Then I realized that I probably shouldn’t draw attention to myself. Oh, this was worse than if they had tricked me to go out on the balcony. Here, I could easily get caught at any moment… either by other hotel guests, or the people who worked at the hotel. I held my breath and spun around, wondering what to do. Taking the opportunity to check if my clothes might really be around somewhere, I walked a little further away from the door. Although, I was beginning to suspect the whole thing was just a ruse, concocted by my friends. I was nervous, and blushed, noticing that I was bare from my shoulders to my bosom, and then from my thighs all the way down to my toes. Not much left to the imagination, I guess. It was then, I heard the door to our room open, and Jean stuck her own towel-wrapped body outside. “Hi, Jenna!” She waved and laughed. “That will teach you to sneak into the shower and hog all the soap…” But what happened next was kind of strange, and I watched with a sort of detached fascination. One of the girls must have snuck up behind her and gave Jean a little shove, pushing her a couple of more steps into the hallway. The playful hands, however, kept hold of the towel… pulling it from her body, and disappearing with it back behind the closed door. I watched Jean skip forward, now wearing just a pair of brief pink panties! The young Asian woman looked down, her hands moving quickly to cover up her large circular breasts bouncing free, and she screeched. “Eeeeek!” “Shhh,” I hushed her as I came to her side, still worried about who might hear us. “Don’t make a scene!” She looked up at me with her luminous, almond-shaped eyes and said, “Don’t make a scene? Oh my gosh, I am so topless out here! Quick, Jenna… give me your towel!” “But Jean,” I cried. “I’m totally naked under this towel. At least you still have your panties.” My friend folded her arms across her chest and pouted. She was shorter than me, but still had a shapely figure. She had a flat, sexy tummy that was now on display, and of course those round jiggling melons, which almost seemed too large for her petite frame. “Are you really nude, except for the towel?” Jean asked. I didn’t like thinking about how vulnerable I was, so I simply nodded. “Well, I wonder how long Andrea and Sarah are going to keep us out here…” We waited for a few seconds, huddled by the door to our room. But I didn’t hear any voices from inside. Maybe our friends went back to sleep. Or maybe, they were just going about their normal morning routine, with no further regard for us. And then I thought, what if they ordered up breakfast! It was only a matter of time before Jean and I were caught. “Did you hear something?” my friend with sleek black hair running down her bare back peered anxiously down the hallway. She used both hands to hide her nipples, but they didn’t hide much else. I looked both ways, as if I was crossing a busy street, then answered, “It does sound like people talking… coming from…” The elevator! We both cried at the same time. Well, there was no chance we were going to stay hanging around here! Remembering which way we had to walk whenever we came up to our floor, Jean and I immediately turned in the opposite direction. Needing to get beyond the corner of the corridor, we had to run for it. My hands held onto my towel tight, to keep it from slipping. I watched my friend jog in front of me more freely in her little panties. Ducking around the wall, we saw that there was an ice machine in a little alcove. A few feet further down, there was another elevator, and then the bell rang! We didn’t even hesitate… the two of us dashed toward the ice machine, and out of view of whoever was about to enter this floor. Jean cowered behind me, with her hands on my bare shoulders, her body so close that her breasts crushed against my back. A man and a woman, it sounded like, exited as the heavy doors pulled open. Listening to their conversation, we could hear that they were part of housekeeping. Thankfully, their business was taking them to the other end of the hallway, and their voices drifted away. Jean and I waited a moment longer, until all we could hear was the hum of the ice machine. My friend spun me around and said, “I’ve got an idea! We can just get another room key from the front desk, and let ourselves back in. And then it will be payback!” “Um, I guess…” I tried to think this out, but it was hard, staring at Jean’s uncovered chest in front of me. In all the excitement, it seemed her nipples were growing fully erect right before my eyes. “Are you sure this is a good plan?” “Well, Jenna, it doesn’t look like we have much choice. We can’t very well stay out here like this, just two scraps of material shared between us!” So we agreed that we would brave the elevator down to the ground floor, and seek a spare key from the lobby desk. I was actually amazed that little Jean wanted to come with me. I mean at least, I had all my parts covered. But I guess she didn’t want to end up hiding somewhere alone. She urged me to stick my head around the corner and see if it was clear. With no sign of the hotel staff, or any guests emerging from their rooms, I stepped lightly toward the golden panel and doors. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Jean just grab two handfuls of her breasts and follow after. I punched the button rapidly, hoping that when the elevator opened, the sight of us wouldn’t startle any occupants! We figured that it was still early in the morning, so it was unlikely people would be coming up to their rooms. I looked nervously at my friend with butterflies in my tummy, and she kind of danced anxiously on her toes, wearing next to nothing. The bell rang… the doors opened… there was no one inside! Breathlessly, the two of us scampered in our bare feet across the threshold and entered the elevator. I pulled my towel tighter, seeing myself in the mirror and how much skin I was showing. Then I blushed to see how exposed Jean was. Her panties had crept a little up her butt and she was showing a bit of cheek. I pushed the lobby button, and hoped we didn’t make any stops. “So, you’re going to walk up to the front desk and get the key for us, right?” Jean asked as she crossed her arms over her breasts. Tugging the bottom of my towel, I answered, “Um, I guess so… although it will be pretty embarrassing!” Jean got a devilish look in her eye and said, “You know… if you lend me the towel, I could be the one who walks through the lobby and gets the key.” “Oh my gosh!” my heart started beating faster. “But I would be stark naked! I don’t know if I could wait around like that… that would be too much!” She looked me up and down for a moment before replying, “Suit yourself. But make sure you don’t loose it on your way to the desk!” Just then, the elevator bell rang, and I noticed we were only at the 3rd floor! Jean leaped behind me, gripping my shoulders tight. I was afraid she was going to rip the towel right off me as the wide doors slid open. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Fortunately, after a second of hearing no reaction, Jean informed me that no one was there. She reached around me to hit the lobby button once more, which caused her large boobs to rub against my body. The doors closed, and we continued our descent without incident. We reached the ground floor, hoping it would still be quiet at this hour of the morning. When the bell chimed, my friend and I really had no choice but to shuffle out onto the marble floor, and do our best to not draw attention to ourselves… a topless young woman, and another wearing only a towel! A little ways down along the wall, there was a sculpture intertwined with some kind of exotic plant. It was strange, but sort of beautiful. Reaching almost nine feet toward the ceiling, this piece of hotel art décor was rather wide, and looked like it might offer some concealment. “I’m going to hide behind it,” Jean told me. “Now hurry and get that key, Jenna!” I nodded once, watching as she slung just one arm over her chest. Basically, her palm covered one very erect nipple, while the other was kept hidden by her forearm. This left the remainder of those swelling mounds rather exposed. She strutted over to wait by the sculpture in her delicate little panties. Then I proceeded to turn the other way and started walking toward the front desk. I was very conscious of the cold marble beneath my bare feet. I even felt a shiver run down my legs, as I clutched the towel in front of me. It was as I was walking away from the elevators that I saw a few people sitting in the center of the main entry concourse. They looked like an older couple, reading the newspaper over some coffee as they sat comfortably on velvet couches. I blushed when I came into to view, really hoping that they didn’t notice me. There was a guy and a young woman behind the front desk as I softly approached. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it, but then I remembered poor Jean who must be quivering in her tiny underwear. “Um… hi,” I squeaked when I padded right up to the counter. “I… um, oh this so embarrassing! I locked myself out of my room this morning…” The ginger-haired lady looked over my form, and broke out into a wide grin. “Let me guess, honey. You just finished your shower, and stepped outside to fetch the complimentary paper.” “Yes, that’s it…” I lied, rubbing my foot behind my other leg’s calf like a naughty little girl. “Do you think I can get another room key?” The hotel clerk just laughed, but his colleague said, “That is just too funny! And you took the elevator all the way down here in just that towel? All right, dear, what is your room number?” I told her that my friends and I were staying in room 217. That probably gave away more of the truth, as the lady must have wondered why my friends didn’t let me back inside. She reminded me that we were only supposed to get one spare key, so I should make sure not to loose this one, or let something like this happen again. I felt so humiliated being talked to in that tone. If I dropped my towel, the woman probably would have given me a spanking right there in the lobby! With that shameful thought in my head, I spun around and quickly moved toward where Jean was hiding. The older couple lowered their newspapers and made a noise of disapproval as I passed them on my way to the elevators. Upon returning to the massive exotic shrubbery, I found no sign of Jean. What, had she wandered off or something? And then I caught sight of an unusual scrap of material hanging from the thorny branches. It was kind of snagged on the sharper edges and looked a little tattered. Closer examination revealed them to be pink and silky. As I ran the unrecognizable fabric between my fingers, I suddenly understood, these were Jean’s panties! They had somehow gotten caught on this thing… she was probably standing too close. And now they were torn and… oh, my! This meant she was completely nude… I giggled at first, realizing that my friend had to be around here somewhere without a shred of clothing. And then, for some reason, I felt a little envious, was even turned on a bit. I really wasn’t in the best condition to go searching aimlessly, but I supposed I ought to find her. Clutching the front of the towel with one hand, and holding onto the room key with my other, I marched down the side of a hallway. Fortunately, just around the corner, I saw a women’s restroom. I thought maybe this was if you had a room all the way on the top floors, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Of course, upon entering I saw that it was a pretty lavish set-up, almost like a beauty parlor, with a long vanity counter done in marble and mahogany. There was everything a lady needed to freshen up in here, and then further down were some stalls embossed with the hotel logo. Fanciest bathroom I had ever been in! “Jean!” I whispered as I crept forward. “Are you in here?” There was a moment of hushed silence as I nervously looked around the empty restroom. Then, in reply, one of the stall doors swung open. Out hopped my short pretty friend, holding her massive breasts in each hand. She was absolutely naked. Not bothering to conceal anything below, my eyes were drawn to her pussy where above she had a black “landing strip” shaved out of her pubic hair. I brought a hand up to my mouth, but I couldn’t help to giggle just a little. “This isn’t funny,” Jean pouted. “That damn shrubbery hooked my panties! I struggled to get them free… well, I heard some people coming and I ripped them in my haste to get away. I suppose they’re all ruined?” I laughed once more then said, “Well, it serves you right! You had plotted with Andrea and Sarah, to lock me outside in just this towel!” Guiltily, the young woman lowered her hands until she stood in front of me in all her glory. “I’m sorry, Jenna… will you please let me borrow the towel for just a bit?” “No!” I cried, surprised that she would even think of asking such a thing. Tugging the white cloth snuggly about my body I told her, “I’ll be just as naked as you… even more naked!” I didn’t mean to throw in that last part, referring to my hairless crotch, but it slipped out. Fortunately, Jean didn’t catch my meaning. Instead, she folded her arms once more over her boobs, and spun around in a huff, leaving me a full view of her bare shapely ass. “Well, you did get the room key for us, didn’t you?” Yes, I had the key right here, I informed my perky friend. It was one of those credit card sized keys that you had to swipe through the panel on your hotel room door. It came in a little white sleeve, which I held onto in one hand at my side. So there was nothing left for us to do, but sneak back out and make our way up to our room. “I’m not going back in the elevator,” Jean turned around and looked me in the eye. “If we get caught, I’ll be trapped there with nowhere to run. Besides just walking back to the lobby will put me in plain sight of everyone!” Seeing her point, I agreed that we would find another way back to our room. Fortunately, I mentioned to her, I thought I saw an exit stairwell further down the side hallway. In just my towel, I padded over to the entrance to the ladies’ room, and made sure it was clear outside. Now that we were going to be headed into the main hotel again, Jean shyly slung an arm over her breasts and placed a hand over her pussy. I could only imagine what she was feeling! The two of us stepped beyond the door, both our bare toes finding the carpet of the hall. We stayed close to the wall, while edging our way closer to an exit that appeared to lead to many flights of stairs. It would be a long climb, but I guess it was better than being stuck in the elevator. About halfway toward the spot we needed to reach, I heard Jean mutter behind me, “Oh my gosh, Jenna, my nipples are so hard!” We decided to make a break for it, dashing toward the exit sign. Of course, this meant my friend had to clutch her breasts with both hands so she could run and keep up with me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that she didn’t even attempt that much modesty, but pumped her arms… her tits bouncing wildly and indeed tipped by very erect nipples! I pushed the door open, and slid through into a secluded landing, where a rise of some very elegant stairs wound their way up and up. When she followed after and stood at my side, I turned to Jean and asked, “Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, I could try to get back to our room alone, and bring you some clothes…” “No way!” the little Asian girl shrieked, this time keeping both hands over her pussy. “I’m not going to let you leave me here naked, and wait for who knows how long until you return! We’ll go together.” I shrugged my shoulders, as we then began to lift our feet onto the first of many steps. Being able to keep my hands free, for the most part, I let my fingers run along the smooth polished banister curving upward. Of course, Jean practically hopped behind me, using her arms and hands to hide her nudity. At each new floor, there was a landing and a door that we supposed opened onto the hotel hallways. Our room was on the twenty-first floor. But when we paused to catch our breath on the landing of the fifth floor, I heard voices coming from the stairs above. “Oh my gosh, what should we do!” I exclaimed, listening to the sound of male voices draw closer. “Should we run back down…” Jean’s almond shaped eyes went wide at the suggestion. “What? And let these guys see my bare butt? No, Jenna… we have to slip back into the hotel!” She meant that we had to leave the stairs and hurry out into the hallway through the side door. I wasn’t sure if this was a better idea or not, but soon my friend brushed her naked body past me as she opened the exit just a crack. The way was clear, she said, and disappeared into the corridor beyond. The heavy security door slammed closed behind her, right in front of my nose. At least she could have held it open for me! And then I heard the footsteps on the flight just above me, fast approaching. With trembling hands, I pushed on the metal bar and squeezed through just in time, before being seen. I was not immediately aware that when the door sealed shut behind me, the edge of my towel had gotten caught. It wasn’t until I took a step forward, then the white cloth peeled right off my body, leaving me completely nude! I gasped, and hunched over holding my breasts, padding back to pick up the towel. But it was stuck fast, the only way to retrieve it would mean opening the door again. “Come on, Jenna!” I heard my friend whisper harshly from down the hallway. And then I heard the footsteps turn and pause, right on the landing behind the door to the stairs. I made a split-second decision to drop the other half of the towel from my grasp and dashed around the corner… When I finally ran up to Jean, I was clutching my bare breasts with both hands. She looked me over curiously and smirked. “Loose something, Jenna?” “The stupid door closed on my towel!” I cried. “I knew this wasn’t a good idea…” “Nice haircut,” Jean giggled. I looked down, and saw that she was pointing at my bald pussy. I immediately blushed from head to toe. Now she knew my little secret. “Um… wow, Jenna… you can see, like, EVERYTHING…” Placing a palm quickly over my very pink lips, I was flustered and confused. “So, now what to we do? I mean, we’re both totally naked!” “Did you manage to hold onto the room key?” my young friend asked, crossing her arms over her boobs. In reply, I lifted up my hand to display the slim card. Of course, this left my crotch uncovered, my labia unfolding right before her eyes. I was so embarrassed! Nervously, I kept looking over my shoulder, afraid someone might spy my naked ass. And then I thought, how would it look to be caught with Jean like this… two twenty-four year-old women, stark raving nude! An elevator ride was absolutely out of the question, I figured, but then my friend started walking down the corridor. “We might as well give it a try,” she said, her cheeks jiggling with each step. “The sooner we get back to our room, the sooner we can get dressed!” It was unreal, walking down the hotel hallway without wearing any clothes. I mean, any of the guests could exit their rooms to either side of us, at any time! Yet Jean and I did not hurry as we made our way closer to the elevators, because we did not want to run blindly into any unsuspecting persons. More like we shuffled along as best we could. I tried to keep up with my friend, but I have always found it difficult to move gracefully with one hand placed in front of my vulva. I saw the short pretty Asian girl waiting inside the elevator car, keeping the doors open for me. Still, she motioned with her arm and waved me forward, before anyone else showed up. Looking around shyly, I could see that the area was quiet, and I walked nude into the elevator with my friend. Jean quickly pushed the button to close the doors, and punched in the 21st floor. My body trembled a little, and I was chilly, having spent the entire morning in a towel up until now. My nipples stood out fully erect, attesting to the cold. This, and the fact that I was smaller in the bust than my friend, made me cross both my arms over my breasts. And my bald pubic area was left completely on display. “Pretty wild, huh?” Jean laughed nervously. Just then, we felt the elevator start to slow, and the car came to a stop. We were only at floor number fifteen. My friend and I exchanged worried glances… then the doors open. With his head down, pushing a food cart, one of the hotel attendants entered and passed between us. “What the…” said the uniformed man when he looked up to select his destination. I had frozen in shock, just standing there with each hand clasped over my bare tits, not bothering to cover my pussy! Meanwhile, Jean had slung her arm across he breasts and kind of had her other hand hanging in front of her crotch. She smiled meekly at our passenger. “Are you ladies all right?” he asked, mopping his forehead with a dining napkin, and turning is head back and forth to look at us. Still squirming, Jean answered, “We got locked out of our room… my friend, here, went to get a spare key.” Now the room service man looked directly at me, his eyes roving over my very bare body. “You mean, you went all the way to the lobby, without any clothes?” “Um, well…” I stammered, blushing in embarrassment. “I did have a towel, but I lost it on the way up, back on the fifth floor.” “Did you at least get your key?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Again, reflex took over, and I held out my hand showing the slim keycard in its sleeve, but exposed my right breast in the process. Only then, did I finally drop both my arms, so I could clasp my hands over my vulva. I was just so flustered being caught nude like this, but also turned on! Suddenly, the elevator stopped with a jolt and the bell chimed, doors opening to let us out on the twenty-first floor. Our bodies jiggling, Jean and I practically leaped out into the hallway together. There was and awkward moment as our bare skin rubbed against each other… and then we were dashing down the corridor, bare foot and bare-assed as we fled. “Wait, Miss!” I thought I heard the man call as the doors were closing again. “You dropped something…” Jean and I hurried around the corner, moments away from the safety and privacy of our room. Relief at last! Ducking behind a few more items, we were careful not to be seen as we approached the door. My friend turned to me and said, “Quick, Jenna… slide the key card!” I lifted my hand, but my fingers were empty. Raising my other arm, I found that I must have dropped the room key. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my friend, and I shook my head in confusion. How could I have lost the key! Jean was none too pleased, reaching out to twist my exposed nipples… “What happened, girl? I thought you could hold onto it safely!” “What’s going on out here?” The door to our room opened abruptly, allowing Andrea to catch us nude, with Jean’s hands on my breasts! I noticed that my other friend was dressed in a towel, like I had been just a little while ago. “Please, let us in!” Jean and I cried, practically embracing each other now to hide our frontal nudity. But Andrea continued to stand in the middle of the doorway, blocking us from entering the room. “Well, it seems you two have gotten much friendlier! Sarah and I were about to go down to the fitness center and check out the sauna. Maybe it’s not a good idea to leave you girls alone…” “What do you mean?” we cried, quivering in each other’s arms. At this point, blonde Sarah came walking up to the door and peeked her head out. She was also wearing a towel. “Jean… Jenna… oh my gosh! Where are all your clothes?” “Clothes?” Jean pulled away from me, and brazenly placed her hands on her hips. “What clothes? You pushed me outside in just my panties, which got lost in an accident. And Jenna, here, she lost her towel in a door.” “Looks like she lost more than just the towel,” Andrea smiled. “I mean, you two are really naked out there, but check out Jenna’s bare slit!” Wow, did she have to announce it to the whole floor? Blushing, I placed a hand quickly over my pussy and sort of shielded my boobs with my arm. I was afraid more people might see me like this, as they left or returned to their rooms. There was just no hiding my naked behind. And then my friends joined us, stepping into the hallway, closing the door shut. Andrea looked at me and Jean and said, “I suppose we’ll have to take you with us…” “But you can’t do that!” Jean whined as she hugged her body. “We’re both totally nude!” Sarah moved between us, the soft fabric of her towel brushing my skin. “Well, it should make for an interesting workout!” Next thing I knew, I was jogging to keep up with my friends, heading back in the direction Jean and I had come from. My own butt bouncing along the way, I watched the Asian girl’s long black hair swish behind her, as her little ass ran down the hallway. We got into the elevator again, but this time at least the other girls in their sandals and towels would be able to shield us from any other passengers we might encounter. I was still embarrassed because staying nude like this, with Jean equally bare and vulnerable while our two friends remained covered up, was making me kind of horny. The hotel fitness center was on the fourth floor. Riding down again, I was all nerves and excitement, and soon the doors opened to let us out. We shuffled cautiously across a foyer and concourse until we came to the entrance to the spa and sauna. Sarah and Andrea looked perfectly natural in this setting, wrapped in towels, walking confidently as their flip-flops slapped on the floor. Jean and I moved more awkwardly, alternating our arms and hands between covering our boobs and pussies. Thankfully, it seemed no one else was around. Observing this, Andrea turned to me with a mischievous smile. “Jenna, why don’t you try out one of these exercise machines? It’s all right, no one will see you.” She pointed out the line of various weight lifting and cardiovascular equipment we had passed. I saw that there was absolutely no one in sight. And a dare to do some exercises in the nude seemed pretty tempting. Of course, there was always the risk that someone could arrive at the gym any moment, and I would be caught. It was that element of risk, which made me decide to do it! I quickly padded over to the closest machine. It was one of those combination contraptions that allowed you to work on your upper body and your legs and thighs. When I sat down, the black leather cushion felt nice on my bare ass, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. My feet felt the chill of metal footrests, but I curled my toes delightfully. The other girls, Andrea, Sarah, and even Jean gathered around the machine to adjust the weights. I was able to swing my arms out and away from me with no sweat. Although I did giggle as my breasts bounced with the smooth motion. What a sight! And then Sarah encouraged me to try the lower exercise. This consisted of lifting the footrests slightly, then swinging my knees apart, then closing them and lowering my feet again. A four-step process, it was really no problem with the low weight setting. Next to me, Andrea leaned in close and suggested that I try the upper and lower exercises together. It took a little coordination, but I soon found that I was able to do it with little difficulty. Expanding my arms and legs, then contracting them in synchronized motions. I started to get into a nice rhythm. Suddenly, I felt an increasing shift in the weights, and I had to push a little harder. It took all my concentration, but I was able to keep at it and continue the exercise. Only when my friends moved around so that they were standing square in front of me, did I realize that these maneuvers had me displaying all my private parts! Only then did I notice my nipples had grown more stiff and erect, pointing accusingly at the girls. Worse, my bare pussy was repeatedly opening up causing the pink labia to spread apart. I could just imagine my clitoris teasingly poking out as my friends pointed and laughed. But I couldn’t make my arms and legs stop! I had kind of built up this momentum, and I kept pumping my limbs… swinging them open and shut, then wide open again. Much to my humiliation, I found I enjoyed this nude workout, which felt really, really good. Especially working the muscles of my inner thighs and vagina. I guess that’s why you normally work out in proper clothes! But all the excitement of the morning, running around the hotel naked, and now my friends watching me, added tremendous sexual stimulation. My body flushed from the exertion, and I began to moan between my heavy breathing. I was going to have an orgasm right here in the hotel fitness center! Sarah realized this and gasped, “Oh my gosh! I think Jenna is going to…” Just then, Jean reached behind the blonde, and whipped the towel clean off! To all of our amazement, our athletic friend had been stark naked beneath! Sarah looked down in surprise, before covering her smallish breasts and placing a hand over the light wisp of blonde pubic hair. Still on the machine, I bucked my hips at the sight of my friend being stripped right in front of me! But Jean had been so zealous in her revenge, that she had ripped the towel away and let it go sailing a few feet into the workout room. Suddenly, we heard the noise of the concourse doors banging open. “Quick! We have to get into the steam room,” Andrea called out. Jean and Sarah did not hesitate, and started for the doors on the opposite end of the room. But I was in a pretty awkward state… I had only just started to build toward a climax, was on the very edge of an orgasm. My arms and legs went slack, stopping the movement of the weight machine. I really just wanted to stay here and masturbate, but couldn’t risk getting caught doing that. At the height of my arousal, I forced myself to get up and follow the girls, leaving a trail of juices on the leather seat. I dashed into the sauna room, and found my friends waiting on the benches. It was one of those wood panel interiors, and we were the only four inside. Jean managed to keep her breasts concealed with her hands, while she crossed her short shapely legs. Our blonde friend, Sarah, sat with her back against the wall but pulled her knees up beneath her chin. As I stood in the center of the room, I did not bother to cover anything, afraid that the slightest touch might set me off. Andrea, the only one of us wearing something, laughed and said, “I think you need to cool down, Jenna!” Cool down? I was naked in the middle of the hotel sauna room, and if anything, I think the steam was making me even more aroused! Beads of sweat formed on my body, trickled down my stomach and onto my sensitive pussy lips. “You think this is funny?” Jean demanded as she started crawling toward Andrea. “Let’s see how you like loosing your towel!” The little Asian girl practically leaped on the shorthaired brunette, and after a brief tussle, had the white terrycloth in her hands. “Here, Jenna, catch!” Jean said as she twisted her body and tossed the lone towel in my direction. I watched as the towel floated to the floor at my feet. But just as I was about to bend down and pick it up, Sarah moved with surprising grace and quickness in an effort to claim it for her own. We both tumbled to the ground, two nude girls struggling for control of the material. After we rolled over on top of one another, I ended up in a kneeling position, straddling her chest and facing her feet… my hairless crotch inches from the blonde’s mouth! I raised my hands up in surrender, thinking she might do the unthinkable. Andrea was absolutely naked. The tips of her straight brown hair just reached to her bare shoulders. Her breasts were large and firm, tipped by prominent nipples. Very curvaceous, her hips flared out in proportion to her lower body. A trim patch of light brown pubic hair rested on the mound of her vulva. While I was worrying about my other friend making me cum, Andrea walked calmly over to us and snatched the towel from my grasp. “Oh no you don’t,” said Jean sneaking up from behind as she threw her arms around the other young woman. She resorted to tickling tactics, running her little fingers over Andrea’s bare abdomen. This caused the more playful brunette to drop the towel, but only so she could turn around and squeeze Jean’s own sizeable boobs. I had a clear view of her ass as she tumbled backward, falling next to Sarah and me, with Jean landing on top of her! The contest to seize the towel began again as we all scrambled over the floor. Soon, Sarah and Andrea’s sandals had been pulled or kicked off. We were all naked from head to toe, four twenty-something-year-old girls, our bodies entwined. This was extremely frustrating for me, as more than once I had a breast or someone’s lower lips in my face. I turned my head, but could only feel a hand rub my butt or fingers graze my most sensitive parts. A few times I tried to grind my crotch into a hand passing over my pussy. At this point, I completely lost interest in the towel. Finally, it took the sound of someone at the door to the sauna room, to break us up. The writhing around stopped, the other girls jumped to their feet and scattered for the benches. Just as I was crawling over on trembling hands and knees, I large heavyset woman entered the steam room. She had a whole bundle of towels in one arm. Dressed in the uniform of the hotel staff, she dutifully picked the stray towel up off the floor. The lady glared around at each of my naked friends, then at me, sitting with legs spread open but hiding my shaved mound with a single hand. She said in a disapproving voice, “You girls really ought to consider the other hotel guests, before you decide to take a steam bath in the nude. It’s not really appropriate, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” With a huff, she shifted her girth and proceeded to leave the sauna room. Obviously, the woman thought we had left our change of clothes in the locker rooms down here. Little did she know there wasn’t a scrap of clothing between the four of us! Maybe we could have asked her for some towels, but that would be so embarrassing, and we might get into more trouble. “We have to get out of here!” I said at last. “If I don’t find some relief fast, I think I’m going to burst…” Jean arched her back against the wall, letting one hand run up and down her moist body, teasing an elongated nipple. “Mmmm… I think Jenna’s right. I’ve been without any clothes for most of the morning, and I’m about ready to blow off some steam!” Taking her cue from this declaration, Andrea got up headed for the door, wiggling her hips as she walked. Peeking outside, our friend told us there was no sign of the towel lady, or anyone else for that matter. We had better make our move now. One by one, we slipped out of the steam room, slowly passing through the gym… all of us completely naked. I noticed that Sarah and Andrea had forgotten, or did not bother to retrieve their flip-flops. Maybe they wanted to feel the experience of walking barefoot through the hotel. Of course, I was the only one who was shaved bald, which made me feel the most exposed. It was off to the elevators again, and the day was getting on, which meant an ever- increasing chance of being caught. This time it would be four nude girls, and none of us would have anywhere to hide. We walked in single file, but kept close together, certainly within proximity of physical contact. Maybe this made us feel reassured. I watched as Andrea would peer around a corner to make sure the way was clear, while next in line, Jean would place a nervous hand lightly on her back, keeping her pussy shielded with the other. I was right behind Jean, covering my breasts with both my palms. And I could tell Sarah wasn’t hiding anything, as I felt her hands grip my shoulders tight. In this fashion, we progressed through the hotel hallways. But when we were in sight of the elevator doors opening, three teenagers stepped out, a girl and two guys. They were heading in the opposite direction, so we decided to make a break for it. Of course, they heard the pitter patter of our collective bare feet, and they casually turned their heads to look over their shoulders. They saw our naked bodies huddled together, all of our breasts bouncing as we ran, and there were whistles and catcalls. Somehow, Sarah pulled ahead of me, and I was the last inside. As I reached out to punch our room floor and hit the “close door” button, our spectators got a clear look at my frontal nudity. We were breathless as the elevator car started moving up. I couldn’t speak for the other girls, but my body was absolutely tingling. Then again, I noticed that all my friends’ nipples were erect. I know mine were rock hard! While they kept their hands over their crotches, I continued to hold my bare breasts. Then Andrea said, “Oh my gosh! That was so hot! I never thought streaking the hotel could be such a turn on…” “Well, we’re not safe yet,” Jean said licking her lips. “We still have to make it to our room!” Sure enough, when the doors opened on the twenty-first floor, there was a man and a woman waiting to get in. I ran past them with my arms crossed over my chest. I can’t really say what my friends chose to do, which parts of their bodies they tried to cover up. Or maybe someone shy like Sarah hid her face in embarrassment, effectively exposing everything! “My goodness!” I heard the lady exclaim from behind. I could feel the eyes of the man on all our tender bare behinds. We ran down the hallway totally nude, and I must have been blushing a deep shade of red. There might have been a commotion, but I just kept running. So I was the first to reach the door of our hotel room, which of course was locked. When a man passed by pushing a room service cart, I pressed my body flat against the door. He said I had a nice ass… Finally I heard my friends scamper close behind me. Jean asked frantically who had the room key. Andrea did, thankfully managing to hold on to it the whole time. “Hurry, swipe it through the slit!” Sarah urged. Playful Andrea could not resist placing the card between my butt cheeks! My eyes went wide, but I moaned as the cool plastic slid down and touched my lower pussy lips from behind. “Oops, wrong slit…” Andrea chuckled. Then she used the key properly, and the door opened, allowing us to tumble safely inside. Jean had the presence of mind to shut it, and close the security latch. Obviously, the four of us had one single thought on our over-heated minds. Andrea and Sarah immediately jumped on the two beds. Our little black-haired friend nimbly found the bathroom, where she would have the most privacy. I was left standing frustrated in the middle of the room, as the other girls began masturbating. Looking around desperately, I walked naked to the doors of the balcony, and opened them up with trembling hands. Once I stepped outside, the cool air rushed over my body, enhancing my excitement. I squeezed my breasts and let a hand slip greedily between my legs. Leaning against the terrace, I started rubbing and fingering my clit. With a massive orgasm, I made myself cum standing above the city streets. This was one hotel adventure, I would not soon forget! THE END

Jane Grows Up by Story Guy JANE GROWS UP – 1 Jane walked home from school in her usual depressed state. She was now in the seventh grade and had the same raging hormones as any other girl her age but unfortunately her body hadn't kept up with her expectations. Being almost fourteen, her hips had flared and she was blessed with what was referred to as a cute bubble butt but her chest was still flat. Her nipples had grown but the accompanying swelling not grown to her satisfaction. Her small mounds were nothing compared to what she thought most of the other girls had. In her eyes, she had the body of a fourth grader instead of a junior high girl. She had talked to her mother about getting something to help her grow more but her mother had just told her not to worry, she would grow soon enough. She then asked about getting some thong panties because "all the girls had them" but that too was rejected. Her mother did, however, agree to get her some bikini panties and throw out her "little girl" cotton briefs. She also had bras now too although she wasn't big enough even to get an A cup. That helped her situation some. At least she didn't have to dress like a little girl although most of her clothes still came from the girl's department. She had thought about getting some bigger bras and stuffing them with tissues until she had grown enough to fill them herself - at least she would look like she had something - until that incident last month. One of her classmates, who Jane thought must have had at least a B cup, had been jumped by a group of older girls. The seventh grader was wearing bib overalls and a button down shirt. They had grabbed her from behind and immediately blindfolded her and gagged her. Once they had finished, some of the girls held her arms while others unhooked her overalls and took off her shirt. During the struggle, the poor girl's overalls had fallen to her ankles so she was standing in just her panties, which were cotton briefs, and bra. As the crowd of onlookers, which was both girls and boys, watched, the attackers took off her bra! Jane was horrified but surprised to see that the girl had nothing except tissues in her bra. She was as flat as Jane was. The whole crowd laughed as the tissues were pulled out of the bra and dropped to the ground. Once the bra was empty, they tied it around the girl's arms. She was then told that if she promised not to say anything, that she would be let go. As the girl nodded in agreement, everyone ran away leaving the girl to free herself. The girl had evidently kept her promise as nothing was ever done to her attackers but now everyone called the girl "Tissue." Jane decided after the attack that is was better to be flat than have that happen to her. As Jane walked into the house, she saw a note from her mother saying that she had gone out shopping and would be home in about an hour. She threw the note aside and walked into her room tossing her books onto her bed. The day was warm so she took off her long pants that she had worn to school. She walked to her bureau and took out a pair of shorts which she put on. When she turned to walk back to her bed, she saw her brother's head in the window. She was mortified. He had watched her change! She was furious as she put her sneakers back on and rushed out to find him. Her brother, one year her senior, was going to get it. She ran to the yard and saw the box below her window that he had stood on but her was nowhere in sight. She looked all around the house but could not find him. As she looked, she replayed the incident in her mind. She was still angry but part of her was also a little flattered. Even though he was her brother, he was still a boy and he wanted to see her body. She thought she would die if a boy ever saw her naked but it was kind of exciting that a boy actually wanted to see her. Not finding him anywhere, Jane went back into the house. When she entered she heard a noise in the cellar. She quietly went down and saw her brother looking out one of the cellar windows. "You were spying on me!" she yelled. He turned around with shock on his face. "No, I wasn't." he countered. "I saw you and the box you were standing on is still there! I'm telling Mom." she screamed. "No! Please don't tell." he begged, "I'm sorry I looked at you. I was just curious. I promise I'll never do it again." Jane thought for a moment and then, in a calmer voice, stated, "OK, under one condition..." "What? I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell." he interrupted. "You saw me, now you have to show me you." Jane stipulated. "What?" he exclaimed. "I won't tell if you take your pants down and show me yours right now." "No way!" he protested, "I didn't even see anything! Its not fair!" "OK..." said Jane as she turned to walk back up the stairs. "Wait!" he yelled in a panicked voice, "All I saw was your underwear. I'll show you mine, OK?" He knew that he would be in big trouble if she said anything. He had to stop her somehow. "Nope." she answered confidently. She knew that she had him over a barrel. She wasn't really interested in seeing her brother but he was a boy and seeing a boy naked excited her. "All right." he resigned, "But you gotta promise that you'll never tell anyone." "If you promise never to spy on me again." she countered. "OK" he muttered as he started to undo his belt. She approached him stopping about five feet away as he let his jeans drop to his ankles. He lowered his head and hesitated for a moment before he hooked his thumbs in his underwear and lowered them to his thighs. "Lower." Jane requested. He shuffled some then pushed them down to his knees. "Pull up your shirt so I can see." she demanded. He blushed profusely as he pulled his shirt up completely exposing himself to the girl. Jane stared at the limp cock and balls. They were surrounded by a fairly thick growth of hair. Jane was surprised at its size. She had only seen babies and they were a lot smaller than what was now before her. The girls at school had talked many times about boys. Some had seen and even touched their boyfriends but Jane had no idea what to expect. She was thinking about touching it when her brother abruptly pulled his pants back up. "OK. I did what you wanted. You promised not to say anything to anybody, right." her brother clarified. "I promise." answered Jane as she started up the stairs, "Don't forget your promise either." She walked into her room shutting the door behind her. Lying in her bed, she thought about what she had just seen. She was now among the few girls that she knew who had actually seen a boy. She wondered what it would be like to have a cock and balls between her legs. When she had her period, she had to have a pad between her legs and she could feel that and that was a lot smaller than what her brother had between his legs. She got up and went to the window closing the shade. She then went to the closed and got a tennis ball. She removed her shorts and stuffed the tennis ball into her panties between her legs and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned to one side and then the other looking at her reflection the whole time. She walked around a little. She could feel the ball rubbing between her legs. She sat on her bed and the ball moved up. She reached into her panties, spread her legs, and pushed the ball back down. She wondered what it would be like to always have something between her legs. She stood up, rearranged the ball again, and walked around a little more. She could feel the ball rubbing against her. "No wonder boy's are always so horny..." she thought to herself as the ball continued to rub further stimulating her. She laid back down on her bed and reached into her panties to remove the ball. Dropping the ball down next to her, she pushed her hand back into her panties and started to rub "that special spot." As she rubbed, she thought about the cock that she had seen and imagined that her finger was the cock pushing into her pussy. Her ensuing orgasm was the most intense one she ever had. Her hips thrust up lifting her ass completely off the bed. Her finger plunged in and out of her virgin cunt. After what seemed like hours, her eruption finally subsided. She pulled her hand from her panties and closed her eyes. Her thoughts returned to her brother. He had been so embarrassed when he had to expose himself to her. She felt sorry for him in a way but it was his fault. He had been the one spying. She wondered what he thought when he saw her in just her panties. Did it excite him like he had excited her when she saw him? Did he jerk off thinking about her? The thought of a boy jerking off thinking about her disgusted her but, in a way, it was kind of exciting too. It made her feel sexy, something that she had never felt before. She dozed off. Jane was awakened by her brother. He barged in announcing that supper was ready. He stood in the doorway with his mouth hanging open as he saw his sister laying on her bed with only her panties and top on. "Don't you ever knock?" she blurted? This was the second time in one day that he had seen her in her panties. He had turned beet red. "Ah, err, um, sorry..." he mumbled. The look on his face made her smile. "Just get out and knock next time!" As he closed the door, she chuckled to herself. As embarrassing as it was to be caught dressed like she had been, her brother's reaction had been funny. It seemed to bother him more than it bothered her. The first time had been intentional but she knew that this time had been an accident. Accident or not, though, he'd better not do it again. JANE GROWS UP – 2 Over the next few weeks, Jane had replayed the incidents of having her brother seeing her in her panties many times. Although she was somewhat angered and embarrassed by the incidents, she also found that she was strangely excited. Being almost nude in front of a boy, even though it was her brother, made her feel sexy. She had even begun to fantasize about being completely naked with a boy watching her when she masturbated. One Friday night, her parents were going out and she and her brother were going to stay home alone. Her brother had gone into the bathroom to take a shower and she was just sitting on the couch watching TV. Not much was on and her mind started to wander. She again started to think about her new fantasy of being naked in front of a boy. Now was her chance she thought. She went into her room and put on a too small short nightgown with the matching panties. It had once extended to her upper thighs but now the hem was about to her mid ass. She looked in the mirror. Her panty covered pussy was plainly visible beneath the hem of the nightgown. Satisfied with the look, she walked to the bathroom door. She could feel her heart pounding. She took a deep breath and knocked. "Can I come in? I have to go to the bathroom." "I'm in the shower. I'll be out in a while." her brother yelled. "I can't wait." she pleaded, "Just close the shower door." "OK" her brother answered after what seemed like forever. Her heart raced as she opened the door and walked in. Even though the shower door was opaque and she could still see his figure but all details were blurred. She knew that her brother was in there naked. She could also tell from his blurry outline that he was facing her. She closed the door and stood for a moment trying to relax and slow her breathing. She lifted the toilet seat but instead of turning to sit on it, she remained facing the shower door. Neither had spoken and the only noise was the shower running. She lifted the short nightgown and in one quick motion pushed her panties to her knees. She stood up and looked at the outline behind the door. Her brother had not moved and even though she knew that he could not see any more than she could, she knew that he was looking at her. Her face flushed but not from embarrassment this time. She was more excited than she had ever been before. Remembering the excuse that she had used to gain access to the bathroom, she turned and sat on the toilet. As she sat, her eyes remained glued to the motionless profile of her brother behind the shower door. She knew that she was too excited to pee so she sat for a moment, then rose. She faced away from her brother "exposing" her bare ass to him. Part of her wanted to open the door separating them but she knew that she didn't have the courage to do that. Instead she pulled up her panties and flushed the toilet. "Thanks!" she yelled as she exited the bathroom. She quickly went back into the TV room and flopped down on the couch. As soon as she was seated, she plunged her hand into her panties. She had never been so turned on and desperately needed relief. No sooner had she started to rub herself than she heard the shower being shut off. Her brother would soon be coming out and there was no way she wanted to be caught with her hands in her pants. She then had another thought. She threw a pillow on the floor and then laid on her stomach on the floor and wrapped her arms around the pillow. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the look that she wanted. The hem of her short nightgown rose up to nearly her waist. Her panty covered ass was completely exposed. The last thing that she wanted was for her brother to realize that she was intentionally showing off for him. In this position, she thought that she looked natural and that he would think that her exposed ass was just because of her naivety. She spread her legs a little so that her brother would be able to see her crotch too and waited for him to come in. After what seemed like hours, her brother came into the room and she heard him sit on the couch. She didn't know where exactly he had sat down but she imagined his stare burning a hole right through the crotch of her panties. Her eyes were on the TV but not her mind. She had to fight the urge to spread her legs even more to give her brother a better view. She was afraid that if she moved, he would realize her real intentions. Finally she could take no more. She had to know where he was. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Thanks again for letting me use the bathroom." There her brother was. He had sat directly behind her. No doubt he had a great view. He had put on sweats and she could see the tent in his crotch. He was turned on by her exposure! She couldn't believe it. She had actually turned on a boy with her body. Even though it was only her brother, he was still a boy. "No problem." he answered smiling back at her, "Any time." She just looked at him for a moment. She knew what she wanted but didn't know how to say it. In desperation, she blurted, "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, what?" he answered not knowing what was on her mind. "Do you think I have a nice ass?" she mumbled shyly. "Ah, er, um," he stumbled and then hesitated. The question had taken him completely by surprise. He finally composed himself some and decided to challenge her to see what would happen. "I can't really tell. I've never seen it." That stopped her right in her tracks. Both understood what he had just said. She thought about it for a moment. Although she had "exposed" herself to him only a short while ago in the bathroom, she knew that he really couldn't see her. If she did it again now, there would be no question as to what he could or couldn't see - he would see everything. She stared at him almost looking for a hint as to what she should do. He just stared back with no hint at all as to what he was thinking. She thought of the excitement that she had felt in the bathroom and made her decision. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she pushed them down just below her ass cheeks. "Well?" she asked smiling at him. "Nice." he commented. She held her panties down for a moment reveling in the excitement of him looking at her bare ass. She felt the same rush that she had felt in the bathroom but this time it was even more intense. She could see her brother's smile as he gazed upon her lustfully. She never dreamed that having a boy see her nakedness would feel as good as it did. She slowly pulled her panties back up. She really wanted to leave them down but she thought that it would be much too obvious. She wanted her brother to think that she was just giving him a thrill. She thought she'd die if he ever knew that she was getting a thrill by showing herself to him. He'd probably think that she was some kind of "sicko" or something. "Thanks!" she exclaimed as she rolled over and sat up. "I'm going to bed now." she said as she stood and left the room. She just couldn't take anymore and needed some relief now! Almost running, she went into her bedroom, shut the door, and laid on her bed. As soon as she hit the bed, she snaked her hand into her panties and started rubbing herself vigorously. In no time her orgasm hit and she was squirming on her bed. Not only was she horny but she was also thrilled that her "unsatisfactory" body had actually turned a boy on. As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed. The evenings excitement had taken its toll. With much effort, she got under her blankets and was soon asleep. The next morning when she got up, her mother handed her an envelope. She said that it had come yesterday and that it was addressed to both her and her brother. Since he was not up yet, Jane opened it and found an invitation to a Halloween party given by her friend and her friend's brother. They were the same age as Jane and her brother. Jane had had a little crush on the brother for a few months now but nothing had developed yet. Maybe now? They had given a party last year too but Jane had not been able to go. Her mother had thought that she was too young. After a short discussion, it was decided that this year Jane could go if her brother was going too. She didn't really like the stipulation about her brother but knew better than to argue the point with her mother. At least this year she could go. She just needed to convince her brother. JANE GROWS UP - 3 Jane was excited about the Halloween party. She finished her breakfast and her brother was still not up. Her mother told her that she going shopping but Jane elected to stay home. When she left, Jane's brother was still not up and Jane could wait no longer. She knocked on her brother's door and heard a groggy "Huh?" "Can I come in? I gotta talk to ya." she answered excitedly. "Uh-huh" was the sleepy return. "We just got an invitation to Mike and Jill's Halloween party. Mom said I could go this year if you went. Will you go? Please?" Ken rubbed his eyes trying to wake up. "I don't know..." He paused for a while getting the cobwebs from his brain. "Their party is kinda dumb. You gotta wear a costume." "Oh, please?" Jane begged, "Mom is finally letting me go out. You gotta go." "I don't know..." Ken repeated. "It'll be fun!" Jane interrupted, "It's better than sitting in this stupid house all the time." "I won't be home anyway." Ken corrected, "I was thinking of hanging out with one of my friends. Why would I want to dress up in some queer costume anyway?" "Oh come on. If you don't go, I can't. Please?" Jane pleaded. "I'm supposed to go just so you can? Why should I? What's in it for me?" questioned Ken. "Fine!" snapped Jane, "What do you want me to do?" Ken pondered for a while. He then remembered the incident a few weeks ago and thought that this might be his opportunity for pay back. "Do you remember the price I had to pay when I wanted something from you a few weeks ago?" "What are you talking about? You never asked me for anything. I don't know what you mean." she answered. "What did I have to do when you thought that I spied on you?" Ken returned. He didn't want to admit that he had really been spying on her. "What? Are you crazy? Get real!" Jane yelled. "You started it. Oh, well, enjoy the night... home... alone." Ken countered. Jane glared at her brother. She knew what he wanted her to do. What angered her was that she was being forced. She had thought many times about being seen nude and had even showed her brother her bare ass but that was her idea. She then thought about the party. She had a little crush on Mike but more importantly, she was tired of having to stay home like a little child. This was her chance to get out and party with her friends. She had to get her brother to go and if this was the price... "You promise to go?" she questioned. "You gotta let me do what I want and not say anything. You gotta do it too." she added. "I could care less what you do and I don't have to do anything. You're the one that wants to go." he said with a smile. She thought for a moment. She had lost her bargaining power and knew that her brother was in control. "You will go, right?" "As long as you hold your end of the bargain." her brother answered still smiling. Jane looked at her brother. She was about to fulfill one of her fantasies about being seen nude but this was not the way she had imagined. Slowly she pulled on the tie of her robe, letting it fall open. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe fell to the floor. So far she had revealed nothing that he hadn't seen many times before but only a small garment separated new territory from her present state. Looking at her brother, she saw his lustful grin that had been on his face for a while now but nothing further could be noticed. She took a deep breath. Ken watched his sister. He had been curious about what she, or any other girl for that matter, looked like. He was about to find out. Her robe fell and he could now see her panties. They were the matching kind that came with short nightgowns but would normally be mostly hidden but this nightgown was much too short. From his reclined position, he could almost see up to her belly button. He knew that he was going to get a great view. His cock was so hard that it almost hurt. Jane's gaze went from her brother's face to the floor. Normally she would have been excited exposing herself but under the circumstances, it was tainted by embarrassment. Her hands slowly rose up her hips to the waistband of her panties. She took another deep breath. Rallying all of her courage, she hooked her thumbs around the elastic at the waist and pushed down. As Ken watched, his sister reached up and pushed her panties down bending as they went to her knees. Slowly she stood revealing her womanhood. Ken's jaw dropped as he gazed on the first bare pussy that he had ever seen. His hand moved to his cock and as he touched the hard rod, his load shot. "You've got hair." he blurted almost unconsciously. As the words exited his mouth he realized what a dumb statement he had just made. He would have been embarrassed but his orgasm took over his brain and drove out every other emotion. Ken's statement almost made Jane laugh. What had he expected? She wasn't a little girl anymore. A smile came over her face. The silly comment had erased the embarrassment. "OK?" she asked. The words that his sister said brought Ken back to reality. It took a while for the statement to sink in though. He was suddenly aware of the wet, stickiness in his pants. "Ah, er, um..." he stammered, "When's the party?" She pulled her panties up and then gave him the invitation. "Here's the invite." She turned and walked out the door. She entered her room and laid down on her bed, thinking about what had just happened. She didn't realize that her brother had climaxed and she wondered what he thought of her. Did she turn him on? Did he think she was sexy? After all, she wasn't just a little girl showing off, she was a woman to be desired she thought. Her pondering started to cause a tingling feeling between her legs. She pushed her hand into her panties and began rubbing. Quickly her manipulations had their desired effect and orgasm overcame her. As her body settled, she started to think of a costume she could wear. She wanted something a little revealing but it would have to be something that her mother would let her wear too. She decided to go as a pixie. She could wear a pair of white tights and a long sleeve jersey; maybe with no bra. She knew that the tight fitting clothes would show off her body. She would leave the house with a sweatshirt on knowing that her mother would never approve of a jersey alone but she could easily remove that when she got to the party. Hearing her mother return, Jane dressed and went out to talk to her about the costume ideas. She said nothing about the braless idea knowing full well that her mother would never let her go like that. She described the pixie costume as a sweatshirt over a pair of tights. Her mother had a negative reaction to the tights alone because "It would not be very proper." She insisted on a skirt with the outfit. Jane couldn't believe that her mother wanted her to wear a skirt. Everyone knew that pixies didn't wear skirts! After a short dissuasion, Jane agreed to modify her costume to include her pink miniskirt, the only mini she owned, and it was settled. She knew that Pixies also never wore anything but white but the skirt could be removed just as easily as the sweatshirt. She would have the costume that she wanted. JANE GROWS UP - 4 The day of the party finally came and Jane was in her room putting on her costume. She stripped down to her panties and then put on the long sleeve jersey top. Looking into her mirror, she admired how it clung almost like a second skin. Even though she thought her tits were too small, she thought that the top made them look a little bit bigger because they were so well defined. She knew that her mother would not think so but she thought that her eraser sized nipples poking out looked sexy. Satisfied with the top, she took the white tights out of her drawer and slipped them on. She had already put on the skimpiest bikini panties that she owned. She looked into the mirror again. "Something's wrong." she thought. The indentations from the elastic in her panties caused what she perceived as deep valleys in her otherwise smooth look. Feeling a little daring, she took the tights off and then removed her panties. Putting the tights on again, she liked her look better now. No more "dents", just smooth lines. She wasn't revealing anymore than when she had on panties. Who would know? Besides, it made her feel even more sexy knowing that she wasn't wearing panties. After admiring how great she thought that she looked, she pulled the sweatshirt and skirt on. Checking in the mirror again, she tried to visualize what her mother would thing. To her, it was a little on the prudish side so her mother would no doubt approve. She put on a mask and went downstairs for her "inspection." Her mother was in the master bedroom getting ready to go out. Jane knocked on the door and went in at her mother's request. Her mother approved of her costume and even told her that she looked cute. Cute wasn't what Jane wanted. She wanted sexy but thanked her mother anyway. She knew that her mother would probably have a heart attack if she knew what her costume really was. Jane was told that her parents would not be home until late but that her mother would call the house at 10 o'clock, her curfew, to make sure that she was home. Jane's brother was also expected to be home at the same time because "it wasn't safe for a young girl to walk the streets alone at that hour of the night." Jane held her tongue and didn't say anything about that statement. She resented the fact that her mother was still treating her like a little girl but didn't want to risk her mother's wrath. Her brother finally came down wearing what he called a costume. He had on an old, ratty shirt and jeans with holes in them and a mask. He was supposed to be a hobo but Jane thought he looked dumb. She thought of ribbing him about his costume but changed her mind; at least he was going. Grabbing their jackets, the two left to walk to the party. As they walked, Jane made sure that their agreement was still in effect. "You promised to let me do what I wanted, right?" "That's what I said. Why?" Ken answered. "Well, you saw my costume, right?" Jane continued. "Yup." he moaned, "What are you getting at?" "Um, I'm going to make a few changes when I get there..." mumbled Jane. "Changes?" questioned Ken. "Ya, the shirt and sweatshirt are going." explained Jane, "I only wore them so Mom would let me go. You won't say anything will ya?" "Why should I? I could care less what your wearing." Ken answered. "I wasn't going to tell ya but just so you won't freak out on me, there's something else..." Jane cautioned. "Well? What!" blurted Ken. "I'm not wearing any underwear either." Jane whispered. "What? No underwear?" Ken exclaimed. "Its no big deal! You can't see anything! I'm still covered." interrupted Jane, "I was going to wear them but they showed. No one will know." "I told you I don't care what you wear. I'm just amazed that 'Miss Goody Two Shoes' isn't wearing underwear,. That's all." chuckled Ken. "Very funny!" snapped Jane. His comment angered her. She was mad that everyone seemed to think of her as a little girl. "Bet if I wasn't his sister he wouldn't be laughing." she thought. They arrived at the party with no further conversation. "See you at quarter of 10. Don't bother me until then!" was Jane's parting comment as the two went there separate ways. Jane didn't even take her coat off but sought out Jill and asked to use her room to adjust her costume. Jill led her to her bedroom where Jane removed her coat, sweatshirt, and skirt. "Wow!" Jill exclaimed when Jane finished. "What do ya think? Sexy or what." Jane asked. "I guess!" said Jill emphatically, "Let's join the party. I can't wait for my brother to see you. He'll freak!" The pair scurried down to the cellar to where the party was. The cellar was finished off with a large room and a smaller TV room. The large room had a snack table set up at one end with a stereo blasting and the other end was clear. A few couples were dancing there. The TV room was dark and didn't look like it was being used. "Hey Mike!" Jill yelled, "Check out Jane!" Mike approached his sister and Jane. "Wow!" Mike exclaimed, "You really look sexy!" Even though that was just how Jane hoped that she looked, she blushed anyway at the compliment. "Thanks." she murmured, "You don't look too bad yourself." Jane didn't care what Mike was wearing, she always thought he looked sexy. She was thankful, however, that he had finally noticed her. "You wanna dance?" he asked. "OK" Jane answered. She had all she could do not to yell "Yes!" in her excitement. The two spent the next hour dancing and talking. She especially liked it when someone played a slow song so she could hold Mike close to her. She would bury her head in his shoulder and listen to his heart beat. Another slow song started and the couple were again dancing. Mike's hands were around her waist and as the song progressed, his hands lowered until they were right on her ass. She was excited by his touch and nuzzled in closer to him. She knew that she was supposed to move his hands to her waist again but they felt good on her ass so she left them there. She even thought that his heart was beating a little faster. As the song ended, he looked at her and said, "Let's sit down for a while." "OK." she answered and started for the chairs that were against the wall. Taking her hand, he whispered, "This way." as he led her into the darkened TV room. Going through the door, she noticed that there were already a few couples in there necking. He led her to an overstuffed chair in the corner and sat down, pulling her to his lap. She willingly sat and the two started kissing. Jane was in heaven. After trying for many months to get Mike to even notice her, she was now making out with him. As they kissed, she could feel his hands roaming up and down her back and then one started to move toward her front. She tensed a little and instinct told her to stop him but his touch felt so good to her that she didn't. His hand moved to her stomach and then he started to gently rub again. She relaxed after a while and then his hand started to move up. Part of her wanted to grab his hand and stop him but she thought that would be childish so she allowed his hand to move freely. As she expected, he went right for her tit and started gently messaging it. She wanted to scream is felt so good! Leaning into Mike's ear, she softly whispered, "Sorry I don't have much." "I wouldn't change you even if I could." he whispered back. Jane blushed. She knew he was lying but it sounded nice none the less. She started to get those familiar tingling feelings between her legs but this time they were stronger than they had ever been in the past. Suddenly his hand started to go back down to her stomach. She wanted to grab it and put it back on her breast but was afraid to try. Sure enough, his hand was once again on her stomach but this time he pushed up her jersey a little and his hand was touching her skin. That alone was putting her brain into overload but his hand didn't stop on her stomach. He slowly moved up until he was caressing her bare boob. A moan escaped her lips between kisses. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life! She could feel her small nipples harden like little pebbles. Her breathing became ragged. Mike then took his other hand and pulled one of her hands away from his neck. Taking the back of that hand, he guided it between his legs. She could feel his rock hard cock. Suddenly she started to panic. What was she supposed to do? She had never touched a boy there and had no idea how to do anything. What now? A tap on her shoulder made her jump. It was her brother! "We gotta get going." he whispered. Jane panicked. Her brother had no doubt seen Mike's hand under her jersey and he knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Part of her was grateful because he had "saved" her from a potential embarrassing situation due to her naivety but would he be mad at her for what she was doing? More importantly would he tell on her? She quickly stood as Mike pulled his hand from her breast. "Ah, err, um, I gotta get my things from Jill's room." she stammered and then ran out of the room. She threw on her sweatshirt and skirt and snatched her coat as she made her way to the door. Her brother was already there as was Mike and Jill. She looked at Mike almost expecting to see evidence of being hit by her brother but saw nothing. Mike approached her and, kissing her, said "See ya later?" Jane glanced at her brother to see his reaction. To her surprise, he leaned into Jill and kissed her! She looked back at Mike and, returning his kiss, answered, "I hope so." Her brother had also said something but she didn't know what and then the two siblings left. JANE GROWS UP – 5 As the two walked home, Jane glanced at her brother and noticed the tell tale bulge in his pants. She new that he was sporting an erection. After her experience at the party, she wanted to know more about erections and decided to ask her brother. She wasn't really interested in him but he was a boy and obviously had erections. "It doesn't mater if he thinks I'm dumb or not," she thought to herself. She tried to think of what words she could use to broach the subject. Not being able to think of a clever way to ask her question, she just started by stating, "Can I ask you something?" "If its about you being felt up, don't worry about it. If you want to be felt up, its up to you,"he answered. "...and if your worried about me saying anything to Mom or Dad, I won't." That wasn't what she wanted to talk about but she was somewhat relieved by his proclamation of silence. Still, though, she wanted to bring up her subject. After pondering for a moment, she blurted, "Do you have a hard on?" "Huh?" Ken exclaimed in shock. "What do you care? Its none of your business!" Seeing the conversation was getting her no where, she mumbled, "Are you going to jerk off when we get home?" Ken stopped short and looked at her in amazement. Not being able to think of any return, he shouted, "What?" Looking down at the ground, she softly repeated her question. Ken just stared at her as the question drilled into his mind. What was he supposed to say? What could he say? After a too long hesitation, he asked, "Why do you want to know?" Jane heard the anger leave his voice. Now she was at a loss for words. She couldn't tell him that she wanted to know how to jerk off a boy so she could jerk off Mike. Not being able to give him an answer, she continued with her questions. "Can I watch?" "What? Are you nuts?" Ken yelled. Jane knew that his yell was not one of anger. She had heard that tone too many times not to recognize it. Ken turned from her and started walking again. She caught up to him and walked in silence for a while. Seeing that they were almost home, Jane attempted to try another approach. "If I get naked for you can I?" "Ya, right," Ken muttered. "I'm serious!" Jane exclaimed. "I bet!" commented Ken as he put his key into the door and opened it. Without waiting for any more words from his sister, he walked in and went straight into his room, closing the door behind him. Jane walked into the house and sat down on the couch. As she did, the phone rang. It was her mother checking to make sure that Ken and she were home. The usual mother / daughter conversation ensued with the normal, "Did you have a good time?" and "Did you have fun?" questions. Jane courteously answered all the "third degree" questions that her mother could think of. Finally getting her mother to hang up, Jane went to her room. She laid on her bed deep in thought. After a few minutes, she got up and pulled off her skirt, sweatshirt, and jersey, leaving on just her tights. Her heart was beating fast. She didn't really want to get naked for her brother but she just had to more about cocks and he did have one of those. Feeling a little like a martyr, she walked to her brother's bedroom door. Deciding not to knock, she took a deep breath and opened it. Ken was already in bed and opened his mouth to yell at his sister for barging in when he saw that she was half naked. His mouth remained opened but no sound came out. "Well?" she said. Ken knew what she meant. He had thought that she had been joking and was not prepared at all for the situation. He said the first thing that came to mind. "You're not naked." Jane had already walked half way into the room when her brother finally spoke. She stopped. Feeling that her sacrifice was worth it, she hooked her thumbs into her tights and pushed. She looked at her brother and then continues to undress until her tights were in a heap on the floor and she stood naked before him. Her brother said nothing but continued to stare. She took another breath and walked to his bed grabbing the top of the blanket and sheet covering him. Seeing no further reaction, she pulled the covers down until they were at his knees. He was completely nude and his cock was sticking straight out. Jane sat on the bed and reached for the hard rod. Even though she had no idea what to expect, she was surprised at how hot it felt. She wrapped her hand around it and could feel its hardness. A soft moan escaped from her brother's lips. She knew from hearing others talk that she was supposed to move her hand up and down so she slowly started. "Am I doing it right?" she asked. "Uh-huh," Ken mumbled as he closed his eyes. This was the first girl to ever touch his cock. He beat off regularly but this felt different. He opened his eyes again and looked at the naked form sitting on his bed. Without even thinking, he reached for it. Jane felt Ken's hand touch her tit. Although her attention was mainly on the cock in her hand, she did notice that it felt nothing like when Mike had touched her. Mike's hand had really turned her on but this hand was "just there." Ken's hand lingered on her tit for a while and then started to drop lower. She was ready to push his hand away and then realized that she would really look stupid if she did. As his hand went lower, Jane became a little apprehensive. No boy had ever touched her pussy and now it was about to happen. She had always wondered what it would be like to have a boy's hand between her legs but never her brother's hand. Jane forced her mind to focus back on the cock in her hand. It was almost like a hot piece of metal but with a soft, smooth cover. She could hear Ken's ragged breathing. Suddenly he gasped and held his breath. "Is something wrong? Am I doing it wrong?" she thought. As soon as the thoughts popped into her mind the cock in her hand shot. White, sticky stuff spewed into the air and landed on her and her brother. Jane knew that it must be cum but she had never seen any. She watched in fascination as the eruption took place. After a few moments, the explosion subsided and she released the cock. "I gotta clean this stuff off," she muttered as she stood and left the room. Jane walked back into her room and shut the door. She scooped up a glob of the cum and examined it. It felt somewhat slimy to her but it felt nice also. Taking a tissue, she wiped off as best as she could and climbed into her bed. After all the events in the evening, she was tired and wanted to sleep but her body had other plans for her. She felt that tingling sensation her pussy produced so well. Her mind wandered back to when Mike was touching and kissing her. She was suddenly wide awake and horny. Her hand wandered to the wetness between her legs. Sleep could wait. She started rubbing as her other hand went to her tits and mimicked the movements that Mike had done earlier. She thought of her touching his hard cock. Orgasm hit her like a freight train plowing completely throughout her body. This had been the most powerful climax that she ever had. When it finally subsided, she couldn't even move. Mike's image entered her groggy mind. She couldn't wait to see him again. What a surprise she had in store for him. Jane finally fell asleep with her hand still between her legs.

Jenna in the Rain by Daring Burlinski was sitting at home, just relaxing one afternoon, when the phone rang. Still seated on the couch with my legs curled up under me, I lazily reached for the receiver. “Hello, Jenna…” answered a young male voice on the other end. It was Timmy! After a brief pause I replied, “Hi Timmy… what a surprise. Is there something you need?” I guess the teenager didn’t like my tone of voice as he said, “As a matter of fact, my friends and I want you to come over to my apartment right now!” “Oh dear, what’s the matter?” I asked, suddenly jumping to my feet. The boy only responded with words that sent a chill through my body: “Nothing’s wrong, Jenna. We were just bored.” And of course, Timmy and his friends being bored more often than not led to my humiliation and getting into all sorts of embarrassing situations. I still had the receiver cradled between my ear and shoulder as I strolled around the living room and nervously fidgeted with a button on my shirt. “Look, Timmy, I’m kind of busy later on so I really don’t have much time for your games,” I tried to sound in command and put off the inevitable request. He wasn’t very impressed. “Well I’m afraid you’re just going to have to come over anyway. The longer you make us wait, the more time we will have to plan something fun for you…” “All right, all right,” I found myself giving in as I edged closer to the window and pulled back the curtains. “But it’s raining outside!” There was a moment of silence, before Timmy said, “Yeah, it’s raining here, too. You better get here soon. And don’t bring an umbrella!” With that, the horrible little monster hung up the phone. I bit my lip in frustration. While I had no idea what he and his friends had in store for me and I really didn’t want to find out, the possibility of what they were plotting already had me very anxious. The longer I delayed, the worse it could be for me. And if I didn’t show up at all… well, Timmy had photos and videos of me, which I knew he would be very happy to share with the rest of the world. In the end, I pretty much had to do whatever he asked. Placing the telephone down, I walked back to the window once more and confirmed it was still raining. Oh it was warm outside, here in the middle of summer, and this was more like a gentle shower. But I did not relish the thought of my clothing getting soaked. I was dressed in a white blouse and a cute green plaid skirt that came down to just above my knees. Since I was asked not to use an umbrella, I figured any kind of rain gear was not allowed. They wanted me to arrive, just as I was dressed. I looked around the room and spotted my black heels on the floor. Boots might have been more practical, but I didn’t want to go back to my closet and pull out a pair. I didn’t want to waste any more time. Slipping my feet into the shoes, I immediately felt more sexy. Although I didn’t know why I wanted to look sexy for these twerps. Maybe I thought making me look taller, I would present myself as an adult young woman, and not be dominated by these teenagers. When I opened the door, I could hear the pitter-patter of the rain falling upon the sidewalk that passed in front of my house. Timmy lived at the other end of the street. So it would be a brisk walk down the block and then I would find out what this was all about. Of course, if the steady downpour persisted, I would be drenched from head to toe. I waited another minute, and then walked outside. As I mentioned, the temperature was pretty warm. The rain was probably more cool and refreshing, rather than a nuisance. Still, as the drops struck my skin and caused the fabric of my shirt to cling to my body, I couldn’t help but tremble. A strong breeze teased at lifting my skirt, reminding me what a short choice it was! I kept the pleated material pressed down with my hands and lowered my head, marching forward and determinedly to Timmy’s house. Wiping water from my eyes, I couldn’t reach his front porch fast enough. I jogged across the lawn in my now transparent blouse and short skirt, knocking hard on the door. My knees were locked together and I clutched my elbows in opposite hands. “Why, Jenna, you’re soaked!” the boy observed with an evil grin. Looking past the opened doorway I could just make out several of his friends goofing around. “So, are you going to let me in or what?” Timmy continued to block my way and said, “And now you are inviting yourself into my house? Hmmm… well, if I let you come inside as my guest, you have to agree to do whatever we say. Deal?” “Um…” I started and looked fretfully over my shoulder. He had trapped me! Made me run all the way over here in the rain, and now I wanted nothing more than to get inside and dry off! “All right, Timmy. Just for a little while… I’ll do what you say.” The boy took a step back and allowed me into the entry hallway. I was making little puddles on the floor, and I knew my hair must be a mess. What I really needed was a good towel, and hoped I could head straight for the bathroom. “No, no, Jenna,” Timmy spoke to me like a child. “I can’t have you tracking water through the house.” My eyes went wide as I clutched my hands in front of my chest. I could see Tommy and his friend, and a couple of more teenage boys staring down the hall to get a look at me. In an effort improve the situation, I un-tucked my blouse from my skirt and started ringing out the ends. Timmy shook his head as I squeezed more water onto the floor. “You’ll have to take off your clothes…” “What? No!” I cried. “Please don’t make me strip in front of your friends!” At this point, Tommy walked over with a shopping bag in his hands. He looked over my wet twenty-four year old body and addressed me, “Well, I’ll tell you what, Jenna. The main reason we asked you to come over here today is because we wanted you to try on this bikini we picked out for you.” I looked from Timmy to Tommy, and saw that the other boys were crowding in the hallway. “Yeah, I think it would appropriate for you to slip out of those wet things and put on your new bathing suit,” Timmy continued. Doubtful, I shifted my gaze to the bag. “Oh, but I don’t know. I mean…” My teenage neighbor remained firm in his wishes saying, “You can either put on the bikini, Jenna, or you can strip down to your skin right here!” “Oh my… well, can I at least have some privacy and change in the bathroom?” Timmy pondered this for a moment before agreeing. But he said that I had to hand out each article of clothing as I disrobed. I blushed when he talked about me taking off my clothes, and some of the boys whistled. At least I would be wearing a bikini so I guess it wouldn’t be that bad. They led me carefully down the hall, Timmy and Tommy each taking a hand. Thus, I could do nothing to prevent their friends from lifting up my skirt to sneak a peek at my panties! Someone even pinched my butt… I was so embarrassed! I was allowed to take the shopping bag with me as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Finally I had a chance to catch my breath, away from all those leering eyes! Hand on my chest, I could feel my heart beating faster. There was really nothing left to do now but start unbuttoning my shirt. Once I peeled it off, I shyly opened the bathroom door to find five teenage boys waiting with eager smiles. As promised, I held out the blouse that was still quite moist, and it speedily slipped from my fingers. Standing in my lacy bra, I felt really nervous, but a little excited too. Without a word, I closed the door again and leaned my back against it. The bra I was wearing had a button clasp that opened in the front. Another deep breath, my flat tummy sucked in, and I popped open the clasp with my thumb. The cups separated and fell to either side, leaving my bare breasts to bounce free. I was surprised to look down and see my nipples were already hardening. “Oh no!” I gasped even as I reached around to pull the straps off my shoulders. Now completely topless, I was really excited. Running a finger around the areola, I watched the stiff pink buds point toward the ceiling. Then I realized that I still had to face the boys! All I could do was wrap an arm across my body, hugging my boobs tight and shielding the signs of my arousal. With my free hand, the one clutching my bra, I opened the door again. “Thanks, I’ll take that!” Timmy said as he snatched the flimsy material from my grasp. The sudden snake-like movement took me by surprise and my reflex was to bring up my now empty hand to cup my jiggling breasts. I shifted my other hand as well so that both hands effectively hid my tits. But I’m pretty sure they caught a glimpse of a flash in the transition. “You must have gotten chilly on your walk over here,” one of the boys laughed. A rosy pink blush spread across my stomach. I quickly turned around and ducked back into the bathroom, kicking the door shut with the back of my heel. It then occurred to me that I didn’t have to get completely nude before I put on the bikini. Timmy only said that I must hand out each article of clothing as I disrobe. He said nothing about not getting dressed in the process. I wasn’t sure if this would displease him, but I didn’t give it any more thought. Dropping my hands to my sides, I walked over and picked up the shopping bag. I reached inside and fished around until I pulled out the bikini top. Wow… this was some tiny top! I had to look back inside the bag to make sure I had the whole thing. Twisting it in my hands, looking at it in the light, I tried to figure out how it would go on. Or how it would possibly keep me covered. Boy, this was some bathing suit they had picked out! It was pale gold, and looked like it consisted of two diamond shaped scraps of material that could conceal my breasts, connected by some string. Using the mirror as a reference guide, I found that I could catch my boobs in the top, and then tie it off behind my neck. I did just that and saw that in fact, the diamond patches of material really only covered my nipples. All the flesh of my swelling breasts was exposed. And it didn’t help that I was making two very pointy indentations in the fabric! Still, it was better than nothing. I took a moment to walk a few paces in the bathroom, to make sure it stayed on, and that my pink bits didn’t slip out. Finally, I was convinced that in spite of how skimpy it was, the bikini top was secure. So I stood in front of the mirror again and began to lower the zipper on my skirt. My body shuddered as the material slid down my legs, and then I carefully lifted my feet out of the plaid piece of clothing. I picked it up and held it in front of my crotch, hesitating before opening the door. There came a knock, and then a boy’s voice, “Are you almost done in there?” This caused me to obediently turn and pull the knob toward me, just enough to stick my face out. I pushed my arm through, dangling the skirt invitingly, which Timmy grabbed. Instinctively, I dropped my hand over the crotch of my panties. “Just… just a moment, boys. I’m almost dressed…” That was laugh! Dressed in so little, it seemed. As the teenagers grumbled, anxious to see me displayed in the bathing suit picked out for me, I shut myself in the bathroom once more. I was down to the last item for removal. Pausing by the mirror, I combed my hair out, straightening the ends that had become frazzled by the rain. Then in one swift motion, I hooked my thumbs in my underwear and tugged them off my legs. I placed the panties on the counter and reached into the shopping bag. Holding the strings of the tiny bottoms between my hands, I could only shake my head. There was hardly anything here at all! Embarrassingly, I had to grip the very light material between my legs as I tied first one side at my hip, and then the other. I discovered that the diamond shaped front snugly cupped my vulva, but then the material thinned considerably as it ran like thong up my ass crack, narrowly covering my pussy lips from behind! What was worse, I was certainly not, um, prepared for a skimpy bikini like this, and wisps of my black pubic hair peeked out of the top. I tried to pull the front higher, but only achieved giving myself a frontal wedgie… pulling the fabric deeper into my slit! I took a few gingerly steps forward, wondering what kind of person this suit was made for. As the silky material sawed easily over my sensitive folds of skin, I found it was not uncomfortable, but more like being caressed down there. When I tried to adjust the strings, I realized there was not a thing covering my butt cheeks. It might have been better if I was bottomless! At any rate, I would have to be careful how I moved. So I calmed myself as best I could, and then slowly opened the bathroom door. The boys allowed me to walk out into the hallway. Almost immediately there were whistles and comments as there was nothing about my curvy body left to the imagination. Shyly, I kind of placed one hand on my bare stomach, while playing with a wet strand of hair hooked behind my ear. Timmy eyed me up and down, but had a frown on his face. “When was the last time you wore heels to the pool or the beach, Jenna?” “I wasn’t going to the pool or the beach,” I replied. “Well, they don’t go with that bathing suit,” Timmy informed me. “Take off your shoes.” Here I was, standing in the hallway of my neighbor’s house, surrounded by five teenage boys, and desperately trying to maintain some dignity in this minimal bikini. The last thing I wanted to do was show more skin. And I also felt that giving up my heels would represent yielding even more of my adult status. But I already said I would do whatever they asked, and I guess there was no real harm in going barefoot. So I very carefully squatted down, undoing the straps at each of my ankles. When I stood up again, I was able to slip my toes from the shoes and Tommy reached down to pick them up. I hoped he would be careful with them! Conscious now of everyone staring at my legs, I kind of clasped my hands behind my back, blushing from the attention. We started moving toward the living room, and with two boys behind me, I really had no choice but to shuffle along. Timmy and his friends piled onto one of the couches, but I was told to stand in the middle of the room. They wanted me to model the bathing suit for them! First they had me reach my arms to the sky, then stand on the tips of my toes. Place my hands on my head… then turn around so they could get a good look at me from behind. It was all very embarrassing, although I had to admit that part of me was turned on as well. They asked me to face forward again, and I saw that one of the boys had a camera and had been snapping pictures. More images to add to Timmy’s collection, I guess. With my hands back at my sides, my teenage neighbor approached me. Since I was standing flat-footed, he was a little taller than me. I watched as Timmy slowly reached out his arm, his fingers coming teasingly close to my crotch. And then he took a few strands of my pubes peeking out of the bikini bottoms between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh!” I gasped. “What’s this?” Timmy asked mischievously. After a gentle tug, I answered, “Mmmm… my pubic hair!” “Your what?” he asked again so that his friends could hear. “My bush, OK! Please don’t… this bathing suit is too small, and it doesn’t cover my bush!” I felt my face turn bright red talking about such a thing. “Maybe Jenna doesn’t like the bikini,” Tommy called out from the couch. One of the other boys suggested I take it off! Well, as soon as Timmy let go of me, both my hands shot to cover my crotch. I rubbed the front of one foot behind my other leg, wondering what they would make me do next. Timmy proceeded to walk around me, coming to regard me from behind. I closed my eyes, afraid that he was going to untie the knot at the back of my neck, essentially letting the bikini top fall free. In fact, he even ran his hand down my slick brown hair. But then he let his fingers wander down to rest at the sides of my hips. Now I wondered if he was going to untie the bikini bottoms in front of his friends! Instead, he gave the strings a yank up, causing the fabric to dig deeper into my pussy. “Ooooh!” I squealed, rising to my toes, my arms springing out like airplane wings. “I think I like this bathing suit on Jenna,” Timmy announced. “One thing is, it makes it very easy to give her a spanking!” And then the teenager started to slap my bare ass, his hand making a playful smacking sound as it came into contact with my skin. My boobs bounced around from the paddling, threatening to pop free. This, and the fact that the narrow strip of material was rubbing against my clitoris, caused me to moan with pleasure. Just as I was about to start building toward an orgasm, Timmy ended his spanking, which left me both relieved and frustrated. I know my skin was flushed, and beads of perspiration trickled down my tummy. As the boy rejoined his friends on the couch, I couldn’t help but rub my tender rear. “I think Jenna has had enough punishment,” he said. “I think it’s time for her to cool off a little, and test out that new bikini.” The boys jumped off the couch, laughing and cheering. I was a little unsure what this meant, and I brought by hands to my mouth. They left me standing in the living room, barefoot and bikini-clad, while Timmy and his friends ran through the house. Cautiously, I started to move forward as well, suddenly wondering where my clothes were, and if I had any means of getting them back. Timmy greeted my again by the hall that led to the front door. “All right, Jenna, are you ready to get wet?” “What exactly do you mean?” I asked a little breathless. The teenager only shook his head, clearly frustrated that I answered his question with a question. “Just go outside…” “What!” I exclaimed. “But I don’t want people to see me in this skimpy outfit… And it’s still raining!” “That’s the point. And what better to wear when it's raining than a bathing suit!” Timmy looked at me shrewdly. “Or would you rather be wearing your Birthday Suit? Because if you don’t go outside right now, I’m going to ask you to give me back the bikini.” Well, I definitely did not want to strip naked. I turned my head to look at the door, then back at Timmy waiting for my decision. With a sigh, I told him I would walk outside. Although I asked if we could do this in the back yard, but he insisted I stay on the front lawn! So I padded down the hall in my bare feet, absently trying to pick the thong out of my ass. I opened the front door and saw that there was no one else around. Timmy had already left to join his friends. It was a soft drizzle by now, and the sky seemed to be brightening, if just a little. The first drops actually felt nice as they hit my arms. I walked down the steps into the rain, looking left and right to make sure no one was coming down the street. It was so embarrassing to be out here, wearing so little and I had a lot on display! My breasts heaved and my butt jiggled as I moved onto the grass. Of course the wet blades tickled the bottoms of my feet and made me shiver. In a way, I was feeling kind of excited to be dressed in such a daring bikini in the middle of the neighborhood. Then I noticed the large picture window, which apparently looked out from the den. As I suspected, five teenage faces were pressed against the glass. I could also see Timmy gesturing for me to move closer. I looked over my shoulder apprehensively, and then walked across the lawn until I was square in front of the window. It was then that something strange started to happen. As the gentle rain continued to beat down on me, my body started to tingle. Well, not my entire body… just those parts that were actually covered by the bikini. I really didn’t know what was going on, as I placed my hands on my head and spun around in confusion. Now the fabric, the diamond shape patches of material that concealed my nipples and crotch were positively itching! It felt like there were bees buzzing all over my skin, and I pinched at the delicate bathing suit. “Ooooh, aaahhh! Mmmmph…” I squirmed and danced on the front lawn a few moments more before I could no longer stand it. Reaching behind my neck, my fingers found the knot and began untying it. Not that I had any control at this point, just a burning need to get this bikini top off me! It felt like it was sizzling! When the strings were undone, not caring who might be watching, I tore the top loose and threw it on the ground. My nipples were rock hard and sticking straight out, but other than the evidence of my arousal, there was no sign of a rash or irritation. Suddenly looking at the boys in the window, I covered up my boobs and hunched over. Timmy must have found the latch, because he was able to slide the wide pane outward. Enough that he could call out, “What’s the matter, Jenna?” Now I kept my legs together, with my feet at odd angles so that my toes faced each other. I was still having a problem below where my crotch was itching. And it felt like someone had poured hot sauce down my butt crack. I actually had to use both hands to scratch my cheeks and futilely pick at the thong. My bare breasts bounced wildly in front of the boys. “Nice tits!” Tommy laughed. “What… What’s happening?” I asked in extreme discomfort, trying not to rub my privates. Timmy leaned out the window and motioned me to come closer. “It’s the rain, you see. That is a special material you are wearing, chemically altered to cause a reaction when exposed to water. Pretty ironic for a bikini, don’t you think?” The summer drizzle persisted, falling on my bare back, raindrops glistening on my uncovered boobs and stomach. “You mean this was like a novelty gag gift? A joke?” “We’re still waiting for the punch-line,” one of the boys said eagerly. I bounced up and down on my toes, not wanting to go through with this. I couldn’t believe they had tricked me into putting on a defective bathing suit, and had even gotten me to activate the allergic reaction by walking out into the rain! But it was too late, and the material making contact with my skin was driving me crazy… “Oh, this is so humiliating!” I cried as my fingers worked on the first knot at my hip. In mere seconds, I had untied my bikini bottoms completely and whisked them off. There was a moment of relief as the itching had stopped. I placed my hand on my stomach as my breathing eased, and wiped rainwater out of my eyes with other hand. And then I realized I was standing totally naked in Timmy’s front yard! I spun around and faced the street, covering my breasts and bush. Of course this gave the teenage boys an ample view of my bare butt! Unsure of what to do, I started heading for the door. I wanted to run and get inside, but I had to be careful so I wouldn’t slip and fall on my ass. So it was more like me stepping daintily over the grass on my bare toes while I shielded my nipples with one arm, and held a hand between my legs. But when I arrived on the stoop and tried the doorknob, I found it was locked! Frustrated I turned around again and marched back onto the lawn, my boobs bouncing slick and wet. I walked right up to the window and tried to plead my case. “Please let me back in, Timmy! Look… I have no clothes on out here, and…” Suddenly a car blared its horn as it passed by the house. Startled, I spun around showing the teens my rear end once more, which made them cheer. A little shaken, I clasped a hand over my mouth while hooking strands of hair behind my ear. Slowly I turned around again, giving my tormentors a full frontal display of my body. Timmy leered at me for a minute, and then said, “Well you know, Jenna, I’d like to let you back inside, but there’s a couple of things I’d like you to do for us first.” “What… what do you mean?” I asked, nervous as well as embarrassed. In reply, the front door suddenly opened and I turned my head to see one of the boys walking toward me. He was dressed in a bright yellow overcoat and big boots. With his umbrella in one hand, he was completely unaffected by the rain. Yet here I stood dripping wet and naked. Self-consciously, I lowered my hands to place them both over my pussy. I also noticed that the young man was carrying a bucket. This, he dropped on the ground at my feet, and then took a stroll around me to gaze at my bare bottom. I just closed my eyes and thought I would die of shame. At least he didn’t touch. Soon, I came to my senses and looked back at the faces smiling at me from the window. “What is this all about?” I asked, pointing at the bucket, but still keeping one hand in front of my crotch. The teenager had returned to join his friends in the den, and Tommy answered, “You will see that we provided a wash cloth, sponge, and a nice bar of soap. And since you already took off all your clothes…” “Wait a minute!” I cried, pausing to peer over me shoulder. “You guys tricked me! And now you want me to take a shower outside in the rain?” “Yeah, this should be pretty entertaining,” Timmy said. “Now start lathering up, or we just might leave you outside in the nude!” Oh! This was really bad… I was outside my neighbor’s house in the middle of the day, totally exposed. And the rain continued to fall gently on my body until I was slick and shiny. I bit my lip and regarded the pail that was left for me. What choice did I have? I guess the sooner I washed myself, the sooner I could get back inside and dressed again. Aware of the eyes of five teenagers on me, I kind of side stepped and bent down at my knees, while cradling my tits in one arm. Crouched down, I didn’t even look inside the bucket, but felt around with my fingers until I found the soap. Then I stood up again, holding the white bar in front of my bush. Modesty was no use… they were going to see everything. So I took a deep breath, and lifted my face to the overcast sky. I started making soft soapy circles around my stomach. It wasn’t long before I started gyrating my hips in sensual motions as I scrubbed down my legs all the way to my toes. Then I turned around so I was facing the street, which was thankfully quiet for the moment. I proceeded to rub the soap along my arms and my hips, finally squeezing my curvy ass cheeks. And then I thought of a great idea. When I had lathered up my chest real good, I took a handful of suds and placed it on my crotch. Working fast, I continued to foam up the soap and spread it across my breasts. I had effectively covered my frontal nudity! Now I spun around to show the teenagers how I outsmarted them. I even spread my legs shoulder-width apart and stuck my arms out at either side of me. I was totally naked, yet it was like I was wearing a bikini made of soapsuds! Unfortunately, even as I smiled in self-satisfaction, the rain fell steadily and I was starting to loose my covering. “Ooooh,” I moaned as I tried to lather up my boobs again with the ever-shrinking bar of soap. Soon I was down to just using my hands, and found that I was openly playing with my tits in Timmy’s front yard. I cupped the swelling mounds and bounced them up and down, teasing and flicking my nipples. This felt so good! I even wiggled my ass as I bent my knees, my hands roaming all over my body. But when I lowered my eyes, I saw that the last of the suds had been washed away and my crotch was on display. Even more embarrassing, beneath my black bush, the excitement had caused my pussy lips to part. Trying to regain some measure of decency, I placed a palm over my vulva. “That was a nice show,” Timmy informed me. “But there’s one more thing we’d like you to do before we let you back inside.” Self-consciously looking over my shoulder, I shook my head to clear my eyes of rainwater. What else could they want me to do, wash my hair? Timmy told me to search the bucket once more, and I found it was more like the exact opposite. The boys didn’t want me to shampoo my hair, but take it off… only, not the hair on my head. Inside the bucket there was a ladies razor and some shaving cream. I asked Timmy if I did this act, would he promise to let me in the house. He said he promised, but I remained unconvinced. What was it with wanting to shave my pubic hair? I guess it was a control thing, just another way for the boys to dominate me. Or maybe it was the ultimate finish to stripping me naked, so that not even my womanly fleece could cover my pink bits. Stalling for time, I asked if I could do it inside. But no, after making me stand out here for another minute while they discussed that option, Tommy came back and said I had to shave my pussy outdoors. Well this was certainly something I had never done before! I nervously glanced over my bare shoulder again, and then took a couple of steps toward the bucket. I was completely nude out here, and I knew cars could come racing down the street at any moment. That probably made me decide to just get this over with. I grabbed the can and squirted a healthy dose of the foamy gel into my hand. This, I then applied to my lower stomach below my belly button, and smeared the cream further down and between my thighs. I had to hurry before the falling rain washed it off my body, but I also didn’t want to rush and cut myself. So taking a deep breath, I found the razor and started to scrape away my bush. My labia were already pretty clean, I just had a triangle of pubic hair that sprouted above the lips. I kept my head down, eyes on my work, but I knew the boys were enjoying the view of me touching those intimate places as I dragged the blade up and across in repeated strokes. I was kind of positioned in a semi-squat, with feet planted in the grass and legs bent and tummy sucked in. It must have been quite a sight from behind, my butt clenching with the motions! After rinsing off the razor blade a couple of times in the bucket that had collected the rainwater, I pretty much finished the job. I used the sponge to pat down my now hairless pubic mound, blushing the whole time. The one thing I kept telling myself was that it would be over soon, I could get back inside and finally get dressed. Then the blaring honk of a car horn nearly made me jump! I turned around just in time to see the red taillights speeding down the street. I also noticed that the rain had pretty much let up, and there was even a break in the clouds. It was just me, standing totally naked on my neighbor’s front lawn… Quickly, I threw everything back into the pail the boys had provided for me, and grabbed the handle. With my other hand, I shyly cupped my pussy, then dashed across the wet grass until I reached Timmy’s front door. Since I was no longer in front of the window, I figure the boys would hurry over to let me inside. In the meantime, another car drove down the road and there was nothing I could do about my bare ass on display. Now I was really embarrassed so I knocked loudly on the door, calling for Timmy to open up. Of course this meant, I was no longer using that hand to cover myself! “Calm down, Jenna!” the teenager said as he finally pulled the door open, eyeing my nude body. Scolded, I kind of hung my head a little, and also let my arms dangle at my sides. I was afraid that my clitoris was fairly erect, but hopefully the boys wouldn’t notice. Timmy asked me if I was nice and clean. “Yes, Timmy…” I answered meekly. “Can I get dressed now, before anyone else sees me?” The boy continued to stand in the doorway, preventing me from entering the house. “You know, it looks like the sun is starting to come out. Besides, you’re much too wet to let inside right now.” Even as he spoke the words, I felt my nipples hardening, at the thought of my nudity being prolonged. I also knew that I would soon be wet in other places. As I brought my hands up slowly to cover my breasts, I asked Timmy what he had in mind. “Just go around and meet us in the backyard.” With that, Timmy slammed the door in my face. I was left to shiver for a moment, hugging my dripping naked body. Then I realized that I had no choice, since all my clothes were locked inside the house. Lifting my face to the sky, I saw that the clouds were indeed breaking up, and rays of sunlight tingled warm on my bare skin. I slicked my hair back with a hand and then bounced down the steps. I stayed close to the house as I made my way around the side. In a way, I would be glad to be out of view from the traffic on the street. The ground was still wet, so I was cautious as I stepped over the blades of grass tickling my bare toes. The sensations I was feeling due to being naked outside was pretty incredible, in spite of the embarrassing circumstances. By the time I actually reached the backyard, I was getting kind of horny. This meant that I walked out into the open without bothering to cover up. The boys were all watching me as I approached, my full breasts bouncing and my pink pussy totally exposed. I guess I may have let down my guard. When I stopped into the middle of the yard, Tommy and Timmy and their friends slowly circled around me. With the boys taking in every inch, every curve of my body, Timmy faced me and said, "Hold your arms out, straight in front of you…" I did as instructed, and stood with my hands held out palms up, almost as if I was about to receive a gift. In spite of myself, I giggled, which caused my bare tits and butt to bounce. Suddenly, in a flash, Timmy whipped out a pair of handcuffs… seemingly from out of nowhere… and expertly slapped them on my wrists. "Oh my!" I gasped in shock, as these were no kiddie cuffs, but cold steel around my skin. Unable to break fee, I let my hands fall in front of my body, coming to rest on my smooth shaved pubic mound. One of the boys behind me placed a hand on my lower back, just above the crack of my ass, and pressed me forward. As I took a few steps over the grass, Tommy was at my side and explained, "We're bringing you over to that tree." I saw the large maple in the backyard that he was talking about. It had a canopy of broad of leaves, which provided some nice shade beneath the branches. More interestingly, I noticed that there were blocks of wood nailed into one side of the trunk, as if they were making a tree fort. There was also a three-foot long shaft of metal embedded in the bark, and sticking out like a flagpole. It was beneath this protrusion that the teenagers led me. Looking up, I saw that the metal spike was about a foot over my head. Timmy then told me to raise my arms and hook the links of the cuffs over it. A little embarrassed, I stretched my arms skyward, giving the boys a full frontal display. Even standing on my tiptoes, I came up just a little short. However, my neighbor and his friend Tommy were clearly out of patience, and proceeded to give me a boost by squeezing my round butt cheeks and lifting. "Oooh!" I squealed, even bending my knees up and out. Sure enough, they were able to get my wrists hooked over the metal pole. I was suspended totally naked, my toes only just touching the ground. As I twisted from side to side, trying to gain a more secure foothold, I stretched my legs forward a little, which only resulted in parting them. This left my pink folds of skin below on display, and I know my clitoris was poking out of its hood. Finally, I decided to stop putting up a fight, and just hung there blushing. Satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, the boys then departed and head back toward the house. They disappeared through the back door, leaving me nude and vulnerable. At least they hadn't gagged me. But completely stretched out like this, my humiliation was in my body's excited state, with nipples hard and quivering. Even worse, I could feel my pussy pulsing as if the slightest touch would set me off. Unfortunately, my hands were bound above my head, so I had no way of manipulating my pink parts. Moments later, Timmy and his friends emerged from the house. One of them looked like he was carrying a tripod and a video camera! The other four boys were toting those super-soaker water cannons!! I squirmed a little beneath the tree, but kept my legs closed and ankles locked together. Helplessly I watched as the equipment was set up, and the teenagers took their positions… lined up like a firing squad about ten feet in front of me. "Jenna, this is going to be your final punishment of the day," Timmy announced. "Do you have any last words?" I looked at the teenagers staring at my naked body, and then said to Timmy, "Alright, boys, I think this has gone far enough… how about you take me down and let me get dressed?" That was when the first blast of water hit me! It was icy cold as the stream struck my bare stomach, causing me to yelp and kick my legs out. So much for modesty and trying to hide my bald pussy from the camera! And then another blast hit my body from another direction. This stream was more concentrated, and it traced a line like a laser up my chest and around my nipples. The water stopped for a second, allowing me to catch my breath and look down to see my crotch glistening. And then someone let loose a spray directly in my face causing me to close my eyes and sputter. Two more streams had me wiggling and dancing on my toes. My wet boobs bounced around wildly. Slowly, the concentration of the water converged, and the boys started directing their aim lower and lower. I curled my toes and clenched my fists, trying to prepare myself for the inevitable blast. They teased around my bellybutton and watched my tits jiggle, and then their line of fire dropped. A jet stream hit my exposed pussy, and my whole body shook! "Aaaahhh!!!" I cried as the water struck the sensitive folds of skin. The boys were able to adjust the canon nozzles and fine-tune the steady flow. Soon it was like having my bare slit right in front of those jets in a pool or a hot tub. Furthermore, they were able to maneuver and direct the arc of water so that it was massaging my labia, and tickling my clitoris. Whether they knew it or not, one of the boys hit my special spot! "Oh yes, yes!" I screamed with pleasure, and now I wished they had gagged my mouth. "Oh, oh… Don't stop!" Now I eagerly spread my legs and presented an inviting target. I wasn't sure if Timmy and his friends were still aiming for my pussy as they continued to soak my entire body. But every now and then the stream of water would hit me down there, bringing me closer to the edge of an outdoor orgasm! Finally, I couldn't hold out any more, and I began bucking my hips while suspended by handcuffs. With a loud moan of desire, I started to cum. Luckily I had been squealing and squirming the whole time, so I don't know if the boys could tell what was happening. Also, as they continued the watery assault, they effectively rinsed off my body and cleaned away any juices running down my leg. At last, I shuddered and let my limbs go slack, and lowered my head. Almost like it was a signal that they had finished me off, they boys turned down their water rifles. For a moment they let me hang there in silence as a wide puddle collected at my feet. I was a mix of emotions, and still a little light-headed. I mean I was pretty embarrassed, but at the same time I kind of enjoyed it. And then Timmy and Tommy were on either side of me, each taking a hold of my wrists, gradually sliding me toward the end of the metal shaft in the tree. Of course, they also assisted by planting their palms on my butt cheeks and pushing me off the spike. I landed with my bare feet flat on the ground. "Um… thank you," I said awkwardly. The teenage boys watched as I tried to use my hands cuffed together to wring out the ends of my hair. Blushing under their scrutiny, I finally lowered my arms, fists in front of my dripping crotch. I turned to Timmy, and asked if he had the key to unlock these handcuffs. "Hmmm… I seem to have misplaced them, Jenna!" the boy answered deviously. I was shocked and spun around so they all had a look at my naked backside. "Timmy, how could you?" "Oh wait," my neighbor suddenly said, tapping his chin. "I just remembered that yesterday morning, I snuck over to your house and left the handcuff keys under your front door mat." "Well what good does that do me here?" I asked exasperated. Tommy shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I guess you'll just have to go home now to get those cuffs off you." My eyes went wide, as I realized what they were suggesting, or were about to suggest. This whole thing had been a set-up… getting me stripped, shaved, and having an orgasm on videotape! And now they were going to send me back home! "But… but, my clothes!" I pleaded. "Can't I get dressed first?" "Now how are you going to dress yourself, with your hands locked up?" Timmy teased. "Besides, you're still much too wet to come inside my house. It seems you haven't been able to stay dry all day!" "But…" "That's right, get your butt back home!" one of the boys laughed. "We have some interesting videos to review." And with that, the five teenagers trudged back to the house with all their toys. I was left standing alone in the back yard. When I heard the door close behind them and lock, I took a deep breath, and started moving around the side of Timmy's house. With not even a scrap of clothing, I delicately lifted my legs and stepped through the grass, I was going to have to jog home in the nude. At least my wrists weren't cuffed with my arms behind my back. In this way, I was somewhat able to hide my tits and fold my hands over my bald pussy. Nonetheless, my bare butt jiggled and bounced like crazy as I hurried down the street. Cars blared their horns as I streaked the distance between Timmy's house and mine. Sometimes people would roll down their windows and yell stuff at me, or whistle. I mean, it wasn't that bad since it was still a lazy Saturday afternoon. But still, a lot of people saw me, and I was totally naked! Well, when I reached my house, I discover the small key for the handcuffs underneath the mat… just like Timmy said. I wasted not time, and unlocked the binding cuffs, throwing the cold metal to the ground. Standing with my ass facing the street, I gingerly rubbed my wrists, which were a little sore. And then I reached to open my front door. My keys! Suddenly I realized that I had left my keys with all my clothes back at Timmy's house! Putting my hands to my head in despair, I spun around just as a couple of kids were riding their bikes down the block. Their eyes went wide at my display of full frontal nudity. I blushed, and put a palm over my crotch while trying to hide my erect nipples. I guess there was nothing much I could do. I would have to walk all the way back to Timmy's house, and hope he would let me have my things. At least my body was dry now. Well, except for one spot… THE END

Jenna 05, Final Day byPickFiction© orning came far too early. It always does on vacation when you're sleeping so well. On the other hand, when you're on vacation at a beautiful resort, you don't want to waste your money and time sleeping. And thirdly, when you've had the week Robert and Jenna had experienced, you're anxious to see what this last day might have in store. Lars and Astrid had hinted, even suggested that they didn't have to wait until evening to have the kind of fun they'd been having. As enticing as that sounded, Jenna wasn't sure, after the activities of the last few days, with Lars, Mario, Edgar, and finally, Robert, every night after the others, that her body could endure more, as ecstatic and satisfying as all of it had been. Of course, there was this evening, too, with whatever the resort had planned for the final day. She'd heard other guests mention, always with a suggestive smile, that it would be different and very erotic. Hearing that caused her to tingle ... and tremble. What more could she be lured into doing? Whatever it might be, Robert would be doing it too. Well, that wasn't totally true since he wouldn't be doing exactly what she was doing, of course. "You awake?" she asked the naked man lying beside her. "Only if you want to have sex," the muffled voice said. "Robert, it was only a few hours ago," Jenna giggled, pressing against Robert's warm body. "I guess," he grumbled. "But there's a beautiful and incredibly sexy nude woman in my bed. My instinct says, 'fuck her.'" "Robert, watch your tongue," she scolded but couldn't keep from laughing. As she said that, she felt Robert's hand probing between her legs. "Oh, shit," she squealed, rolling off the bed and onto the floor, striving to avoid that hand. "I think Astrid did something to your libido. I'm getting cold water to pour on you." She jumped up, heading for the bathroom. "I'll get up and be good," he groaned, throwing the covers back. He saw Jenna heading toward him, a plastic cup in her hand. "Jenna, don't," but it was too late, the cold water splashing off his chest and running down his belly and legs. "That should cause that thing to shrivel up," she laughed, obviously proud of surprising him. Before she could move, Robert tackled her, throwing her down and holding her arms. She squirmed as he began kissing through her cleavage, down her stomach and belly, and into that muff where he so enjoyed playing. "Robert, don't you dare. We have to ..." But she was too late as his tongue was already at work, her resistance instantly evaporating. She couldn't keep her hips from undulating in time with his tongue. She hated that she was moaning helplessly, unable to resist what was happening to her. "Hurry," she groaned, her hips twisting as his lips and tongue had their way with her. "We have to get to BREAKFAST," she ended up screaming as her body spasmed in the throes of her orgasm. Robert sat up, a conquering smile on his face. "Bastard," she gasped, struggling to catch her breath. "Go take a shower. Your face is a mess." Robert jumped up quickly when he saw Jenna eying his cock; her look telling him she was up to no good. He did extend his hand to help her stand, both sets of eyes acknowledging their truce. "I owe you one," she grumbled, struggling to keep from grinning. "Anytime, babe." "That's not what I mean, and you know it. I owe you a tormenting." "Babe, you torment me every time you take your clothes off." "Is everything about sex with you, Robert?" she giggled. "And stop looking at me that way, pervert. We need to get ready." They showered, dressed, and headed for the usual delicious breakfast. As they were eating, Jenna said, "I hope you like a little chunk. I stopped in the spa yesterday, and I've gained two pounds." "You mean all the activities we've been involved in haven't kept pace?" "What? "I've heard that the sex act burns two-hundred calories." Jenna picked up a piece of bacon, waved it in front of Robert, and ate it. "Last night with you," she laughed. "Tonight is still on the plate. The rest is 'chunk.' But I'm loving it." The look Robert got made him realize why he loved her. Jenna took another bite of bacon, savoring how Robert was looking at her. The warmth that filled her body was simply his love, enveloping her. She felt blessed and was sorry their time away from the 'normal' was nearly over. Her reverie was about to be interrupted. "Good morning," Astrid called as she approached their table. "Got room for us?" The beautiful blond sat down, followed by her international soccer-playing husband, Lars. The two couples had struck a wonderful friendship ... with benefits, Astrid had said. "What are you guys up to today?" she asked as they ordered breakfast. "No idea," Jenna answered, looking to Robert for confirmation. "Since it's the last day, we need to hit the beach one last time." "For sure," Robert confirmed. Astrid glanced at Lars. "I think we'll do that too." Jenna checked the smile on Robert's face, sure he was anticipating seeing the beautiful Astrid naked one more time. Her eyes swung to Lars, and he was looking at her, a very knowing smile on his face. She couldn't keep from blushing as his blue eyes locked on her body. She knew he was seeing right through her clothing. She loved Robert more than life itself, but having the Swede, an international soccer star, look at her like he was still made her tingle, and her breathing get faster and more shallow. "You guys doing the 'activities' tonight?" Astrid questioned. Jenna noted the slightly evil smile on the blond's face. "We thought we would since it's the last night, but now that I see that smile, I'm getting suspicious. You guys going?" Astrid glanced at Lars. "Oh, yes. We WILL be there." "Uh-oh," Jenna said, eying Astrid suspiciously. "Is there more that we should know?" It was Lars' turn to contribute. "The last night is always a little special." The grin on his face did nothing to reassure Jenna, who was beginning to wonder what "special" meant. "You guys were here last year. What did you do then?" She wasn't going to back off. Lars winked at Astrid. "They might want to do it again this year, so I don't want to spoil it for you guys." Jenna hrumped. "You guys are impossible." "If you don't want to do it, babe, just say so, and we'll figure something." "Yeah, we'll figure something," Lars repeated, wiggling his eyebrows at Jenna and chuckling. "What do you think, Robert? Could we find something to do? Anything?" Astrid emphasized as she slid her chair closer to him, licking her lips seductively and tossing her ponytail. She leaned back in the chair, stretching her T-shirt tight against her ample breasts. She couldn't restrain a giggle when she did that. "We're all getting a little weird," Jenna said, looking around to make sure no one was watching their show. "Whatever it is tonight, Lars and I will be right in the middle, and you two should be as well. It will be wild, I'm sure, but exciting and ... well, I'm not sure fun is a good word." Astrid was biting her lower lip and gazing off into the distance, clearly remembering last year. It didn't take long to get involved as the PA called for all the men participating in the evening's activities to assemble in the courtyard for instructions. Robert looked to Jenna for approval and got a wink. He and Lars headed for the courtyard. The ladies talked, and Astrid affirmed her invitation for Robert and Jenna to visit them in Sweden. As had happened the first time, very vivid pictures began forming in Jenna's mind, graphic enough to affect her breathing, and her nipples, which had hardened dramatically, pushing two pronounced bumps onto the front of her thin shirt. Astrid couldn't keep from grinning. "You better get those things under control before Lars gets back, or ..." She didn't need to continue. Jenna's face had turned very red. She was trying not to look at Astrid since she was teasing Jenna about her own husband's fascination with her nipples. How had she gotten to this point? The teasing wasn't helping, and neither was the fact that Lars was headed right toward her. She tried to turn sideways in her chair, an arm reaching across to hide the bumps. She thought she'd done an excellent job. "Jenna has a little present for you," Astrid said. "Jenna, show him." Jenna glared at her, not moving her arm, watching Lars' eyes move back and forth between the two ladies. "Show him," Astrid encouraged. With a huff, Jenna dropped her arm, not trying to hide any longer. "Oh ... my ... gosh," he said, stretching out the words, the Swedish accent in even those three short words causing more reaction to those lengthening nubs. "Do I need to take you to our room?" Robert laughed, not totally teasing. "Asshole," she quipped, even her language having changed during the week. "Let's change and go to the beach." Lars sounded like the voice of reason, not taking his eyes off the delicious looking bumps in Jenna's shirt however. Astrid wasn't buying it. "You're just anxious for her to be topless so you can ogle." Jenna, red-faced, was shaking her head, unable to look at anyone, when Astrid stood and gave her a big hug. It was a simple affirmation of the lack of jealousy among the two couples. "So, what did you two find out?" Jenna was giving Robert some severe eyeballing. "What we're doing tonight. " "And that is?" "Sworn to secrecy," Lars answered. "Yup," Robert affirmed. "But we need to go to the market and pick up a few things. We'll meet you ladies at the beach when we're finished. Having been dismissed by the men, Astrid and Jenna headed to their rooms to don the tiny bikinis they'd had custom made at the little market not far from the resort, the place where the men were headed right now. They met in the hallway, paraphernalia bags in hand, and started for the beach. When Jenna walked with Astrid, she always felt a little overwhelmed. The beautiful blond, several inches taller than her, had a figure that drew stares from people who had been disinterested only minutes before. Astrid always poo-pooed those ideas from Jenna, who couldn't dismiss them -- all she had to do was look, and they were reinforced. Of course, once at the beach, they stripped. For Jenna, that only worsened the feeling. They weren't ready for the water yet, so they sat on their blanket, covered themselves with sunscreen, and, as two very appealing women with no man present, became instant magnets for any male looking for a little fun. Four of them headed their way before they had finished putting the sunscreen back in their bags. Two of the men sat down, obviously facing Astrid, but the other two didn't hide the fact that they were looking at Jenna. She had expected to be at least partially ignored, but that wasn't happening. Plus, the two guys who'd started talking to her were good-looking, both with wedding rings, of course. "Don't think I've seen you yet this week," the first one said, giving her a big smile. "Oh, I've seen her," the second replied, a knowing smile on her face. "Hard to miss this cutie." Jenna could feel her face beginning to redden. Were these guys actually "hitting" on her, or were they just being friendly. A furtive glance showed that each had a very relaxed cock, so maybe they were just being friendly. "Wow," the first one said, laughing. "Not many of the women here blush. Kind of refreshing." Jenna was nervous enough at the unexpected attention that her body wasn't reacting, thank goodness. She wondered if that reaction might cause a similar response in the two men. "You ladies going swimming?" number two asked. "Probably, when our husbands get here." "Ah, I bet they went to the village, didn't they? Getting ready for tonight." The smile Jenna got now was big but looked more related to "tonight" than just being friendly. That was enough to do it, though. The suggestion of "tonight" and the instantaneous thoughts that brought to her mind was causing her nipples to harden, very visible to the two men. She tried to keep looking them in the eye but was concentrating on her peripheral vision to see what might be happening with them. "Hey," number one said, quickly standing, "we better head to the market." "Good idea," number two affirmed, also jumping up quickly. The other two men looked surprised, gave Astrid a last admiring look, and slowly rose, accompanying their buddies to the market. Astrid turned to Jenna when they were gone. "You're such a dork," she said, laughing. "You're worried about comparing yourself to me, but it wasn't my two watchers that left with a stiff dick." Jenna blushed again. "They weren't really stiff." "Another thirty seconds and they would have been very stiff. And, speaking of stiff ..." Jenna knew her nipples were standing at attention, but she needed to clear her mind for that to stop. "The one guy said something about tonight, and that got my mind going. I didn't use to be like this," she said, glancing down at her nipples. "Want to go back?" Astrid teased. "You just like to see me blush." She frowned at the tall blond. "Let's jump in the ocean. Maybe the cooler water will help." "Just make them bigger," Astrid snickered. "Those are two jewels you have there. No sense in hiding them." "Will you shut up." Jenna had always been a little self-conscious of her nipples. She had seen enough of other girls' when she swam in high school to know that hers were a bit different. She had gotten stares even then when she couldn't hide them. But Robert certainly seemed to like them. That, and surprising to her, her ass which had been extensively complimented here at the resort. She was hearing about a part of her that she'd never considered. At least never considered as assets. If she wore that green bikini to the neighborhood pool, her assets would certainly be more visible than she was used to — at least in Ohio. But they were walking toward the ocean now, and she had to admit they were getting looks from the men they passed, particularly the ones at the snack bar whose chairs were facing the path to the beach. That certainly wasn't helping Jenna's nipples calm down, and she could hear Astrid giggling at her. But at last, they were at the water's edge, the warm water lapping at their feet. "Not very cool," Astrid said as they waded further out in the sparkling blue water. "Perfect for swimming, though," Jenna said, diving in and stroking away smoothly, leaving Astrid paddling around in the shallows. When she returned several minutes later, Astrid was grinning at her. "Don't take this wrong, but when you went swimming away, I could see why guys think your butt is the real deal." "Astrid!" Jenna squealed, jumping on her and dunking her under the water. Astrid came up, sputtering and looking around. No Jenna. Suddenly her legs were swept away, and she was under the water again. Someone was holding her head under, and she was struggling, desperately needing a breath. Jenna grabbed a handful of blonde hair and raised it just above the frothy surface. "No more cracks about my butt, or it's more of this," she said in Astrid's ear and pushed her head under, holding it there by her hair. Astrid was struggling, arms flailing, grabbing at anything she touched, including Jenna's left breast. This produced a howl from Jenna, who let loose of the hair and backed away, checking the red streaks on her breast. Splashing violently, Astrid was finally able to stand. "Pervert," Jenna growled, laughing at her. "Look what you did to my boob." "I'd have done worse if I could have gotten hold of you," she sputtered again, working hard to clear the water from her eyes. "Wait till I get you on dry land where I'm bigger than you. You'll pay." Jenna eyed the blonde, then headed toward her. Astrid backed away, raising her hands in surrender. "Truce," she called out. "I don't want to inhale more water." They were both laughing now and, without thinking about it, hugged. Realizing what they were doing, they separated quickly, looking to see if anyone was watching. They were being watched by two men, a grinning Lars and a laughing Robert. "We leave you two alone for a few minutes, and you get weird on us." "Not weird," Jenna replied. "We're just good friends, right, Astrid?" "Naked friends," Lars added. " If you want to hug someone, hug us." "Yeah, then sex right here on the beach," Jenna answered, vigorously shaking her head, catching the unique look Astrid sent Lars' way. "Wait, you two had sex on the beach?" Robert looked utterly lost. Unusual for her, Astrid was blushing ever so slightly, looking from Lars to Jenna and back. Lars shrugged, winking at Robert. Astrid took a deep breath. "Last year," she began, looking at Lars again, "there was a big storm offshore with huge waves breaking on the beach. No one swam that afternoon. But, of course, Mr. Competitive here couldn't stand for that, so, after the night's activities were over, he dragged me to the beach. I was so scared I could hardly breathe." "Shaking like hell," Lars volunteered. "He got me to strip, which was the easiest part. Then he dragged me out among those waves." Astrid paused and took another deep breath. "I'm just going to say it. When we were out much further than I thought we should be, between waves, we, umm, joined together, his arms around me, my legs locked around his hips. When the next wave came, he lifted me, and we, well, tumbled over and over toward the beach. Once there, we went back out again." "Wait, isn't that ... wasn't it kind of, I don't know, frustrating?" Jenna was wondering. "Finally, we just lay there and ... let the waves wash over us while we ..." "You guys need to try it if you ever get the chance," Lars assured them, not letting Astrid finish. "I think I'd trust Jenna to take care of me," Robert laughed. "Well, she tried to drown me, so I'm not sure." Robert, getting to the heart of things, suggested they get lunch. They dressed and headed back to the dining room. As they walked along, Jenna nudged Robert. "So, what did you guys get?" He laughed. "You'll find out tonight." "Come on. You can give me a hint." "No hints. This will test you." "Test me? What does that mean?" "Just what it says." "Robert, stop tormenting me." She was working to imagine what secrets he was hiding. "Just be ready," he cautioned with a smile. "Ass," she grumbled. "Make sure yours is available," he added, just before she punched him in the stomach to an accompanying grunt. Lunch was terrific, as was the short nap they enjoyed when it was completed. Jenna warned Robert to keep his hands and his other body parts to himself while they were in bed. She even resorted to her most severe threat — cutting him off, not admitting to him that it would be nearly impossible. A long walk on the beach filled much of the afternoon, Jenna continually probing about what was in store for the evening. Robert was solid as a rock, giving out no hints despite Jenna's offer of sex on the sand. She couldn't keep from giggling when she said that, wondering what she'd do if he accepted as the beach wasn't deserted. Jenna had done things the last few days that, just a week ago, she could never have imagined doing. But public sex might stretch her a little further than she was willing to go. Lars and Astrid joined them for dinner in the courtyard. "Lars had been a total jerk," Astrid griped. "He won't give me a single hint." "Likewise," Jenna replied. "Just says to make sure my ass is ready." "I didn't even get that. Should my ass be ready too?" she giggled. "More than just your ass," Lars said, nodding at Robert. "Guh," Jenna grunted, taking a big swallow of wine. They ate, talked, and drank wine, Jenna sucking down a little more than usual, hoping it might relax her for whatever lay ahead. She was beginning to buzz, so she backed off just a little. The wine was delicious, and she enjoyed the buzzed feeling, so backing off was a challenge. They heard the crackle of the PA, and two ladies knew whatever they were in for was about to begin. "Hey, everyone. Welcome to the final night of the week. Are you all ready for the last of our activities?" Cheers and applause from everyone gathered in the courtyard. It didn't look like many were skipping tonight. "As usual, we're separating you. Men to my right, women to the left." "See ya," Robert said as he and Lars headed to the other end. The usual count-off took place to ensure there were equal numbers of men and women. Forty-three of each. That confirmed, the loud voice continued. "We're passing out small pieces of paper to each of you. On each paper is one-half of a famous saying. Some may not be as famous as others," he laughed. "When the bell rings to start things, everyone is to begin shouting out their portion of the saying, the men all going to the lady's end. Now, here's the second part. Every thirty seconds, the bell will ring, and everyone will shed one article of clothing. Oh, shoes and socks do not count. When you match up with the other half of your saying, you're off to the gentleman's room." Jenna looked at Astrid. Each had on shorts, a thong, and a shirt. Nakedness would be happening quickly. The bell sounded, and men were running, everyone shouting. With eighty-six people crammed into one end of the courtyard, the din and chaos were nearly overwhelming. Of course, it was almost impossible to understand what anyone was shouting, and soon, nearly everyone was naked, bumping into each other, milling around, ears straining to hear the matching words. Jenna felt hands on her body more than once and could see she wasn't the only one experiencing that. There was even an occasional squeal as someone was grabbed. She saw a couple of pairs headed toward the building. Jenna was shouting, "We have nothing to fear," and listening for, "but fear itself." She thought she might have heard it behind her. She turned and came face-to-face with number one from the beach this morning. "But fear itself," he said, smiling at her. "We have nothing to fear." She hoped that saying was appropriate for tonight. "Do I have anything to fear from you?" she teased. "Not a thing," he assured her, his eyes roaming over her from head to toes. Jenna's look had drifted to his crotch. She had noted his partial erection at the beach, but now it was moving a little past partial as he stared at her. Maybe it was the wine working, but she felt a warmth spreading through her that she could cause that without doing anything. "Let's get our clothes and head upstairs. Oh, I'm Brandon." He held out his hand. "Jenna," she replied, shaking his hand. "And we better hurry," she encouraged, looking at his erection. "Shit," he said, shrugging. "You've got the magic." That his cock was protruding straight out from his body didn't seem to bother him in the least. They found their clothes and headed indoors, the din behind them continuing. Brandon led her up the steps, along a hall, and into his room. Jenna looked around, searching for any clue as to what might lay ahead. All looked normal. "About this morning," he began. "When you two showed up with no men, there was no way we could keep from talking to you. The other three won't believe I was lucky enough to get you. Holy shit!" He licked his lips. "My turn," she said to the guy who had "gotten" her. "Our guys wouldn't tell us anything about tonight, just to have our ... ourselves ready." She grinned at her near slip. Brandon bit his lower lip. "How many years have you been coming here?" "My first." "Me too. Hell, I guess it's up to me so, here goes. The special thing tonight is ..." He paused, a huge grin on his face, enjoying Jenna's obvious anxiety. "You sure you want to know before it starts?" "Brandon, just tell me." "Bondage and BDSM. Does that scare you?" Jenna took a deep breath, hoping it would stop the trembling that had begun with his simple explanation and question. "I don't know much about it," she ventured, looking questioningly at Brandon. His face took on a knowing look as it reddened slightly. "I know a reasonable amount," he said softly. "Listen, if you want to call the whole thing off and just, I don't know, talk or ... Shit, help me out here." Jenna was amazed at how flustered he'd quickly gotten and wanted to help him out. "I don't want to do that, not call anything off. My husband told me I'd have to be tough. I don't know if I can do it, but I sure as hell want to try." Brandon's expression immediately brightened. He closed one eye and grinned at Jenna. "How about you? Have you peeked at all, on the net?" It was her turn to blush slightly. "Yeah, a couple of times," she admitted. They were sort of beating around the bush, and Jenna decided to suck it up. "I think I trust you," she ventured. "I'm ready for whatever." "I'm not going to hurt you, but ..." "Some things may hurt." "I guess that's, well, the point in some cases." Before she could ask, Brandon answered her question. "How about 'Yukon' as a safeword? You can beg me to stop all you want, but unless you say Yukon, I may not stop. Deal?" "Deal," Jenna answered, chewing her lower lip a little more vigorously now. Safewords? She wondered where this might be going. She noticed Brandon's deep brown eyes looking at her a little differently. "I'm going to say this, and then I'm done. I haven't seen anyone this week that I'd rather be with on this, our last night." Jenna could see him biting his tongue, wanting to say more but restraining himself. "Thanks." She smiled, accepting his compliment. "How do we get started? "I've got it," he replied, quickly running into the bedroom and returning with a moderate-sized bag. He removed something small and black. " Gonna blindfold you to make it more interesting. I'm going to make it as realistic as possible." Jenna wasn't sure why, but that made her a mite nervous. She reminded herself that she trusted Brandon, and she hoped all his hormones and endorphins didn't foul things up. But the blindfold was in place and working correctly. What now? She was being led across the room, then bent over something that felt like a small table. Her wrists were tied, her arms stretched over the edge of the table and tied in place. "Spread your legs," he said softly. She could feel his breath against her butt and was sure he was getting a good look. That thought made her tingle, and she spread her legs as requested. "A little more." She complied, wondering what he saw now as she felt a drop of liquid meandering down her inner thigh. Whatever he was seeing, he was tying her ankles to something, keeping her legs spread. Only her stomach was on the table, her breasts dangling. Jenna was ready, but nothing was happening. "I said I was done, but I lied. I could stand here all evening and look at your ass." The ass compliment again. She was going to have to ask Robert about that. Then she felt a hand on each breast, squeezing gently, then a little harder, kneading over and over. She could feel her nipples responding — it was clear Brandon could feel it too. He was pulling on them, then a little harder, twisting one and then the other until Jenna squealed. He released them, but just for a few seconds, then was back, just pulling them this time until she gasped. He massaged each one, almost with loving care, before grabbing the nipples again and pulling hard. Oh, shit, oh shit," Jenna exclaimed, not sure she could stand much more. He released her, and she quickly felt his tongue caressing one nipple, then the other, followed by kisses for each. It was amazingly soothing after the pain they'd experienced. She'd done it. She was ready for more. "I need to keep those primed," he said excitedly. Jenna was wary, wandering what that might mean. "Stick out your tongue." No way was she about to do that at this point. She heard him chuckle. "Stick it out, nothing's going to happen to it," he assured her. Cautiously she extended her tongue and felt something smooth, maybe plastic swipe across it. Then she felt it against her breast and knew what he was up to as her nipple was sucked into a plastic tube. She groaned. She'd seen that on her internet venture. She wet her tongue and stuck it out once more, the same feeling and then it was on her other nipple. "That should keep them in good shape," he said, chuckling as he gave each of the tubes a tug, testing their security. She'd seen one of those suction devices put somewhere else too, and wondered if that was next. She was afraid to imagine what that might be like, but if it happened it would be one more experience in her portfolio. Was that, or something else next? It was something else, as suddenly she felt a hard slap to one butt cheek. She winced, beginning to breathe a bit harder. When Brandon had said BDSM, this was the first thing that had come to mind. Spanking or paddling of some kind. She wondered if he had a cane or leather strap to increase the punishment. As she thought that, there were five more hard slaps to her butt. If he liked her ass so well, why was he punishing it so severely? "Did you see some of this when you watched?" he whispered in her ear before probing there with his tongue. She jerked her head away with a squeal. "Yes, sir. I did." "Ah, I see you did, and learned proper etiquette too." he replied. "Did they use a leather strap?" he whispered in the other ear as she flinched, anticipating his tongue. "Yes, sir, they did." She felt his tongue and squealed again. "Ah," he said, and she could hear the laughter in his voice. She felt his hand grasping her hair, then his breath on her ear. He wouldn't. But he did. His tongue was in her ear as he held her in place, more squeals and squirming, thrashing about as best she could. Jenna thought it was as awful as being tickled. Mercifully, he stopped. "My wife hates that. Thought I'd share it with you." "I hate it too, sir," she managed to get out, trying to catch her breath. "I'll remember," he chuckled. In a few seconds, she felt something being pressed against her fingers.. "A leather strap for my ass, sir?" She asked rhetorically. "Yes, it is. And it has an excellent handle so I can maintain a good, solid grip. She knew Brandon was supposed to enjoy this evening and what was happening, but decided he was a little over the top with his enjoyment. She squealed and jerked as his tongue probed her ear again. "Stop that," she begged. "I'm going to hurt myself on these ropes, jerking away when you do that. Not surprisingly, his tongue went to her ear again to one more squeal and jerk. "Asshole," she hissed Almost instantly the strap slapped across her ass. She grunted, not ready to grit her teeth yet. Such talk," he chuckled again, not offended by her name-calling. "And I believe it's asshole, sir. I'm going to need your help though. I'll give you one smack with the strap. You'll rate it one to ten, ten being the hardest you think you can stand." "Yes, sir," Jenna answered, curious about how much she could stand, knowing that her competitive nature could get her into trouble. She felt the strap rubbing gently on her butt. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she felt the strap leave, then smack against her." "Shit, shit, shit," she groaned. It stung like hell, leaving fire on her buns. But how to rate it. How brave was she? It had hurt, but ... "Six," she said bravely, finally exhaling. "You sure?" "Yes, sir." Came the humble reply. Okay then. I'm going to vary how hard I hit and you call out the rating. Next question is, how many hits do you want? Want? That word didn't seem to fit here. Allow might be better. But how many? "If I give you a small number, you'll think I'm a wimp and I think you know I don't want that." She took a deep breath. "If I give a big number, I'll be tough, but sore as hell, right." Brandon nodded, then felt foolish. "Up to you," he replied, unable to take his eyes off the ass he was about to punish. "Up to you to count and rate." He rested the strap across her cheeks. Jenna was debating. Ten or fifteen? No more than fifteen nor less than ten. "How many will it take to keep your tongue out of my ear?" "More than you can stand." "Shit," she grunted. "Fifteen." "Whoa, I was thinking eight. But fifteen on that gorgeous ass. I can handle that." She was sure he'd be able to handle it. The question was would she? It began. Brandon smacked, and she counted and rated. Several with less impact than the first and she was at five. Then one with a screamed "eight" rating and six count. She was at the point of dreading what a ten might feel like. She knew the fifteenth would be a ten ... or more. Seven, eight, and nine were much easier. Ten received a shouted nine rating. Four more moderates and she was ready, holding her breath. Something new was happening. His hand slid down her butt, one finger between her cheeks, caressing the puckered pink opening as it passed, then slipping between her legs. The finger was sliding up and down the wetness of her slit, then pushing between her labia, finding that highly sensitive nub. Her body jolted when he touched it. "You've been so good with the first fourteen, you deserve a reward," he said as his finger rubbed her clit. She couldn't stop her hips from moving in time with his rubbing, nor could she stop the moaning. The rubbing stopped. "One more, and then more reward," he said. Before she was ready, the leather struck. She screamed -- the sting was incredible. But she was receiving her reward, and the pain and pleasure were struggling for control of her body. It was outrageously wonderful. "You okay?" Brandon asked quietly, close to her ear. She wondered if she would suffer the ear tonguing that she had before, but that didn't happen. Brandon rubbed some soothing cream on her butt, occasionally slipping a finger between her legs. Jenna was certainly enjoying her reward, at the same time wondering what was next. She was about to find out. "You ticklish?" He laughed lightly. She was ticklish, something that Robert loved to take advantage of at every opportunity. It was unbearable while, at the same time, highly erotic, something she had never understood. But, how to answer Brandon. She knew it didn't matter — he'd do whatever he wanted. "Yes," she admitted, wincing in anticipation. She felt his hands lightly touching her ribcage, then pressing harder, dancing across her skin. Almost instantly, she was laughing hysterically, her body twisting and turning, hopelessly seeking to avoid the torment. She felt his tongue in one ear, her squirming increasing. Suddenly it stopped, and Jenna was gasping for breath. She felt her breasts being caressed again, the tubes being pulled, then twisted until she squealed. She knew Brandon was in front of her. Something smooth and warm bumped her lips, only taking her seconds to recognize what it was. Time for his reward, she thought as she opened her mouth, and the head of his cock was inside, her lips closing around it. She sucked hard on the head, her tongue caressing the underside, then working its way around the ridge that was barely inside her mouth. She opened her lips wider, sending him a message. Brandon got the message, pressing forward easily, sliding his cock over her tongue, waiting for her lips to close again. She waited, enjoying the groan she could hear just above her head. She felt the soft underside of his cock slide along her tongue. If she was going to reward him, she wanted it to be a worthwhile reward. As she was anticipating, the head bumped against the back of her throat. Despite being ready, she made a soft, gagging noise. "You okay?" he grunted. Unable to answer, Jenna simply pressed forward, gagging again but keeping her tongue extended so she could take his full length, the head dipping into her throat. She closed her lips and pulled hard, holding him in place as her tongue continued to work. "Shit, Jenna," Brandon gasped. If there was going to be more action, it was up to him. He seemed to understand as he worked to withdraw from the tight hold of her lips. She released him, and he pulled back, then pressed forward slowly, slipping down her throat again. Then out and in, out and in. She was being face-fucked, and it was setting her on fire, gurgling and sloshing sounds filling the room with each of his thrusts. There was a small pop, and he was gone. Now what? She could hear him moving beside her, then behind her. He was gently rubbing her ass. It was super-sensitive from the working over it had gotten earlier, but his touch was soothing. Still, she was anticipating, the possibilities endless. His finger was pushing between her labia again; two or three hard rubs on her clit had her body shaking. One of his fingers pressed inside her, wiggled, and then exited. Her breathing was increasing, faster, and shallower. Inside the blindfold, her eyes opened wide. His wet finger was rubbing the puckered opening between her cheeks. Those cheeks were being spread, and she felt pressure against that opening. "Brandon," she gasped, wondering if it was time for "Klondike." He wasn't stopping, so she had to decide. Too late as the finger was inside. He didn't respond to the calling of his name. She felt his legs against her inner thighs. A deep breath, waiting for his next reward. She didn't have long to wait as his very hard cock slid easily into her dripping pussy. "Aaahhhh," he groaned as she felt him bump against her butt. His cock was moving in and out of her pussy, and his finger was matching the movement in her ass. With each thrust, he banged her against the table, driving the air from her lungs, forcing out a grunt each time. This was a new feeling, or maybe the same feeling combined with a unique experience. Either way, she felt like she might explode. Through her euphoric haze, she could hear a change in Brandon's breathing. His finger was no longer probing her ass since both hands were gripping her hips, pulling her against him with each of his thrusts. His fingers dug into her flesh as he suddenly stilled, groaned, and she could feel her cock spasming inside her, filling her with his ejaculate. He collapsed on her back, his chest moving in and out with his distressed breathing. "I told you before," he said softly, "that you were going to be the best. Still, one more thing to do." As his weight lifted and his cock left her pussy, Jenna's mind was working. More pain ... or more pleasure. With the brief time she'd spent with Brandon, she was sure she had the answer. At least she was getting her breath back. There was the hiss of escaping air as he released one of the suction devices. There was a second hiss and the other was removed. She heard the low hum as her nipples were being pulled again. She was sure they had to be a half-inch long by this time with all the tugging they'd experienced. Not surprisingly, they were very sensitive and a bit sore. Still, the tugging was enticing, and she loved every moment of it. Gathering her courage, she said, "Don't stop." The humming sound stopped, and she heard Brandon scooting underneath her. His lips surrounded one nipple, his teeth nipping at it until she squealed once more. He moved to the other with the same treatment and result. "These babies are nearly beyond imagining, Jenna, and I think you know that." She shivered as he said that, knowing only that she loved to have them teased and tormented as often as possible. More sucking, tugging, and nibbling until she was ready for whatever might be coming next. She needed to let him know without using that word. "What was that humming noise?" She knew what she hoped it was, what it almost had to be, and she was ready. "Oh," he said, giving each nipple a final kiss, "you heard that huh? Any idea what it might be?" "Surprise me," she murmured. Brandon bumped her head as he stood up. In seconds, she felt him between her thighs again. But, no hum yet. She heard a click and then the hum. He was spreading her labia. She jerked and gasped as it touched her clit. It touched again and then again with more jerks and gasps. Whatever it was, it was circling, teasing, close but not quite there. Her hips were moving, causing it to bump her clit, but not nearly as much as she'd like. More agonizing circling, up and down her labia, across her mons, down her very wet slit with the lips held tightly together. Jenna could feel it rising within her, the edge drawing closer and closer, even with the teasing that was happening. She was almost there ... it was going to happen, she was gasping ... the vibrating stopped, the hum gone. She could barely breathe, willing herself to orgasm, even without the vibrations, which wasn't going to happen. She was tempted to beg; she wanted it so badly. She heard the hum again, maybe now. Please, please, please, rang through her brain if not in her voice. She felt it against her labia, sliding up and down in her wetness. It pressed inside, vibrating against her opening, teasing, then up a little, then a little more. She jolted again as it touched her clit, praying it would stay there. But more circling and moving here and there wasn't going to get it done. Now the vibration was against her hood, her clit getting the fringe benefit of that. But, as aroused as she was, she knew even that would be enough. It was teasing, but it would be enough if he'd allow it to be. Once more, she was getting there, feeling so good it almost hurt. Electricity was flashing from her pussy throughout her body. Her muscles were tensing, her breathing pained and shallow ... and once more, the vibrations and the hum were gone. "Brandon," she was able to get out through her labored breathing. "Please." Begging was against her nature, but she was beyond that now. "Please, now." She rocked her hips, wanting only to be satisfied. "Ready to say the magic word? That might work," he teased. "No way," she grumbled, wiggling her hips again. "Go!" The hum started once more, and even that made her pounding heart beat even harder. She felt the vibrations on her inner thigh, on her tender buns, everywhere but where she wanted them. She felt him give her clit a couple of finger rubs before the roaming vibrations began again. Long minutes of going everywhere but on that sensitive nub, then closing in, circling, and finally touching, lightly, delicately until her brain was shutting down again. It was gone once more. "Fuck me again if you want, but I need to come," she begged, unable to see or move. "Shit. I'm going to die." Maybe he was understanding as the hum began, the vibrations close to her clit, then on it and staying there. She waited for it to stop once more ... but it didn't. She groaned, feeling it beginning ... before it stopped again. She couldn't say anything. She'd never wanted anything this badly. She felt his finger probe inside her. Then it all happened all at once, his finger jammed in her ass, the vibration on that engorged nub, staying there this time. Her muscles tensed, and she was over the edge, floating, flying, her legs shaking, loud moans escaping her gasping lungs. Over and over, she spasmed, the table under her bouncing and vibrating on the floor. "Stop, stop." She was begging again, the intensity of the vibrations more than her tortured clit could endure. Mercifully he adhered to her begging and switched the vibrator off. Brandon pulled the blindfold off, even the subdued light of the room hurting her eyes. He untied her arms, and she straightened, Brandon holding her waist as her legs were still trembling. "Are you okay?" He asked for the third time. "Bastard," she said, trying not to smile but failing miserably. He was on his knees, untying her ankles, her hands on his shoulders for support. She pulled her feet together as he stood up. "I guess I deserve that," he said, not looking at her. "I never want to go through that last again," she said, putting her hand to Brandon's mouth as he was trying to say something, "but I've never felt anything like that before." Now he looked at her. "Really? That's what I was hoping. I'd heard of 'edging' and thought I'd give it a try. " She hated to admit it, but his hopes had been fulfilled. Her pussy was still tingling. She glanced down at her nipples, still hard and unnaturally red. "If I could have gotten free, I might have killed you. Thank goodness I couldn't and didn't. Not sure I'll be able to walk tomorrow, but it was worth it." She giggled. And I still have my husband to satisfy." "Oh shit, you too. My wife will take out on me what happened to her tonight." After a pause, Brandon's eyes followed hers. "Sorry," he said softly. "I dreamed about those things after seeing them at the beach. I couldn't believe it when you were my partner for tonight." He was nibbling his lower lip. "Well," she said, smiling at Brandon, "I felt I could trust you. I'm glad I was right." They both dressed, Brandon, confessing that it had been challenging to decide how to handle the evening, knowing that much would depend on the woman involved. He congratulated Jenna for being "tough." It wasn't something she'd been "accessed" of before, but it made her smile. They went to the courtyard together, Jenna anxious to get more wine before her time with Robert. Soon he was approaching their table. He introduced Viola, a very attractive woman who Jenna guessed might be thirty-five or forty. She hugged Jenna, confiding that Robert had been "wonderful." Robert met Brandon, who didn't say that Jenna had been wonderful but gave her a huge hug, looking at her over his shoulder as he left the two of them alone. "Looks like you were a hit," Robert said with a huge smile. "Feels like I GOT hit," she replied, sitting down very gingerly. She raised her hand and quickly had a glass of wine in front of her. "Might as well bring another," she said to the server with a shrug. She quickly had a full bottle on her table. She emptied her glass, then refilled it. "Careful," Robert said. "You're not through yet. "Don't worry," she giggled. "You'll just have to be careful and gentle." "Like hell. I'm just getting this bondage thing warmed up." He held up his sack. Jenna was biting her lower lip. "Shit, you're not seriously considering it, are you? I found out a lot about myself tonight. Maybe I can find even more." Robert pondered what she said, holding her eyes as he did. "Stand up." She looked puzzled, but stood. Without warning, he smacked her butt. A pained yelp told him what he needed to know. "We'll test your limits when we get home. This bag of stuff is included in the cost." "I hope our luggage doesn't get inspected at the airport." She poured another glass of wine. "How was Viola?" You really want to know?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "You love to torment me, don't you?" "Yup," he answered simply. "I can torment too," she said, a seductive note in her voice. "Yeah, yeah. I don't want to find out," he said, chuckling. "Viola was great. She didn't want to be tied. Were you tied?" "The whole time." "She told me i'd see why later. She also told me not to hold back — she'd let me know if it was too much. I literally 'beat the shit' out of her with the leather strap. She'd groan and dance around, taking deep breaths, and then bend over the chair for another whack." "Did you get taken care of?" She smiled suggestively. "This is her tenth year. She had a few tricks." Jenna emptied her glass. "Want to check out my tricks? I learned a couple tonight." "Let's go." There was no one whose tricks he'd rather explore. It had been an amazing five days, revealing a side of her that neither she nor Robert knew existed. She wondered how that might manifest itself when they returned to Ohio. Only time would tell. * * * * *

Jules By flight_o_fancy Jules 08 - The Safety Of Home? A brief interlude before the game continues. I find J waiting patiently on a bench outside the store. "Mission accomplished, I see," she nods to the envelope. I just stare at her wordlessly. My mind is a jumbled mess of emotions that I don't have the energy to sort out. "Let's get you home." J orders dinner to be delivered and opens a bottle of wine, as I retreat to a much needed shower. She doesn't even complain as I emerge in well-worn sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, sensing my need for familiar comforts. I eat ravenously, but I notice J mostly pushes the food around her plate. This woman really never eats. With my belly full and a glass of wine behind me, I begin to feel almost human again. More wine flows and I relate the events of my encounters with Lisa and James. J listens with genuine concern and asks probing questions. She draws out my innermost feelings on the events and I feel powerless to hide from her. My thoughts on Lisa are uncomplicated, if a bit surprising. She pushed me outside of my comfort zone in a multitude of ways. I found it exciting and my body responded in kind. J took particular interest in the way the encounter ended, with me sacrificing my own pleasure to exert control over the situation and enforce the bounds of the deal. My thoughts on James are a bit more complex. On the surface it seems quite simple. Sam took a dislike to me and wanted to embarrass me while giving James a cheap thrill. But in reality, there's much more to it than that. Was James the real victim? Our 'show' was supposed to humiliate me, not him. But in the end, he was retreating in shame and I was... what? It's hard to admit, but I was incredibly turned on. My arousal was certainly not due to any desirability or prowess on James' part. I feel a lot of things for him: sympathy, affection and a growing, almost maternal protectiveness. But lust is nowhere near this equation. Instead, my arousal was fueled by the sheer depravity of our performance. The thrill of being watched, the expanses of flesh that I had bared, the tease of flesh that remained hidden, the desire I stoked in James and Ryan and maybe even Sam. And then came the guilt. Had I used James? Sam had said he needed to 'live a little,' and it would be easy to write off his involvement as exactly that. After all, it's not everyday that he gets to grope and fondle an attractive woman while she grinds on him until he cums in his pants. That was quite likely the sum total of his sexual experience. I'm sure Ryan would have jumped at the chance to trade places with him. And yet, James didn't get any say in it. The entire situation was presupposed on his virginity and his acquiescence. He was an innocent bystander, that ended up being the punch line. I can't shake the feeling that I've done him a grave injustice. Until now, I've been able to tell myself that I was an unwilling, or at least reluctant, participant. But did I really have to take things as far as I did? Did I just get carried away or did I use James to fulfill some lewd, exhibitionist instinct I didn't even know I had? Worse yet, did I rob him of the opportunity to experience these emotions and sensations with someone he cares about and who cares about him? In the end, these questions are just too big and my emotional state too frazzled. J and I retire to the couch with something mindless on the TV to distract me from the events of the day. J moves behind me and begins to rub my shoulders. Her touch is exquisite and I feel some of the day's tension melt away. I have so many more questions, but I can't bring myself to ask them. After all of the chaos and turmoil of the day, I won't do anything to disrupt the comfort I feel in this quiet moment. There's only one nagging need that isn't being met... "You know," J breathes into my ear. I blush a little as she picks that specific thought to interrupt. "If your story was accurate, and I have no reason to doubt it was..." Her hands move from my shoulders, slowly down my back until they slip under the hem of my shirt. I gasp quietly as her fingers trace across the bare skin of my back and around to my belly. "I'll bet you're still feeling a bit..." I moan as her fingers slip beneath my waistband. "...unfulfilled." One finger parts my moistening lips and slides into the hungry depths below. One finger, then two saw in and out of my most intimate area, before withdrawing to rub and tease my clit. J's other hand snakes up my shirt and she pinches my nipple. Hard. J coos into my ear "Let go, Little Butterfly. Cum for me." and then bites down on my earlobe. There is no slow build up this time. My orgasm rushes up with explosive force. It's as if every ounce of tension, every shard of pent up energy erupts out of me in a single, delicious moment. I cry out unintelligibly, as release washes over me. Then for the second time in as many days, all of my senses fade to black. This time, my sleep is blissfully uninterrupted. I am wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort that the concerns of the waking world cannot penetrate. Consciousness returns slowly, one sense at a time. The smell of fresh coffee. The feel of cool air playing lightly over my naked body. The sound of J's melodious voice, welcoming me back to reality. "Good morning, sleepy head. I trust you slept well?" "Mmm, yes." I purr, still not willing to open my eyes. Memories of the night before slip back into my mind. "What happened?" "Well, you had one earth-shattering orgasm," she chides. "And then you slept like a baby." I slowly open my eyes and begin to take stock of my surroundings. A cup of coffee sits steaming on the nightstand next to me, filling the air with its delicious aroma. "I had hoped you were going to return the favor," J continues, "but I guess rest was more important. Understandable, but you owe me one." She smiles, obviously amused, before continuing. "You were out for 12 hours, so I had to find other ways to entertain myself." My eyes follow J's voice to where she sits and several things begin to compete for the limited brainpower I have available in the morning fog. J is sitting casually at the foot of my bed. She is already dressed and her hair and makeup look as perfect as always. How is this woman always so presentable? I am lying on my back on top of the covers, my clothes are noticeably missing. A towel is spread underneath my lower body, my legs are splayed wide and my pubic area has been shaved completely bare. As she talks to me, J is idly tapping away on a phone. My phone. "I've been chatting with Paul a bit this morning, pretending to be you. I have to say, bad choice. You can do much better!" "WHAT?!?" I call out, sitting bolt upright. J giggles at my reaction. "A word of warning, bored and horny is a dangerous combination for me. Did you know those pictures of your little performance in the restroom came from your phone? No? You should really keep closer tabs on this thing." She holds my phone up as if to demonstrate. "Anyway, I sent a couple to Paul last night." She says, as if it's completely normal. "What? Why?" I'm in shock and can't get past single syllables. "Mostly I wanted to see his reaction. You can tell a lot about someone by the way they react to the unexpected. Paul's reaction was... disappointing." No surprise there. My ex can be a lot of things. He can be cute and charming and a whole lot of fun. But he can also be a bit of a pig. He hasn't quite grown completely out of his obnoxious frat boy phase. He was always asking me to send him nudes or let him film us having sex. I never relented because I didn't trust him. I didn't want them to end up on the internet or be used to boast to his friends. I guess that cat is out of the bag. I chuckle morbidly at the unintended pun. "What did he say?" I ask with growing horror. "He was surprised, understandably. I played it off like you were drunk and didn't mean to send them to him. I asked him to delete them, but he said he'd only do it for a blowjob." ""You can't be serious?!?" "Which reminds me, we need to get moving. You're supposed to be at his place at 10 so you have time before his friends come over to watch the game. Oh, and he wants his Packers t-shirt back." The sheer casualness of her tone makes me think I misheard her. It takes a few beats for my brain to catch up. "Why would you do that, J? You said you were my friend." I cradle my head in my hands, unable to comprehend the situation. "First of all, bored and horny is bad. Remember?" I'm not amused. "In all seriousness, this will be good for you. You can regain some power in that relationship." I'm flabbergasted. "There is no relationship! He cheated on me and I dumped him. How much more power do I need?!?" "That's just it. He feels like he got away with it. He got to double dip for a while, and then move on to his new thing. You need to make him realize what he lost. Prove to him, and yourself for that matter, that he didn't get an upgrade. You are a butterfly - a beautiful, sexy butterfly. Make him rue the day he ever wandered." My head is spinning. I had fully intended to never see Paul again. I had certainly not intended to send pictures like THOSE to him. And the thought of a blowjob to get them back... But J just sits there, looking at me expectantly and somehow all of my freewill just seems to drain away. "Ugh! Do I have a choice at this point?" "You are powerful, Little Butterfly. You always have a choice!" That damn smirk returns. "But you also know that you'll play the game." Jules 09 - Ex Games Jules makes a play for power. J doesn't complain when I stay in my sweats and t-shirt. I refuse to dress for Paul's pleasure. But she takes a firm stand on hair and makeup, insisting that we maintain some minimum standards. I do my best to tame my bed head, still blushing slightly each time I reach for the hairbrush. Meanwhile, J goes to work on my makeup. The eventual effect is flirty, cute and almost wholesome. This seems incongruous with my task for the morning. As we walk out the front door, she hands me a shopping bag. "Packers t-shirt" she states in response to my questioning look. I drop J off at the coffee shop from yesterday, presumably to retrieve her car. I then make my way to Paul's apartment, trying to ignore the shame that is forming in the pit of my stomach. "It's just a blowjob," I tell myself. "You've done this before." Paul answers the door wearing only a pair of sweatpants of his own, obviously opting not to dress for the occasion either. "Hey babe, fancy meeting you here." His smarmy manner is a turn off. His bare, toned chest isn't. I'm reminded that, aside from James' awkward fumblings the day before, I haven't enjoyed a man's touch in quite some time. And while Paul has a laundry list of faults, too many to name, sexual prowess is not one of them. I stop myself before my thoughts stray too far down that path and don an expression that I hope portrays unconcerned confidence. I need to reclaim power in this transaction, and fawning like a schoolgirl won't help. "We have business to attend to." I say wryly, pushing past him into the apartment. "You look good," he says, giving me a once over as we make our way to the living room. I let his gaze linger on me for a moment, silently wishing I had worn something a little more flattering. Whether that's to shift the balance of power or gain his approval, I'm not certain. "Thanks. Here's your shirt." I toss the bag to him. He acknowledges it with a quick chuckle before depositing the bag on the coffee table, amongst the snacks that are set out for the game. I want this over with, so I get right down to business. "Let's agree to terms. I'll give you one blowjob..." "To completion," he interjects with a cocky smile. I roll my eyes. "One blowjob, to completion. I then watch you delete the pictures and the whole text exchange from your phone." "Wait, you're serious? You're really here for a blowjob. I thought this whole thing was a joke, like you wanted to get back together or something." He shakes his head in amusement. "We are NOT getting back together!" I say a little too forcefully. "So, you'll delete the pictures?" "Well now I know you're willing to blow me for them." I make a mental note to kill J the next time I see her. I hadn't even considered that he wasn't serious, but of course he wasn't. What woman in her right mind would agree to this? Apparently I would... and did. Am I actually still considering it? I shake my head to try to clear my thoughts. I tell myself that I came here intending to go through with the bargain, but I know that's just a rationalization. The truth is that J wants me to play the game, so I'll play it. So much for 'in my right mind.' "Can I trust that you have no other copies of them?" "Scout's honor." He holds up three fingers. I scoff, but have no real choice but to trust him. "Afterwards, we never speak of the pictures or the blowjob again. The slate is wiped clean, like none of this ever happened." "Whatever you say, babe." I wish he would stop calling me that. It's way more demeaning than endearing. Did I really find him charming at one point? "One more thing, though." "What?" I ask flatly, fixing him with an untrusting stare. "The Packer's home opener is in an hour. Wear the shirt." He nods to the bag on his coffee table. "For good luck." He flashes me his biggest, shit-eating grin. I want to refuse. I want to tell him to go fuck himself and storm out. I want to knock that fucking grin off his face. But I relent, telling myself that it's a stupid hill to die on. "Fine." I grab the bag and head to the bathroom to get myself ready. "Thanks, babe. You're the best!" Ugh! I hear J's voice in my head. "You know that you'll play the game." Safe for the moment in the privacy of the restroom, I pull the t-shirt from the bag. Paul is a big guy, well over six feet tall, and his clothes are equally big. I used to wear his t-shirts as a dress around the house. I know he likes the look, so I slide off my sweatpants. I hold up the shirt, and immediately realize that J made some modifications. The neckline is cut into a V-shape, both deep and wide. The sleeves have been removed, leaving large, gaping arm holes. As a final indignity, the seams on the sides of the shirt have long slits rising several inches from the hem. A narrow triangle of material has been removed around each seam, mimicking the neckline and emphasizing the effect. "Of course" I mutter in resignation as I exchange my own shirt for the remains of Paul's. There's no pretending it's anything but obscene. Any move brings my bra-covered breasts into view. "Tits," I correct myself. Lisa's admonitions ring firmly in my mind. No one is tempted by 'breasts', they want 'tits'. I consider the look for a moment and decide to lose the bra. The bolder my display, the more I'll be able to shift power in my favor. If he wants tits, he'll get tits. The seams are cut high enough that the sides of my panties are on display. I'm wearing some of my old, utilitarian panties which seem out of place with the rest of the 'ensemble'. With a wicked thought, I slide the panties off of my legs as well. In for a penny, in for a pound. Paul's not going to know what hit him. Holding up the hem of the shirt, I look at my hairless sex. 'Pussy' I decide. Or maybe even 'cunt.' I run one finger up the length of my slit, gently parting the lips. Moisture starts to form and I shiver in arousal. Definitely 'cunt.' I realize that I've spent way too long in Paul's bathroom to change into these tiny scraps of clothing. I neatly fold my discarded outfit and take one last pause to reset my nerves. "Take back the power. Show him what he lost. Make him rue the day." I repeat J's words in my mind and step out of the bathroom. "Took you long eno... Wow!" I smile inwardly as my appearance has the desired effect. "Miss me?" I challenge as I perform my best catwalk strut over to where Paul waits by the couch. He can't hide his surprise as his eyes drink in my form. "What's all this?" he asks, unable to pull his eyes from my body. My outfit, and my behavior, are shockingly out of character for me. At least, they were 48 hours ago. Standing here like this, anticipating wrapping my lips around my cheating ex-boyfriend's penis would have been unimaginable a few days ago. It's amazing how much my frame of reference has shifted in so short a time. Not 'penis'. 'Dick'. Or 'cock'. Lisa would be proud. "This," I spread my arms wide to give him an uninterrupted view. The shirt slips off of one shoulder and the neck is cut deep enough to allow my full tit to pop into view. I stand there defiantly, making no move to cover it. "This is what you gave up when you fucked that little tramp." I do my best to keep the pain out of my voice, not wanting to remind him how much he hurt me. I'm not sure I entirely succeeded. The jab apparently hit home, as Paul's voice takes on an edge. "Where was this a few months ago?" "You didn't deserve it." I say flatly. But I know the truth. I didn't have it in me then. "And I do now?" He laughs incredulously. "Now it's just business." I fix his stare with mine and promise myself I won't be the first to look away. A moment passes and Paul drops his eyes back to my body with a short huff. "Well, I do like your business suit." Before I can respond, he reaches a hand under the hem of my shirt and cups my mound. His eyes widen as he feels my smooth skin. "Nice" he whispers as one finger slips easily between my folds. "But not part of the deal." I push his hand away with more reluctance than I care to admit. "You're soaking wet." He smiles, daring me to deny it. I feel the power shifting back in Paul's favor. I make a desperate play to get it back. "What can I say? I get off on watching you squirm." He laughs loudly, shattering my confidence. "Squirm? You're here to suck my dick!" He may as well have slapped my face. I hate him. But I hate myself more. All of the fight drains from me. "We may as well get to it, then." I say dejectedly. I've sucked his dick before, several times over the course of our relationship. Blowjobs seem to be a favorite of his. Each time he would have his cock out, hard and ready, before the words were fully spoken. He probably didn't want me to have a chance to come up with an excuse to bow out. So I watch him, unmoving, waiting for him to pull his cock out, to stroke it hard, to do something. But he just stands there with his hands on his hips, until he finally says "Go right ahead. It's not going to suck itself." I am completely defeated, and Paul is apparently going to do me no favors. He is standing in front of his couch expectantly. I sink to my knees, dragging his pants down as I go. He hadn't bothered with underwear. He sits on the couch, making himself comfortable as I wrap a numb hand around his semi-erect cock, and stroke it absently. "The deal wasn't a handjob." I glare up at him, before taking his hardening dick into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip a few times and feel it start to come to life. "That's it, you know how I like it." I have to remind myself that he wasn't this much of an asshole when we dated. A few slow bobs of my head along its length and Paul's member grows to its full size. I pull his dick out of my mouth and run the tip of my tongue along the underside, from balls to tip. "You're a bastard, you know that?" I hiss before taking him back into my mouth. "Such language," he laughs. "Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?" I am awash in humiliation, but manage to press on. I find my rhythm and am rewarded with small grunts of pleasure. I don't really like giving blowjobs. I don't begrudge them too much and I want to give my partners pleasure. But the act itself never turned me on. This one is different. The entire situation seems completely depraved. I'm kneeling, effectively naked, in my ex-boyfriend's living room wearing an outfit designed to display my body as lewdly as possible. And as he makes degrading comments about me, I'm busy sucking him off. And all of this in an effort to get him to delete pictures of me fucking myself senseless with a hairbrush in a public restroom. I should be petrified with shame. I should be curled up in a ball unable to face this reality. I should probably be in a fucking institution. Two days ago, I was worried about showing little glimpses of my bra in public. Two days ago, even using this kind of language was unimaginable. Now, I feel my juices start to run down my leg. My shame is an aphrodisiac. Each insult, each disgusting remark, sends a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. I remove one hand from Paul's thigh and tease it along the length of my sex. My cunt. This move does not go unnoticed. "You know, after you suck me off I would be happy to take that freshly shaved pussy for a test drive. I'm sure I'm good for a second round." If he wasn't being this much of a prick, I might have taken him up on it. If he wasn't being this much of a prick, it wouldn't have turned me on so much. "Not a chance in hell!" I fire back angrily, removing my hand from my cunt. "Your loss, babe. But it's probably for the best. The guys will be here in a few minutes to watch the game. It might be embarrassing for you if you're bouncing up and down on my dick when they arrive." My eyes go wide with panic. A glance at the clock tells me it's 20 minutes to game time. They could show up any minute! I need this done, NOW. I take Paul's hand in one of my own and guide it to my exposed tit. He starts to grope and fondle it harshly as I return my hand to his cock. With my other hand, I pull up the hem of the shirt, exposing my dripping cunt to Paul. I hear an appreciative "Ooh" as I start to slide two fingers in and out of my engorged pussy. I pull Paul's dick from my mouth and lock eyes with him. I pump him furiously with my hand and conjure the sluttiest voice I can muster. "Cum for me, Paul. Shoot you seed down my throat!". I plunge his cock back in my mouth as my other hand starts to furiously rub my clit. Paul's appreciative moans tell me he's getting close. But I'm racing against the clock, as well as my own impending orgasm. "Do it! Fill my belly with your cum." I'm getting desperate. Desperate for Paul to finish. Desperate for my own release. "I need it, Paul. Cum for me." As I say the words, I feel my orgasm welling up inside me. I try to push it back down, to focus on Paul, but the need is overwhelming. I practically attack him with my mouth while never stopping my relentless assault on my pussy. Paul drops my tit and grabs the sides of my head. I feel him quiver as I pull back to give him one more round of encouragement. "Use me! Make me your slut! Make me your whore!" I lean forward to take him into my mouth once more, but he holds me in place. As the first rope of his semen hits my forehead, my own orgasm takes hold. I feel a torrent of shame-fueled ecstasy as Paul's spunk splatters across my face and hair. I take a moment to regain my senses and let go of his deflated member. "That was awesome!" Paul's as giddy as a schoolboy. "I haven't cum that hard in, well... ever!" "Delete the pictures! NOW!" "Okay, okay. Keep your pants on, babe." eyes my naked pussy as he pulls his own pants up and reaches for his phone on the end table. "Very funny." I grab a napkin from the coffee table to get the worst of the mess off my face. "There, all gone. See?" He holds his phone up to show me the screen. I can't really see as I'm still cleaning his sperm from my eyes, but I don't press the issue. Just then, there's a knock at the door. "Oh no!" Paul giggles, his face a mixture of mock surprise and genuine delight. "Coooomiiing!" He calls out in a sing-song voice, the pun intended. Paul heads to the door, barely able to contain his laughter. I leap to my feet, grab my stack of clothes and am hot on his tail. Paul opens the door and stands aside so as not to obstruct the view. "Hi, guys! You remember Jules..." I bolt through the doorway, the mockery of an outfit not covering anything of consequence. I shove past the two confused men standing there, and sprint to the parking lot. I hear Paul call out behind me. "What about my Packers shirt?" So much for reclaiming power. Jules 10 - Full Circle Back where it started. I sit in my car for long minutes unable to move. The seats are cool against the skin left exposed by the tattered rags I'm wearing, as the evidence of Paul's bargain dries to a crust on my skin and hair. I had come here to regain power in the smoking rubble of our past relationship. Instead, I'm leaving debased, degraded and humiliated. Why did I strip down to next to nothing for the benefit of my cheating ex-boyfriend? Why did I think a couple of pictures were worse than rewarding Paul's infidelity? Why do I keep playing J's game, no matter the consequences? And why am I so turned on? "You're here to suck my dick," Paul's voice tells me. And that's really the crux of it. Regardless of whatever story I tell myself about teaching Paul a lesson or making him 'rue the day', I was here to suck his dick. The 'deal' had but one purpose- to get him off at my expense. And the more the price went up, the more eager of a participant I became. "Fuck," I mutter as another realization sinks in. I'm now the other woman. After Paul and I split up, he stayed with the woman he cheated on me with. As far as I know, they're still together. I suppose I should be more charitable in my thoughts about her. "She's still a bitch!" Sue me, I'm only human. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I shake my head to bring me out of my stupor. I take a moment to assess my situation. I'm still wearing the tattered Packers shirt, only dressed in the barest sense of the word. I did at least retrieve the rest of my clothes, but my shoes are still back in Paul's apartment. I'm not going to face Paul and his friends over a beat up pair of sneakers. I have my purse, so keys and phone are accounted for. I also have a now familiar tingling in my pussy, despite having orgasmed mere moments ago. "I can't still be horny!" I admonish myself, noting that I've stopped using the embarrassed euphemisms for my vagina. My 'cunt,' I giggle. I briefly consider leaning my seat back and fingering myself to another orgasm here in the parking lot. But I'm not certain more of Paul's friends aren't expected. I also entertain the naughty idea of going through a drive-thru in my current state, tits and pussy hanging out and cum drying on my face. I feel a definite charge at the mental image, but decide I've tempted fate enough. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I ask again as I start the car and head home. I clean myself up and spend the balance of my Sunday in shockingly normal activities. I run several loads of laundry, buy groceries, and even check in with my parents. "Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?" My nipples go hard remembering Paul's taunt. "Pull yourself together, you're turning into a slut." I tell myself, pretending that I'm not a little excited by the notion. After dinner, I spend a little time cleaning the apartment and then log in to work to prepare for the coming week. I wake the next morning feeling refreshed, with the drama of the previous day a little further back in the rearview mirror. I shower and dress for work, eager to show off my new wardrobe. I opt for a stylish skirt and blazer combo over a crisp white blouse. Dark, thigh high stockings and matching pumps complete the outfit. The blouse is thin enough that I need to be careful with what I wear under it. I choose a lacy white bra and panty set which won't contrast too sharply with my pale skin. I fix my hair and apply a little makeup, trying to remember some of the techniques that J used on me. I don't have her touch, but my efforts are rewarded and I upgrade my mental tally from cute to attractive. Go me! I take a moment to consider myself in the mirror. The overall effect is smart and professional. Nothing over the top, but a definite step up from my usual comfy and casual. At the office, I'm greeted with appreciative comments about the look and even a playful wolf-whistle from Dan. Kim chides me about having an interview, but she smiles when she says it. All of the attention has given me a much needed lift after the rollercoaster of the weekend. The morning passes uneventfully, until I receive a text from J. "Sandwich Shop. 11." I notice there's no question mark. I reply with a quick affirmative and finish up my morning's work. I arrive at the shop promptly at 11, and am not surprised to find J waiting at a table tucked away in a quiet corner. I retrieve my food and join her. Before I sit, she gives me a slow, appraising look up and down. "Well done, Little Butterfly." I take my seat across from her, beaming at the compliment. We spend a few minutes in idle chit-chat as I dive into my sandwich. I decide not to bring up my encounter with Paul. I'm in too good a mood to relive the humiliation. J, with an unsurprising lack of food in front of her, does most of the talking. As I pop the last morsel of my sandwich into my mouth, that familiar smirk forms on J's lips. "Ready for the next stage of the game?" I swallow hard, but don't say anything. She fixes my eyes and continues. "You're currently wearing three items above the waist: your jacket, your blouse and your bra. You're going to go back to the ladies room and come back wearing only two. Your choice." She pauses a moment to let that sink in. "But Jules..." her smile deepens, "...keep the jacket." I head back to the restroom in a haze of disbelief. I don't even consider not playing along. Whatever sway she has over me seems to be getting stronger. Or maybe my reluctance is getting weaker. Moments later I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. There's really only the illusion of choice, since there's no way I'm going shirtless, even under the jacket. I retreat back to a stall for as much privacy as possible, and strip to the waist. I blame the cool air for my hardening nipples, but know that it's only one reason of many. Soon I'm back in front of the mirror, bra in hand, checking my reflection. There's no hiding the granite points of my nipples poking through the silky fabric. A closer look reveals the dusty rose of my areolas contrasting against the milky white skin of the surrounding breast, barely visible through the thin fabric. I shrug the jacket back over my shoulders, concealing my secret just as another pair of women enter the restroom. The flash of white lace in my hand catches one of their eyes, and she gives me a conspiratorial grin. Too late, I realize I left my purse at the table with J. So with a resigned sigh, I exit the restroom, bra balled tightly in my fist. Back at the table, I find that J has swapped seats. She's now sitting with her back to the room, leaving the corner seat for me. "Predictable, if disappointing," she says as I take my seat. Feeling naughty, I place the bra brazenly on the table between us. "Since you took the easy way out," she says, rising from her own seat, "you have one more choice to make." She steps behind me, sliding between the wall and my chair, and leans in close to whisper in my ear. My pulse quickens. Nothing good ever comes from her being behind me. "First things first..." she reaches down to open the buttons of my jacket. My arms hang limply at my side allowing her to open the jacket fully. I pray that my nipples aren't obvious, knowing full well that they are. I keep my head down, willing the other patrons to ignore me. "Your fan club is back." My head bolts up to see the same middle-aged man from Friday staring at me with hungry eyes. How had I missed him when I walked by? "Now here's your choice," she says, dragging my attention back from the man in front of me. "Two buttons from your jacket, or two from your blouse." J's breath is warm on my ear, but I shiver anyway. The jacket only has two buttons, so l would have to leave it open completely. But two buttons on the blouse is only slightly revealing. I flashed my bra to my coworkers repeatedly on Friday with three buttons missing. This time, I wouldn't have the bra but I'd have the extra button. And I could keep the jacket closed. "The blouse," I respond finally. "Good choice." It occurs to me that this choice, like the last one, is obvious. Is J goading me into some hidden trap? Or is she really just daring me to take the more adventurous path. She claims to be my friend, but she's also proven more than willing to leave me stripped of my security, my decency and my clothes. "But first," she pulls me back from my thoughts. "You look thirsty..." I watch my hand move of its own accord, as if pulled by unseen strings. I pick up my glass of ice water from the table and drink deeply. As I tilt the glass back from my lips, J's hand encircles my wrist and holds it in place. "Watch him," she breathes, almost inaudibly. My eyes return to the man at the next table. He waits expectantly, eyes fixed to my shirt. J guides my hand with gentle pressure and I offer no resistance. A small gasp catches in my throat as the cold glass touches my nipple, turning it to diamond. J circles the glass slowly and I feel the condensation soak into my blouse, my WHITE blouse. "Keep watching." My eyes are locked on the man. His eyes are locked, unashamedly, on my chest. Long seconds pass before J guides my hand and the glass back to the table. "Now, for your choice." I look from the man to my blouse. The cloth is soaked and molded tightly to the swell of my breast. My tata, I decide in the absurdity of the situation. My nipple shows clearly through the now transparent fabric. I look past my exposed chest to the table, where J has placed a small pair of sewing scissors. The invitation is clear. "Keep watching," she whispers again. She fades into the background and I take the scissors and look back to the man. His eyes roam back and forth from my chest to my face. Feeling emboldened, I give him a knowing smile as I bring the scissors to the top button of my blouse. SNIP... and I place the button gently on the table in front of me. My eyes never leave them man as I bring the scissors to the second button. The man's face is red with a now familiar flush of arousal. SNIP, the second button joins the first on the table. I feel my shirt part slightly as the closure is released. Basking in the attention of my admirer, I bring the scissors to the third button. His breath catches as I ever so slowly draw the scissors closed until the blade just touches the thread. I hold it there for a long moment as the man's eyes beg me to continue. Then I pull the scissors down, wagging a finger at the man scoldingly but with a wide smile on my face. I'm brought out of my reverie by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I look up to see a young barista, probably a college student, standing over me. "May I clear your dishes, Miss?" he asks my chest. My first instincts are to panic and cover myself, but I resist both. "Yes, please." I reply casually as I place the scissors and my bra in my purse, making no move to cover my exposed boob. The young man stands for an awkward moment unsure what to do, before finally grabbing my plate and wandering away. I scan the room, but find no trace of J. I gather my things under the watchful eye of the man at the next table. I shrug my jacket back over myself, but leave it hanging open. On my way to the door, I place a friendly hand on his shoulder and offer a cheerful "Have a nice day." "Um... thanks," I hear him stammer, but I'm already out the door.

Jackie's Rules by Dreming_Alice_ Jackie's Rules Pt. 01 College Girl gets some new rules to live by. The first day of Lectures had numbed Jackie. She was bored out of her mind, other students got off and on the bus as she stared off into the middle distance. She was disheartened to hear her Tennis wouldn't start for another Semester. She'd have to run to stay fit and finding the motivation for that was always difficult. Maybe she'd have to come up with some rules for herself. She liked rules... An open binder with an empty page marked Jackie's progress on a list of rules. It lay next to her mouse at her computer desk as she sat scrolling through the web. She'd sunk hours into browsing anything and everything on life hacks to motivational plans to make sure she was going to be at the top of her game when tennis coaching started. She unfortunately hadn't found anything that resonated. Everything just seemed to assume you could get up early, push yourself and succeed without any problems. Her tired eyes were still glued to the screen at 1 am, her dark brown, shoulder length hair starting to grease sightly from her long day. She reasoned she wouldn't shower as it was late enough. She pulled herself away from the screen and set an alarm for 05:30. She was going for a run. She had to start somewhere... On the 3rd day of term, as She pushed herself on the final stretch home, Jackie felt good. She was motivating herself. She was admittedly not jumping out of bed straight after her alarm, but she was coping. She did however, have a sinking feeling that this was going to be a very long Semester. She was going to have to stick at it somehow. Jackie elected to use the elevator, made it to her floor, walked to her room at the end of the corridor and turned her key... "Hey!" Jackie jumped out of her skin and turned to see a girl she didn't recognise standing in the doorway of the neighboring room. The girl's grin was emphatic. She looked so amused at startling Jackie, that she might burst out laughing. Jackie plumped for an almost mouse like "hi" in return. "So, you're the one who keeps waking me up at five thirty in the morning." The girl still seemed amused with the situation, so Jackie to a second to compose herself, standing straight, she still felt short next to the girl, who must have been 5' 9" or even 5' 10". Jackie's 5' 5" had never felt so small, the girl had a presence to back up her height, so when Jackie replied, it still sounded meak. "Yeah, sorry about that." The almost tender grin the girl returned was heartening to Jackie. "I'm Alice. " Jackie just grinned in return... Then remembering herself: "Jackie." "Well Jackie, would you mind turning your alarm off when it goes off tomorrow morning please?" Then it clicked. Jackie was lying in bed for 20 minutes each morning with the alarm blaring, struggling for motivation; and the poor girl next door was suffering through it! She blushed. "I am so sorry. It won't happen again. Can I make it up to you somehow?" She'd said it before she realised. But she liked this girl. Her confidence was inspiring and Jackie had, despite herself, enjoyed their short exchange. "Sure, you can buy me breakfast." Jackie started to walk into her room, but realised Alice was waiting expectantly. She was about to ask if she minded waiting for her to shower, but stopped herself, she could shower later and as she stepped inside, just grabbed her purse, span and walked straight out again. The pair sat in an almost empty cafe. Alice looking composed and Jackie feeling the complete opposite. She felt like her tied back hair was glistening with a day's wear and the sweat of her run, her sweatpants and running top didn't match Alice's jeans and blouse. The situation was making Jackie uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything, Alice was so engaging. She had already told Alice about her Tennis, her running and the fight she was having with self-motivation with it and even without thinking: about the empty binder with the page of rules she was planning to write... "Tell me more!" Alice seemed even more engaged than before. She was leaning forward conspiratorially, which egged Jackie on. She told Alice how she had always enjoyed rules, no matter how small. It kept her motivated in School, at tennis and at home. But with moving to college she had lost a lot of her rules. Rules from teachers were gone, from coaches and from her parents. She felt a little lost. "You know. I could help with some rules." "Let's head back to your room and have a look at that binder." Jackie had stood up before Alice had finished the sentence, she loved it! She wanted this. Needed it. "Rule 1 - wake up and get ourt of bed at 05:30" Alice dictated. "I've tried that!" Jackie protested. "Not as a rule you haven't, and not with me to answer to." Her heart skipped a beat. That simple sentence made it all click for Jackie, everything was going to be so much easier. With a set of rules she had accountability and purpose. She had to keep Alice close. "Of course, I can do that for you." Alice's smile was different this time, it had a new quality. But Jackie couldn't place it and she was too excited. "Rule 2 - Run every weekday morning." "Rule 3 - Go to the gym with Alice every Saturday." "If you're getting this fitness regime going, I can't have you making me look bad, you can help me train on Saturdays." Alice winked. Jackie melted. The conversation continued. Later that week, Jackie was heading out for her run at exactly 05:30 and Alice was waiting, she wasn't dressed for a run, just a tshirt and panties, presumably her sleepwear. "New rule. Come to Alice to get dressed after your morning shower." Jackie blushed. Nodded and walked away timidly, Alice watched, amused and relieved her boldness had paid off. She had been sat behind Jackie on the bus, on their first day of School and spotted a color scheme she was familiar with on Jackie's phone. It was a kink website. She couldn't believe someone was brazenly scrolling through the site in public! On closer inspection, the girl wasn't even looking at her phone, just scrolling and staring into space. Intrigued Alice had managed to lean in close to see her username for future use. On reading her profile at home, Alice knew she wanted her. She hadn't posted, but had prepared a signature with a list of likes that drew Alice in immediately. "Likes: clothing control/dares, semi/hidden public, complex dares, water sports, flith, cumplay, Masturbation, loss of control." Control - There was nothing Alice liked more. This cute little girl was too much. Alice found out a friend from her hometown was in the room next to Jackie and bargained some canteen credit for a room swap. All she had needed to do was wait for the right moment. Dressed in sweatpants and a tshirt after her shower, Jackie knocked on Alice's door. She was nervous, she could feel her heart thumping. So the relaxed sounding "Hi" she came out with when Alice appeared felt totally out of place. Alice was fully dressed now and immediately stepped out her room, leading Jackie back into her own room and asking to see her wardrobe. Jackie paused as Alice hopped on her bed. Sitting expectantly. "So show me what I'm working with." Jackie began rifling through the wardrobe but Alice shook her head. "No Jackie, I want to see you." "Naked." "Now." Jackie thought about protesting, but even as she did her hands were in the waistband of her sweatpants, revealing her shaven mound, one agonising second after a other, she slowly exposed herself... Alice sat, drinking in the naked girl in front of her. She was athletic, well toned, her thick brown hair stopped at her shoulders, framing her slender neck. Her prominent collar bones and small breasts were made more pronounced by the light from above being shadowed on her pale skin. The same true of her muscled stomach leading to her perfectly simetrical pussy lips. Short but toned legs flowed from petite feet to an ass that almost seemed too big for her. When she bent as Alice instructed, her pussy was perfectly framed between her plump cheeks and her powerful thighs. With Jackie bent over like that, Alice couldn't resist. She spanked her, probably harder than she should have... Jackie welped, but stayed where she was. She's been nervous, but the way Alice looked at her inspired her. She felt Sexy, she felt confident, she felt submissive. Alice's hand lingered on her ass but then withdrew, and Jackie missed it. She could feel her body flushing red after that, she stayed where she was to hide her embarrassment, not realising this was inviting another blow. Alice's hand connected with her other cheek and she chuckled. "Let's get you dressed perky." Jackie stood up, keeping her legs together, ashamed at her body's reaction. She watched intently as Alice perused her wardrobe with no sense of haste... Jackie sat in class, she didn't feel out of place in her outfit, but having it picked for her gave it more significance. She'd been handed a thong, tshirt, hoody, leggings and a pair of sneakers. Not dissimilar to what she would wear, though she preferred sweatpants. Alice had told her she shouldn't be hiding such beautiful legs. If Jackie needed any convincing, that would have been enough. Alice's approval was like a drug, she needed it. The lack of bra didn't bother her, she didn't need it for support and they could be uncomfortable. She was relaxed and keeping up with the lecture, she felt good. She felt purpose. Alice's rules were working, she wanted more. She opened a message to Alice. "Please give me more rules. Big or small, I love them so far." Her phone was silent for a moment, but then exploded with activity. Message after message from Alice arrived. She had to mute her phone and excuse herself from class. Jackie sat quickly on a wall outside the building and began to read. "Play tennis twice a week." "No using Elevators." "No shoes in your apartment." "Always walk to class, don't use the bus." "Don't lock your dorm room when you are in, so I can come in." "When dressing yourself, seek my approval (selfie or in person)." "No using anti-perspirant deodorant." Alice stopped herself. The last rule was a gamble and she didn't want to push Jackie too far, or let loose that she had seen her profile. She was hoping that the "filth" mentioned in her likes was like something she'd come acrosss before. A friend had confided in Alice that it was a turn on to feel dirty or sweaty, especially around others that were clean and composed... Jackie was disappointed when the messages didn't continue. But she reasoned there would be more to come. She would see Alice later hopefully... After class, Jackie walked back to her apartment, it felt amazing to be following her rules. Every single one gave her a sense of fulfilment, no matter how small. So taking her shoes off before entering her apartment had her smiling. A smile that amplified when Alice followed her in before she could close the door. "Do you have homework?" "Yes" "Do it now, I will be consolidating your wardrobe." Jackie's heart skipped a beat. This girl was not only great at setting rules, but seemed to be in tune with her kinks, should she mention it? She reasoned she would after her homework... Alice didn't want to go overboard on her first pass, so she got some granny panties, some full cup bras and all but one pair of jeans and piled them into a bag, took it to her room and returned empty handed... She returned and settled on Jackie's bed, watching with amusement as Jackie tried to stay focused on her assignments. As Jackie neared the end of the quiz she was working on, her stomach began to knot. She wanted to discuss her kinky side with Alice, but what of she had misread the situation. What if she was left looking like a total perv. It could ruin her whole time at college. She thought about it and decided that high risk meant a high reward and as she finished typing, she opened her favorite kink site and politely asked Alice over. Alice's grin was genuine, she hadn't expected this. As Jackie looked at her sheepishly. She just nodded and touched her shoulder. Fumbling for her phone one handed, she kept a reassuring hand on her new plaything and tapped out her username, sending a friend request over that she had planned for weeks time. This was all going so smoothly, this perfect little bundle of submissiveness was handing herself to Alice, with no pushback. Could she up her game, or would that be pushing it? Perhaps she needed an insurance policy to be sure... An hour later, Jackie was on her knees on top of her desk. Legs spread in a slave pose. Her ass was plugged, Alice had been shocked when her largest plug just slid straight in, Jackie had been mortified at her reaction, which only served to turn her on further. She was keeping herself raised slightly, as if she didn't she found herself settling into a pool of her own grool. Alice had asked her all manner of humiliating questions about her kinks and about her darkest fantasies. She had admitted to a blackmail fantasy, something she had never said aloud, nevermind told anyone. This was all fantastic news for Alice. Especially as her phone was propped up on the bed, recording everything… Jackie's Rules Pt. 02 Jackie gets more rules and slips into submission. Jackie's evening had been a blur. When Alice finally helped her down on numb legs, she was exhausted. Alice put her straight in bed and made sure her alarm was set. Tomorrow was Saturday, and she had plans for their Gym session... The next day, Jackie was sat on the mats at the gym, listening to the sound file Alice had given her, trying to concentrate on her sit ups. A difficult task with a woman in her ear telling her how exposing herself in public made her horny, that she was an exhibitionist slut and would crave attention from everyone she meets. She wasn't sure if the 'hypnosis' files worked, but they were driving her up the wall. Her pussy was leaking again, and she was worried the tight gym shorts Alice had given her would show how wet she was. What was even more worrying was the old t shirt she was wearing. It was thin, making it revealing without a bra as it was; but now she had been sweating, it was clinging to her. Her pert breasts may as well have been pressed up to the window she was working out in front of. That was how exposed she felt. Jackie's core was on fire. She couldn't remember how many crunches she had done, but it felt light thousands. Just as the audio file finished and Jackie's daze began to lift, her phone buzzed. Alice: "I am giving you a choice... 200 more crunches or 50. If you chose 50, I will collect your shorts from you before you begin." Panic rose through Jackie, she knew she didn't have 200 more in her, but 50 would take a few minutes if she could do them at all. Meaning her pussy would be on display in the front window of the college gym. It was 7am, so the street was basically empty, but the lights were on in the gym, practically illuminating her in the dawn light. She begged Alice for another option, begged with her eyes at least. She had been instructed not to talk to Alice, or reply. She was being observed from a distance. The second message read: "30, but you can't close your legs and I won't return your shorts." Jackie just nodded in defeat. She took off her shorts, placed them to one side and waited. After Alice walked by and gracefully picked up the damp garment she began. One. Two. Three... Jackie's mind wandered, she hoped no one would walk by, she day dreamed about someone walking by and stopping to watch, pointing out to a friend that she was not only bottomless, but you could see the entity of her breasts through the soaking t shirt and her large nipples were trying to escape the fabric, not only that but as they admired her dripping hole, they realised her ass was plugged. Only she knew she had been plugged since yesterday afternoon though. She'd been dragged out of bed by Alice, given her outfit to put on and marched to the gym. Now she only had half of the outfit left and wasn't sure when she would be fully dressed again... Her phone vibrated... Alice: "You realise you've done 100?" Jackie sat in shock. She had totally zoned out, half naked in the gym. Luckily no one seemed to be around, so she reasoned she was safe. Even still she snapped her legs shut and began to stand as the next message arrived. "No need to shower. You're jogging home." As Jackie became aware Alice was nowhere to be seen, some car headlights turned on out the front. As she peered through the full height window at the car park, she realised it was the car they arrived in, Alice's car!! Alice was leaving her half naked at the Gym. She drove past blowing a kiss, Jackie's chance at dignity resting on her dash, smelling of sex. The panic came and went and Jackie steeled herself. She got herself into this and would have to get out. She checked the length of the t shirt and realised now she was stood still it covered what it needed to, when she ran it would lift, revealing her open wet lips at the front and her plug from behind. Her largest plug was not an attractive number, it was a wide based silicone plug, which was a baby blue that had faded with age. "The plug of a true anal slut" Alice had said. Thinking of that now Jackie was utterly humiliated. Stepping out of the doors, the panic rose again and Jackie ran, tears forming in her eyes as she thought of her ruination. She ran, blocking out the outside world, her mind was fogged with fear and anger. She didn't remember the run home, but before she knew it she was banging on Alice's door. Tears streaming down her face she screamed at Alice, an unintelligible scream of raw emotion. She had trusted her and felt totally betrayed. She banged her fists on the taller Girl's chest and was quickly drawn into her arms. "I trusted you!" she sobbed. "You still can." Alice replied in a soft voice. "I thought you were ready... I thought you would be excited after the initial shock... I'm sorry. But you need my guidance to keep you on track and motivated, today was just a bit of fun for us both. If you don't want that level of risk, that's OK." Jackie's tears had stopped, but she still had her face buried in Alice's chest. "But tell me, did you see anyone at all on your way back?" Jackie shook her head, almost imperceptibly. "You see, I wouldn't put you at any real risk. It's Saturday morning at the beginning of the Semester. Everyone has a hangover." Jackie thought for a moment. "I guess you're right... Doesn't mean they couldn't have been someone, or that I wasn't scared shitless!" she retorted, feeling some of the anger returning. Alice took a risk. Stepping back, she moved her arms from around Jackie's back, whilst maintaining eye contact she lowered her left arm and felt for Jackie's bare mound. Except it wasn't a mound, her lips were wide apart and her fingers slid easily down a valley of Jackie's excitement. Pulling her hand to Jackie's lips and teasing her with her own wetness, she could see the other Girl's fight leave her, being replaced instantly with a hunger and lust that Alice desperately wanted to harness. As Jackie stared at her own wetness, tendrils of which connected Alice's fingers, she whimpered. She hadn't realised how her body had reacted to this morning's events. At least not to this extent. She felt for herself this time, her finger instinctively finding her engorged clit and gently caressing it, exploring the surrounding areas she found more wetness, and she lost herself. Her fingers slid backwards and forwards before entering the warm embrace of her still tight pussy, as she clawed desperately at the G spot she usually needed toys to reach. Her leg muscles tightened and her face contorted with pleasure, her open mouth finding Alice's outstretched fingers and gently fucking at them. Her other hand found It's way back to her eagerly awaiting clitoris. Both hands engaged in pleasuring herself in another Girl's room, her mouth occupied by sucking hungrily on fingers covered in her own grool Jackie totally forgot herself end allowed the impending orgasm to fill her every thought. CRACK! Jackie's face exploded with pain as Alice slapped her hard. "You think you can have it both ways!?" Jackie was disoriented and as she came back onto flat feet from her position on her tiptoes, her body relaxing somewhat she realise Alice had pulled her back to reality milliseconds before she climaxed. Her whole being felt disappointed and anxious to resume the sworded act. She forced herself to focus. "W... W.. What?" "You think you can submit and follow my rules when it suits you. You think you can use me to get off and just waltz back to your room and forget what I have done for you?" Jackie blinked. "It's not like that." "Well it looks like it Jackie!" "I need you to make a choice..." Alice stood arms folded and somewhat intimidating. All Jackie could think about was her fading orgasm. Trying to string a sentence together she looked at the floor. "You're right. I need your rules. I can't function without them. But this morning felt like too much." Alice thought for a moment. "OK. I will reign it in a little for the time being, but I need some guarantees from you." Jackie's heart lifted, a compromise would be good. "What like?" Alice began to list off her conditions. Jackie would trust her to decide what was best if she always put her safety and reputation first. Alice would control her entire schedule, her clothing and to some extent her personal time, she would be rewarded for good behaviour and it was inferred she's be punished for the opposite. At the end of the discussion Alice asked "So, will you submit to me?" The phrasing surprised Jackie, but then she realised that was what she was doing... "Yes" she nodded. "Good, then from now on when we first meet or when I give you an order you will call me Ma'am." "If you can't manage to differentiate when you should call me Alice, you will always default to Ma'am." "If you fail to do so. I will instantly reprimand you. No matter where we are, understood?" "Yes Ma'am." Saying it solidified what Jackie was already feeling she felt submissive and somewhat fulfilled, but mostly achingly horny. "Now give me your t shirt." Alice said as she turned to pick up her phone. Jackie was naked before Alice turned back around, and she collected the t shirt from her outstretched hand, replacing it with her own phone. "Fill in your School schedule in my calendar." Grabbing a permanent marker, Alice took the opportunity to mark her new toy. Rather than under the foot like her memory from toy story, she chose to put her letter 'A' on one of Jackie's pert ass cheeks. The girl barely flinched, so Alice added some flourish: A large love heart surrounding the letter and an arrow crossing through the whole piece. By the time it was finished it looked like a multi colored graffiti piece, just on the milky flesh of Jackie's ass. "Stand there and let it dry before you go see it." Jackie stood with Alice's phone in her hand, her task complete. Unsure of herself now. What did Alice want next? "I'm finished M.. Ma'am" Alice smiled, pleased with herself. She'd brought Jackie from wanting to run away to full submission in 20 minutes. "You may go and shower, but be careful not to wash off my artwork on your ass." Jackie played it extra safe, washing thoroughly from the sink, her hair would take a while, but she didn't want to upset Alice by rubbing her marking off accidentally. Even though it was a permanent marker, she wanted to be careful. She was unaware of the other girl in the next room, who was bagging up any panties that would cover her ass cheeks. Leaving her draw near empty, only her few thongs and g strings remained. She wouldn't need panties every day Alice decided She returned to her own room stashing the panties with the previously confiscated clothes. Jackie's Rules Pt. 03 Jackie's adventure continues. During the next weeks, both girls really settled into their new roles. Jackie was up early, beating her alarm most mornings. Happy to get her run completed and be greeted by Alice when she returned. Alice had continued to thin out Jackie's extensive wardrobe, but was still dressing her quite conservatively. She had her completing assignments for School as soon as she got home, followed by watching some assigned porn as her own homework task. Jackie even had a uniform that Alice had picked. Knee high socks, a thong and a neck tie. She wore it whenever she was in either apartment, getting between them was still scary, her exposed breasts made her incredibly wary as she crossed the short distance through the hall every time. Especially as Alice usually made her wait after knocking. Jackie sat in class, proud of her success so far this Semester. She was performing well in Classes and felt fitter than ever. Even walking to class was helping with that. Alice had been a huge help and their arrangement seemed to have gone from strength to strength. Though she realised the other girl was taking over more and more, she didn't have reservations. Alice had picked out an outfit for her that she wouldn't have picked herself. She was turning heads and enjoying it. A push up bra forced her breasts into view in a cleavage framed by more open buttons on her blouse than she had originally been comfortable with. Her skirt was knee-length but tight, showing off the shape of her ass and thighs and making her walk slowly on the tall heels she'd been given. The g-string Alice had handed her was one she'd bought for fun. She'd never worn it outside the house. Nevertheless, she felt good. It was a psychology class, one she wasn't really interested in, so she was day dreaming. Although she was brought back to reality by a message from Alice. "Come to the library after class. Fridays are going to be library study." Another rule, Jackie smiled. Her's was a late class on Friday, meaning she finished after 6. When she arrived at the library it seemed like only Alice was there. She led her to the second floor. "I picked this floor because it is quiet. Most people go to the top floor or stay on the First floor near the cafe." "I thought you'd appreciate some privacy, as your Friday study will have some special rules." Alice gestured to a table in the middle of the stacks. It didn't feel particularly private to Jackie. She put her bag down on it and listened to Alice's commands. "Firstly, your panties will remain round your ankles as you study, you will hold them in place with spread legs. Slide them down before you sit down and you may pull them up when you're finished." "Secondly, you'll be wearing your princess plug. Again, insert it before you begin. In the future, you may wear it in advance." "Finally, after you're done, remove your bra and carry it out of the library in plain sight." "Yes Ma'am." None of this scared Jackie too much as the library still felt deserted, she wasn't sure what it would be like towards the end of the Semester though. She made her way to a seat and immediately she found issue with her outfit. She couldn't pull her panties down with the skirt on. It was too tight. Resigned to her fate, she unzipped the skirt and pulled it to her ankles, before putting her thumbs in the waistband on the g-string, making it follow suit. Standing up she looked at Alice. "Where's the plug Ma'am?" Alice smirked, placing the plug and lube on the table opposite Jackie. Jackie sighed, the table was huge and to get to the opposing side she'd have to walk around it... bottomless. Alice watched in amusement as Jackie stepped out of her clothes, walked gracefully over to the items in her heels, her ass swaying as she did. Was that deliberate? She then proceeded to bend over, her ass facing Alice as she lubed her awaiting hole and slid the plug in easily. Soon she was back at her seat, positioning the panties and pulling up the skirt. She sat down carefully and opened her math textbook, trying to focus on studying. Alice left her to it: Unbeknownst to Jackie, she was sat on the stairs keeping an eye out for unexpected visitors. She didn't want the girl in trouble, but knew the perceived risk would drive her wild. Jackie felt totally lewd, the panties round her ankles were almost worse than any nudity. And she realised anyone come up the main stairs would be eye level with them before they even saw her face over the table in the center of the large space. Her mind wandered away from the textbook as she wondered what she would do if that ever happened. Today at least, it seemed unlikely. A text message broke her reflection. "You're finished for today. We'll done" With no extra input from Alice, Jackie followed her standing orders. She unhooked her bra, maneuvering it out through her shirt sleeve, before standing and on a whim, stepping out of her panties. Packing her study equipment away quickly, she grabbed both garments in one hand, letting them dangle as she strode for the stairs. The skirt and heels still prevented any quick progress. Jackie made it down the stairs and out the door in a few minutes. Greeted by Alice's smug grin. She held out her hand and Jackie passed over her underwear, Alice's amusement piqued as she noticed the thong. "You didn't want to get bottomless again I see..." "No... I guess I thought this was easier Ma'am." replied Jackie. "You know, I may punish you for not following instructions fully in the future Jackie." Jackie just nodded, and they walked back to their apartment block, making small talk along the way. They were both laughing as they neared the front door. Alice quickly blurted out a rule she'd been thinking up on the way home. "If you're not wearing any underwear, you have to take off your shoes at the apartment building door." "I guess that's easy enough" Jackie shrugged, slipping off her heels and continuing onward. Even completing small rules like this gave her a sense of fulfillment so walking in the cold floor of the hall was a small price. She took her time walking up the stairs with Alice, waiting for her instructions as they neared their rooms. "I like that outfit, but it needs some modification for next Friday." Alice held out her hand. "Hand it over" Jackie paused, a little taken a'back. Then, with a furtive glance down the hall they were still occupying, she first removed the skirt, then unbuttoned and slid off her blouse. Standing utterly naked. Utterly exposed. Utterly aroused. It seemed like an age whilst Alice folded the clothes, before looking at Jackie again. "You may go in your apartment now. Early start for the gym tomorrow." "Yes Ma'am, thank you." Jackie was almost disappointed with being dismissed. Her heart was pounding and her whole body was alive with anticipation. The lack of anything further deflated her and left her craving it. She wanted to be tormented further? God she needed some release. She hadn't had time to masturbate in over a week. Maybe now she would take some time, maybe being sent away was perfect. She opened her door and headed straight for her bed, throwing her naked form in amongst the bedding and as her face buried into the sheet, her fingers buried deep into her eager pussy. With the heel if her hand she put pressure on her clit and within minutes her whole body tensed. Writhing with pleasure, she groaned with the most intense orgasm she'd ever had; and after some intense breathing curled into the sheets, drifting into a slumber that was only broken the next morning... Alice banged on Jackie's door early, she wanted to catch her off guard. As the other girl answered the door bleary-eyed, Alice pulled her naked into the hall. Closing the door behind them. She handed Jackie some of the clothes she's confiscated, a long, tight tank top and a pair of plain black panties; as well as a pair of her trainers. Jackie slipped them on and looked expectantly at Alice. The realization she wasn't getting anything else slowly forming in her still tired mind. "It's still early morning and you've worked out in less before" Alice started walking down the hall, leaving Jackie to jog to catch up. Alice was content to walk to the car in silence, but Jackie chatted nervously the whole way down the stairs asking about Alice's plans, chatting about School, anything to make this situation feel more normal. "Jackie, It's early morning. You might be attracting more attention to yourself by talking so much" Her reply was almost a whisper "Oh God..." Alice mused "I could always gag your with those panties if you like." The both chuckled, but the image stayed with Jackie. Bottomless in public again. This time with her own, embarrassingly already damp, underwear. She was much quieter in the car, introspection taking over. They reached the gym and were the only car in the car park. Alice strolled in through the automated turn style with her plaything in tow. No plan for the session, other than mildly tormenting her. Alice produced a remote vibrator from her bag and handed it to the other girl. Jackie looked at it, recognition bringing a wave of excitement and apprehension. "I'll put it in the toilet Ma'am." "No, you'll put it in here. Take off your panties, put it in and then I'll let you dress." "But I'm not wet yet." "Well you'd best make yourself wet once you have your panties off" "Oh god..." Jackie threw per panties down, stumbling out of them over her trainers, wetting her fingers with her mouth and sliding them tentatively between her folds. "Not wet" wasn't exactly true. She was definitely slick already and her fingers found a ryrhm dancing around her clit. She knew better by now not to get drawn in by it and keep an eye on Alice with her panties in hand. She did however forget her purpose for a moment and was about to start using her second had when she felt the toy and remembered her task. It slid in easily and her pussy felt full from the quite large egg now populating it. Looking at Alice expectantly, she held out her hand for the garment that would give her some semblance of coverage. Alice answered by first turning on the egg on low and then slowly handing over the panties. Already flustered, Jackie fumbled the panties back over her trainers and up back over the toy, feeling relieved to be wearing anything over her pussy, despite the limited coverage the underwear provided. During the next hour the 2 girls worked outside by side. Now and then there would be a change in the vibrations and Jackie would turn to look at Alice who wasn't acknowledging any of it. She talked to Jackie throughout about school and her friends, her parents and tennis. She was fishing for information, but the other girl didn't need to know that. By the end of the workout Jackie was a horny mess and Alice wasn't even acknowledging it. She felt like a dirty whore compared with the composed girl she was with. This further fueled her submissive, horny mood further. As they walked towards the exit, Jackie felt like she was in the ultimate sub space. The dull vibrations continuing to pull her deeper. They headed to leave via the front door and as they stepped through the lobby, Alice spotted a girl from class working behind the desk, steering Jackie over to talk. Alice briefly introduced Jackie and made small talk with her friend, increasing the vibrations, making Jackie unable to take part. It was all she could do to keep a straight face and stand still. What happened next however made Jackie crash back to reality. Using the excuse of tying her shoe lace, Alice was crouched down and lowering Jackie panties, tapping her feet to signal her to step out of them. To her surprise she complied and was bottomless in the gym, once again. She smiled at the new girl, terrified of what was to happen next. Tugging her top down over her ass and pussy as good as possible. Barely covering her wetness. Alice stood up holding the panties, dropping them in the garbage can. She said goodbye to her classmate and grabbed Jackie's hand to walk out, leaving Jackie with only one hand free to hold her tank top down. She held it over her ass as good as possible, so the new girl didn't see her naked ass, still with Alice's mark on it. However this had the unintended consequence of raising it in the front, baring her dripping cunt to anyone who might walk into the gym. She prayed as they walked towards the doors and out to the car. No one was in the car lot, but plenty of cars drive past. What if they saw!? It wasn't until they were in the quiet of Alice's car that Jackie realised the vibrations had stopped. The relative silence and stillness in the car, allowed Jackie some introspection. She realised how desperately she wanted to cum. Seemingly sensing this, Alice produced a dildo and a bottle of lube. Jackie was embarrassed "I won't need the lube Ma'am" "Oh but you will, the egg stays in, you're fucking your ass with this while I drive. If you cum before we get home, you can have the orgasm. If not, I will not allow you to cum today." Bright red with embarrassment, Jackie began to lube the dildo, easing it into her ass. " Seat belt.... " Alice chided Jackie laughing to herself. "Sorry Ma'am." Now, buckled in, Jackie began fucking herself, slowly at first. Then faster and deeper as she open her ass to allow the dildo in. She began to fill with dread as she saw landmarks that were close to their dorm." Please can I use the egg?" "I'll trade you the remote for your top was the reply." And then she was naked, she hadn't even thought about it. Just pulled off the top and retrieved the remote from her tormentor. She started the vibrations, keeping the dildo moving in and out of her ass hole. The combination sending her closer and closer to the moment of ecstasy she was seeking. They were pulling into the basement parking when Jackie tipped over the edge, groaning in animalistic pleasure, writhing in the seat next to Alice, wearing only a pair of trainers. Alice took the time while Jackie recovered to park and get out of the car holding her t shirt. Finding the nearest garbage can, she threw it away too. Returning to the other girl wearing a huge grin. "Have fun?" "God yes Ma'am, can I get dressed now?" "Nope, your top is gone, you best hope no one is up and about yet." Jackie winced. Not only was she a naked sweaty mess, but her thighs were slick with her own juices and her ass was gaping from the rigorous fucking she had just given it. Anyone who saw her would see her as a total whore. Alice again grabbed her hand, slightly to reassure her, but mostly to control the speed she moved at, forcing her to walk the whole way. Reminding Jackie to remove her shoes before entering the apartment block Alice drew out their time on every flight of the staircase, then along the hall to their rooms, finally allowing the other girl to return to her bed, where she slept for the rest of the morning. Returning her strength.

Unexpected Fraternity Entertainment byAmyscute2000© For those of you who haven’t read any of my stories, I’m a 23 year old recent college graduate. I went to college in upstate NY and have been struggling to find a real job since graduating a year and a half ago. I was living up at school, hanging around and living with friends. After much begging and pleading (and threatening to stop giving me any more money) my parents finally convinced me to move back home. I’ve been home for a few months but still haven’t been able to find a good job, so I finally gave in and took a job as a hostess/waitress at a local bar that caters primarily to the local college crowd by my parent’s house. After working there a few weeks, the manager asked me if I would be interested in working for their catering company also. Because of the strict alcohol laws in the county, all parties for the college fraternities, sororities, and other groups have to be catered by a certified catering company that is registered with the school. The bar that I worked at, like many in the area, also made a side business out of catering these parties, which basically consisted of checking id’s at the door and selling bracelets for those who could drink. I remembered sneaking into a fraternity party or two with my friends when I was back in HS and I remembered seeing the catering companies controlling the kegs and stuff. Since the bar only let me work 3 or 4 nights a week, I figured it would be good easy extra money. I did it for 3 or 4 parties and found that it was really easy. All I had to do was either help the bouncers (who were all really nice and cool) give out bracelets, or pour beers from the keg tap. Well about 2 weeks ago, the manager asked me if I wanted to work at the Sigma Nu new pledge party, which was a party they were throwing to welcome their new pledge class. It sounded like it would be like the parties I had already done so I told him I’d do it. Well during the week before the party, while speaking to my younger brother who is a junior in college in Colorado, I filled him in on where I had been working, and that I was going to be working at the Sigma Nu party on Friday night. I had thought that I remembered that a two of his friends from home were in Sigma Nu. Their names were Mark and Steven and I really didn’t like them. They had been little perverts and jerks since my brother and they were age 14. We didn’t get along at all, and on remembering that they were in Sigma Nu, I wasn’t happy at all that I might see them. When I told him I was working at the Sigma Nu party he started to freak out. “You are going to work their new pledge party! Amy, no way, you can’t!” “Why not?” I asked, a little surprised because his being younger, he had never tried to boss me around or tell me what to do. “Mark and Steve tell me about that party every year, there aren’t any girls there, its just for the brothers and the new pledges, they hire strippers and skanky girls and go totally nuts. Last years ago they said one of the strippers had sex with one of the new pledges in the bar room before moving upstairs to one of the rooms.” “Well,” I replied, “I’m just going to be serving beers and mixing a few drinks maybe.” “Ok whatever, but be careful, and don’t’ say I didn’t warn you,” my brother said. When I hung up the phone and thought about it for a minute and tried to picture the Sigma Nu house. I didn’t really know anything about it, and when I couldn’t remember ever going there when I was in high school or home from my college on break. I figured I’d just ask the manager about it if I spoke to him. On Friday night I started getting ready to go to work. After showering and shaving my legs and all the “necessary” areas, I started to think about what I should wear. After a few moments, I decided to wear what I had worn to the other parties. I wore a pair of my tight blue jeans, a pair of boots, and a normal but tight fitting black spandex top. The catering guys picked me up as usual, because I usually didn’t know where the parties were. On the ride over from the bar to Sigma Nu, one of the bouncers Phillip said, “This is supposed to be a fun wild one.” “Really? Why do you say that?” I asked meekly. “I worked this party last year,” he answered. “They hired their own shot girls and a couple of strippers who gave a little show towards the end of the night. The guys got smashed and had a lot of fun, but we had to break up a few rowdy fights here and there.” “Oh! I know two guys that are in the house that are friends with my brother,” I said. “They told him that it was a crazy party every year or something like too. They said something about a stripper last year having sex with a guy at the party and then going upstairs.” “Yeah” the Phillip said. “Like I said, they got pretty rowdy doing shots with the shot girls and stuff, and we had to drag a few guys away from em and break up a few fights over that, but we had it under control.” “Oh ok,” I said. “Just keep an eye on me will ya?” “No problem Amy, don’t worry.” Phillip said and smiled. When we got there nobody was around yet. It seemed like most of the guys were upstairs getting ready, and we could hear sounds of rap music and tv’s here and there in the floors upstairs. The 1st floor of Sigma Nu was fairly big, it had a large foyer that had a hallway lead away off of the right side of it. Me, Phillip and the other bouncers followed that hallway down about 15 feet to a large room, maybe about 50 feet by 20 feet. In the back corner there was a wooden bar about 10 feet long with a wide table behind it. The guys started to set up the keg stations there, and a dj came and started to set up on the opposite wall. I hung out for a while and just looked around at the fraternity composites on the walls. There were also a lot of sports trophies and it seemed as if a lot of guys in the house were wrestlers, lacrosse, and baseball players. I smiled to myself thinking this could be kinda fun if I didn’t have to see Mark and Steve, and there were some cute boys around. The guys finished setting up and told me that I didn’t have to help sell bracelets in foyer. After about 20 minutes, some guys started to trickle down and into the room, and the dj started playing some music. By about 10:00 it seemed as if half the house, about 30 guys, were there, and luckily there was no sign of Mark or Steve. I was hoping that they were away for the weekend or something, and I loathed the thought of having to make small talk with them while they gave me perverted looks or tried to hit on me. We were pouring a lot of beers, and the guys seemed to be having a good time, and were starting to get drunk, when a two guys came up to me and Phillip. They looked sort of frantic, one of them was tall and cute, with nice blue eyes. I thought I had noticed him in one of the pictures. “Listen, we’re the social chairs,” the tall handsome one said, “and we’re in kind of a jam.” “What’s going on? Everything looks like its going fine” Phillip said to him. “Well we are having two strippers show up at 11:00 to dance for the guys, but we just got a call that both girls who were supposed to give out shots can’t make it.” “Well what do you want us to do about that?” Phillip replied with a shrug. Both of the guys looked me up and down for a second. “Hmmmm, well we wanted to know if maybe she would be willing to do it for us? Its just serving shots and a few trays of beers” the tall cute one said as he turned to me. “Please please please!” the other social chair added in, as he put his hands together in a begging motion. “We’ll give you an extra $200.” I thought about it for a second and looked around the room, “Sure” I said. “This doesn’t doesn’t seem too bad anyway. Is it ok Phillip? You guys could handle the beers right?” Phillip shot me a nervous look and turned to the guys and said “Can you please excuse us for a second.” The guys walked a few feet. “Listen to me! I know you don’t think this is so bad, but think about if you really want to do this. These guys are going to get a lot drunker and when the strippers are dancing they are going to be really rowdy, and even rowdier when they leave and there’s no women here for them to hit on.” “How bad can it be though? I’ll just be serving shots, I’m used to guys hitting on me or trying to pinch my ass and stuff like that.” I said. “Well its up to you really, I’m not gonna lie, I think the shot girls made a ton of money last year in tips, which you can keep of course, but they were letting the guys grope them and give them pecks here and there, and all sorts of wild stuff.” Phillip answered. “Well I’m not gonna do that stuff Phillip!” I said. “Well they are gonna try!.” He responded. “Plus, they are not gonna let you wear that!” He added, pointing at my clothes. “Well we’ll see, and I’ll try to control myself” I said with a girlish and devilish grin. I signaled the social chair guys back over and told them I would do it. “Great! Thanks!” the taller guy said. “Well when do you want me to start?” I asked. “Ummmm, well could you change first and then keep serving beers and hang out and just start serving shots when the strippers get here?” he asked “Change into what?” I said a little apprehensively but half expecting it. “We have the outfits for the two girls who cancelled upstairs, hopefully one of them will fit you, come on follow me,” he said. I looked at Phillip and game him a nod that it was ok, and I followed the tall guy out of the party room and down the hallway to the foyer, and up two flights of stairs to what I assumed was his room. On the way he introduced himself as Jimmy and I smiled and told him my name was Amy. When we got to his room, he went over to a bed and pulled a bunch of stuff out of a bag that looked like a bag from our local mall. He turned around and held up in front of him what looked like a black bikini top and some strings. “Do you think this will fit you?” he said. “It’s a string one so the woman in the store said it was adjustable anway.” He handed it to me. It was a black bikini top that was too big for me, since I’m only a 34b. “This won’t fit, do you have another one?” I asked. He looked back in the back and pulled out the other one that he had and handed it to me. It was a 34 b. “This top will fit” I said. “Now what is about this? You want me to wear this?” I said holding up what supposed to be the bikini bottoms. It was just a small patch of fabric to cover me in the front, and out of that ran three black strings, which formed just a “T” in the back. “It’s a g-string” Jimmy said. “The girls wore them last year, oh! and we have this too,” he said as he pulled out what looked like a blue magic marker. “What is that for?” I asked. “Well its for the fraternity, so its just a bodypaint marker. You know, so you can write stuff.” I started to get a little nervous and have second thoughts and asked, “Well what do you intend to write and where?” I said thinking I knew where this was going. “Well you can write whatever you want on your stomach, or arms, but, well, we were thinking we would write a Sigma symbol and a Nu symbol on you, you know, in the spirit of the fraternity. “HMMM, WHERE?” I asked again. “Well if it is ok, on your butt?” he said in a soft embarrassed way. I had to laugh. This was just too crazy, silly and humiliating. “You mean you want me to wear a g-string, and walk around your fraternity party room serving shots, with the Sigma Nu letters painted on my ass?!” “Well….yeah” He answered, sensing that I was going to back out. “Ok” he added, “I’ll give you $250, and listen, you’ll make another $100 or two in tips also.” I began to reconsider the whole proposal when I realized that it could also be fun and a little bit of a turn on to do it, plus Phillip and the other bouncers would be there, and nothing bad could really happen. “Ok fine” I said at last. “Where can I change?” He led me to the bathroom right next door to his room. I went in and locked the door. After taking off my clothes and cleaning myself up a little I tried the suit on. The top fit fine, but I was worried about the bottoms. I slid them on. Boy did they seem small! The patch of fabric just barely covered me in the front, and that was it. There was nothing else to them. The strings ran around my hips and in the middle of my back, a string ran down and disappeared into my ass. I felt like I was bottomless. Thank god I was still going kinda regularly to a tanning salon wearing nothing, or I would have had some awful tan lines showing. As it was, I was tan enough to look good in it. I realized that I couldn’t walk around barefoot, and that I would have to put my boots back on. I guess Jimmy hadn’t exactly thought about footwear. I felt a little silly in my boots, but at least they were black, and came up to just under my knee. After checking myself out in the mirror one last time, I gathered up my clothes and unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped back into the hallway. I heard voiced down the hall and being embarrassed and now knowing anyone, I jumped back into Jimmy’s room. He was there, along with the other social chair guy. When they saw me come in, they both had ear-to-ear-shit-eating grins. “Nice Amy!” Jimmy said an whistled. “That looks perfect! Lemme see the back” I turned around for them and stood there for a minute. When I didn’t hear them say anything after a few seconds I turned back around quickly. Jimmy’s mouth was slightly open, and the other guy was just smiling. “Amy” he finally said, “You look awesome! Thanks again for doing this, I think you are better than both of those other girls that can’t show up as a matter of fact.” “Thanks!” I said. “Ok, should we go downstairs?” “No you forgot the paint” Jimmy said holding up the blue paint marker. “Oh yeah, I forgot,” I lied. “Come over here and let me fix you up” Jimmy said. I walked over, and he kinda grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. He knelt down and took the cap off of the marker. “Don’t worry” he said, “This stuff washes off” I felt his left hand grab my left hip and then I felt the marker and his hand slide across my left ass check, very slowly. “How is that?” he asked his friend. “It looks ok” he replied, then added “Here, use the red one for the other letter.” He handed Jimmy another marker and I felt him then do the letter on my right cheek. “All done” he said and he stood up. “Take a look!” I walked over to a full length mirror and turned around and looked at my ass. As I looked I realized how humiliating this really was. My left cheek had a huge Greek letter for Sigma, and my right and huge “N” for the Greek letter “Nu.” “Alright, Let’s go” I said at last. I handed Jimmy my clothes and he put them in a bag for me in the corner of his room. We walked out into the hall and down the stairs. When we entered the foyer, the first few guys saw me and erupted in catcalls and whistles. I turned three shades of red and felt my skin heat up. “This is going to be interesting” I thought to myself. When we walked through the foyer and the guys who were hanging out saw my ass, and their fraternity letters, they erupted in clapping and laughter and whistles again. At this, I quickly walked ahead of Jimmy and went down the hall to the party room. When I got there, I quickly made a bee line to the bar where I saw Phillip serving a bunch of guys beers. I jumped behind the bar and looked at Phillip. “So? What do you think?” I asked him, spinning around. “Oh my god!” He answered. “For one, I didn’t know you were going to wear that! And for two, ummm, well I didn’t know you were going to wear that!” I giggled and looked back at the room and realized it was filled now with about 50 guys I didn’t even know. Getting embarrassed, I made sure I was facing the room so that none of the guys who hadn’t already seen me realized I was wearing a g-string in the back. It was about 10:30 and I helped Phillip serve beers from the kegs. Luckily, the taps were in front of us so I didn’t have to turn around. Everything was going fine until I saw them. Coming across the room, were Mark and Steve, my brothers lame friends. They had obviously spotted me and were coming straight for the bar. “Hi Amy,” Mark said as he sauntered up to the bar. “I didn’t know you worked for these guys” he said indicating Phillip and the other catering guys. I noticed his and Steve’s eyes begin to wander all over my body. “Yeah, for a little while now.” Trying to avoid further conversation, and eager to get his wandering eyes off of my tits, I said bluntly, “What do you want? A beer?” They both answered yes. I looked down and froze. I was out of cups and the sleeves of cups were back behind me on the back of a table that was behind the bar. Phillip had walked away for a minute to chat with the DJ. I realized I was going to have to turn around and Mark and Steve, who were looking at right at me still, were going to see my ass. As quick as I could, I spun around and reached back across the table and grabbed two sleeves of cups. I had to bend over slightly to reach them on the back of the table, and as I did, I heard Steve say “Holy shit! Mark check out Amy!” I spun back around as fast as I could and tried to pretend it was no big deal. Mark, giggling like a kid on Christmas, but trying to look dead serious said “Amy, who wrote our fraternity letters one your ass?” Then, unable to keep his straight face, he burst out laughing. “Amy, I’d never thought in a million years I’d be able to see you like that, let alone at our party!” “Calm down boys” I said coldly, “I’m just working here tonight for a little extra cash, and your other shot girls weren’t showing up, so gimme a break” “Wait,” Steve said, “You’re our shot girl tonight? No way!” and he started giggling uncontrollable too. “Why? It’s not big deal” I said. “Oh yes it is!” Answered Steve. “Your gonna have to walk all around the room wearing that.” Other guys were behind them and wanted beers too so Mark and Steve had to move along which was fine with me. For the next half hour or so, guy after guy would come up to the bar and flirt with me or try to hit on me. Phillip shot them a nasty look for me once in a while, but some were very cute and looked muscular, so I didn’t mind the attention actually. The strippers were late but eventually showed up. They looked a little older than me, and they were tall and very good looking. They had a very scary looking bodyguard with them, who wore a black leather jacked. He looked like a convict, but I guess that’s the point, and I figured no one would mess with the girls with him around. A few brothers started arranging folding chairs around the outside of the room. After a few minutes it looked as if they were almost ready to start. Jimmy came over to me and asked me if I was ready start walking around with shots and beers. He brought out a tray, a ton of paper shot cups, and a few bottles. I helped him fill them with cold Yeigermister and Southern Comfort. When a tray was filled with about 15 shots, Jimmy looked at me and said, “Well Amy, you’re on!” I looked around the room and saw that the DJ had put on some hip hop dance music, picked up the mic, and introduced d the strippers who were just starting to dance. The room erupted in applause. Almost all of the brothers were now sitting around the room. Jimmy signaled to the DJ. He grabbed the mic again and announced “Ok, guys, in addition to our lovely dancers, welcome our lovely shot girl and bartender, Amy!” The guys cheered again and looked in my direction. “Ok, here goes” I said. I took the tray in both hands cause it was kinda heavy, and walked into the rectangular ring of chairs. As I walked around the room, I could feel eyes staring at me, but they were also pre-occupied looking at the two strippers. The guys each game me a big smile as I handed out the shots. I had walked about half way around the room when I got to Mark and Steve. They each took a shot, and as I kept walking I heard Mark say, “Damn look at that ass!” I thought he was talking about one of the strippers for a second and then I felt it. SMACK! Mark had given me a smack across my ass as I walked away. A few of the guys sitting around them started laughing and I turned around and gave Mark a nasty look and said “Quit it!” “Ooooohhhh!” one of the guys said, when they saw I looked pissed. “Not gonna get any tips that way” Steven said. I kept walking around the room and finally got back to the bar and Phillip, who seemed mesmerized looking at the strippers. He looked at me and smiled, “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he said. “No, but that guy Mark smacked my butt! Did you see that?” I said. “Yeah,” he answered, “But I expect you might get more of that as the guys keep drinking.” “I could use a drink myself I think,” I said, and slammed back one of the shots still left on my tray. I looked out at the strippers, and a new song came on. They now had their tops off and were wearing just bikini tops and their mini skirts. I grabbed a tray of beers that Phillip and Jimmy had set up and walked around the room again with it. Guys took them here and there. After giving out a few, one of the guys grabbed one from the tray, and stuck out his hand. He had a dollar bill in it and rubbed his hand and the bill all over my ass. Before I could protest or move away, he took the bill and stuck it in the back of my g-string and said, “Thanks Amy” Phillip saw what happened and looked at me and mouthed, “Are you ok?” I nodded yes, and just kept walking on. Every few guys or so started doing the same thing. The strippers were now topless, the guys were getting horny, and so their hands were all over my ass. When I got back to Mark and Steve again, Steve looked at all the bills in my g-string and said, “Look’s like Amy’s gotten into the spirit of it now” and then he leaned forward, slipped a bill into my g-string, and gave me a kiss on my right butt cheek. Startled, I jumped forward and almost dropped the tray. I couldn’t believe it! My brothers disgusting sleazy friend had just kissed my bare ass! I was so angry, but as I looked back at him as saw the look on his face, and Mark’s face, I saw nothing but lust. There were two topless gorgeous strippers dancing just a few feet from them, but they were just as turned on, maybe more, by me. I have to admit, although I hated them, it made me feel really good. I kept walking around the room, and ran out of beers before I got back to the bar. Phillip had laid out another tray of shots, but he said, “Give the guys a brake for a few minutes.” I took all the money out of my g-string and counted it, $23. Not bad. I gave it to Phillip to hold for me. I looked down at the tray and then at Phillip and said, “Wanna do a shot with me?” “Sure” he replied and we each picked one up and shot it back. We waited for a few minutes and brothers occasionally came up to the bar for more beers. Jimmy walked up and asked me to do a shot with him too, so I did. While waiting, I started drinking a beer too, and by the time I was done with that, I was definitely starting to get buzzed. A new song came on, Salt & Pepper’s “Lets Talk About Sex” I think, and the strippers, now wearing only g-strings, started dancing around the room and interacting with the guys a little bit. The bouncer they came with moved forward out of the darkness, so that he could be seen clearly by all the guys. He announced in a loud voice above the music, “Do not touch the girls unless you ask them or they say you can, or else we’re gonna have a problem.” It was so the guys, who were starting to get rowdier, wouldn’t get outta hand with the dancers, and it seemed to work. Phillip said I should walk around again with some shots so I grabbed the tray and walked around again. This time around, the guys were definitely getting more comfortable grabbing my ass and legs, saying crude remarks, but they were also getting more generous with the tips. They would hand me a few bucks, and lean forward as I walked by and give me a kiss on the ass, like Steve had done. They were tipping the strippers $5’s and $10’s here and there if the strippers sat on their lap and grinded against them a bit. Guys were talking shots from like there was no tomorrow, and I didnt’ even make it halfway around the room. When my tray was empty, I must have had $50 in my g-string in tips. Feeling good and very buzzed, I figured I’d walk back to the bar right across the middle of the room. The strippers were no longer dancing in the middle anyway and were off flirting and dancing for the brothers individually. When I got to around the middle of the room, Jimmy and a few other brothers who were watching me and not the strippers started whistling and chanting for me to dance. I looked back over my shoulder seductively at them, and then I looked down over my own shoulder at my own ass and then back at them and gave it a little wiggle back and forth to the music. This caused a huge eruption of whistles and catcalls from them. Feeling the blood rush to my face and my heart flutter, I suddenly felt very turned on. But it was more than that, I also felt very erotic and empowered. I dropped the empty tray with made a loud sound and got everyone’s attention, and started dancing like the strippers had done. The guys went nuts, knowing that I wasn’t a stripper, and whistled and cheered even more. Even the strippers stopped for a second and looked at me and smiled and nodded with approval. I don’t even know what song was on, but was some hip hop song. I gyrated my hips and shook my ass and smiled and blew kisses flirtatiously at the guys. I caught Phillip’s eye, and he smiled back at me too. I think he was started to get as turned on as I was. I saw Mark, who had a stripper on this lap. He was looking at me, and seemed to be in heaven. After about a minute or two, I figured I’d better stop and go back to the bar. I turned my back on the row where Mark and Steve were and slowly bent over to pick up my tray, making sure to keep my legs straight. Wow! What a reaction that got! When I got back to Phillip, I noticed he had a bulge in his jeans, and he seemed to be sweating a little bit. “You look like you were having fun out there” he said. “I was,” I said as I did another shot, and slid past him behind the bar, making sure to rub my ass against him. After a few more songs, the strippers took their bottoms off, and were now fully nude except for their high heels. They were now giving lap dances for $20. It was about midnight I think, when one of the strippers came up to me and said I was really good, and asked me if I wanted to dance some more. By now I was drunk and very turned on still from my last dance so I agreed. Big mistake! She took my hand and led me into the middle of the room and started dancing with me. I felt her breasts and legs touch up against my back and legs, as she rubbed up against me. The guys, seeing the stripper doing this with me, went bonkers! We danced faster and occoastionally I would drop to the floor and wiggle around a bit. After a few minutes I really started getting into it. This was a lot more fun than when I danced for my old boyfriend and his friend for some reason. We were hamming it up. We stood side by side, and bent over at the same time, gyrated on the floor and had a blast. Every once in a while I would look over at Steve and Mark who were sitting in utter awe with their jaws hanging open. During the second song, I felt the stripper I was dancing with put her hands on my back and grab the strings of my top. Before I could say anything or stop her, she gave it a quick tug and yanked it away. Cheers erupted and there I was, topless in front of the entire Sigma Nu fraternity, and my brother’s friends, dancing in a g-string. After seeing my tits, Mark and Steve each jumped out of their seats and onto the floor joking around and making a bowing motion. Even though I despised them, it made me laugh. The stripper threw my top to Mark, who immediately stuffed it in his pocket. I danced around topless, rubbing my chest and butt for the guys from time to time. I was really starting to enjoy this. When the song ended and the next song came on, the stripper I was dancing with walked over to the guys and resumed giving lap dances. I looked over and saw that Phillip had brought another round of beers on a tray around the room for me. Being alone in the middle of the room, and not knowing really what to do, I walked to the side of the room and started talking to Jimmy, who was now sitting on the perimeter also. “Hi!” I said. “This is actually a lot of fun!” “Amy,” he said, “You’re amazing, you’re as good and as hot as those other girls” motioning to the strippers who were each busy sitting on some brothers. “How bout giving me a dance?” He blurted out with a grin. Blushing, I said “Well what do I get for that?” “Ummm, well I’ll give you $20, just like those other girls. Not knowing that I was totally hot for him and would have done it for free, I said ok. I spread his legs and turned around and sat on his crotch. I felt him get hard within seconds after I started gyrating and grinding to the music. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me harder into him. I got up and turned around and faced him and started dancing right in front of him between his legs. By now I was oblivious to everyone else in the room, including Mark and Steve who were sitting right behind me across the room, but watching my every move. After a little bit, I put my right leg over his leg, and my left too, and straddled him. He looked up at me with his baby blue eyes, he looked so hot! I started gyrating again and leaned forward into him. His open mouth was on my chest in a flash, warm and sensual. I pulled quickly away trying to tease him. The song ended and I slid back on Jimmy’s legs a little and then moved back forward and ground my crotch against his really hard one last time. I started to “dismount” from Jimmy, but as I did, the worst thing happened. The front of my bikini must have gotten caught on his belt buckle and as I stood up, SNAP! The flimsy string broke off right from the patch of fabic in the front. I guess I had tied the side knot so tightly out of paranoia, that instead of becoming undone, it broke. Still oblivious to everyone else in the room except Jimmy, I grabbed my bottoms, turned around and held them up to look at them. I heard Mark and Steve yell first. “Holy shit!” Mark shouted. “Yeah boy!” Steve added. I looked down, then around the room, then at them. They had a direct front on view of me, now bottomless too. I got into the habit of trimming my hair down there very short, so the bottom of my lips were slightly visible too. Not knowing what to do, I turned back around and handed my bottoms to Jimmy. “Here!” I said. “You can keep these now I guess” He handed me $20 and not having anywhere to put it, I stuck it in my boot. Now, buck naked, like the strippers, I went back to the bar and slammed back another shot. I stood next to Phillip looking around the room. Not knowing it he was crossing the line or it was cool, Phillip took his hand and reached behind me and put it on my ass and kept it there. I looked at him and smiled and said “Oh ok, Mr. ‘Look I don’t think you should do this’ now wants to join in the fun!” He looked at me sheepishly and said, “Well the other guys were, so I thought maybe……I’m sorry, is it cool?” “Yeah, it’s fine” I giggled. He slid his middle finger deep into the crack of my ass and just kept it there. After a few more songs, the bouncer that came with the strippers announced that they were done in 10 minutes. The guys seemed upset and were all completely smashed by now. I saw Mark motioning me over to him. There was not a stitch of clothes in sight that I could even put on, but I knew that If I ignored him he would just come over to me anyway, so I walked across the room. As I did, the DJ picked up the mic and yelled “Ok fellas, Amy’s on the prowl now for the last 10 minutes!” With both hands I waved him off and shook my head in a “no no” type fashion. Drawing boos from the guys. “What do you want” I said as rudely as I could when I got to Mark, standing facing him, wearing just my birthday suit and a pair of boots. “Hey, you gave Jimmy a dance, how bout me?” he asked with a boyish grin. Thinking fast I lied, “I only danced for Jimmy because he gave me $100.” Big mistake for like the 15th time! He reached into his pants and fished out a stack of bills. “ “OK, here, here’s $200” he said. “Give me and Steve a dance.” Now I had danced for Jimmy cause he was cute, and I had my bottoms on also, but Mark had caught me. I didn’t know what do to. “No” I said. I danced for Jimmy because he was hot, I’m only dance for you for $200 each.” I thought I had him. Being drunk, I had forgotten that Mark’s family was very very wealthy. “Fine!” he said, and he peeled off another $200. Damn! I thought. Oh well, fuck it, what the heck, after all it was $400. “Fine!” I said through clenched teeth. He handed me the money and I stuffed it in my boot as the next song came on. I turned my back on Mark and tried to sit down on his lap, but he had spread his legs, and I found myself siting in his crotch. He was wearing a pair of kaiki’s and I could feel him moving through them. He was rock hard. He grabbed my hips with both hands and I started to grind into him to the music. After a few seconds, I felt him reach down with one hand into his pants and position his dick so that it was better positioned in between my ass cheeks. I continued to grind him, not daring to get up and turn around. I knew if I did that he would start sucking my tits. After about a minute, I felt him reach up with both hands and put them on my tits. I looked up and saw that the stripper’s bouncer was busy watching them. Phillip, enjoying this a little too much was just looking at me and smiling. Mark’s hands were all over me after that, grabbing and squeezing my tits, rubbing my belly, and my ass. I was dying for the song to end so I could stop. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Amy, I want you to blow me and Steve right now or else I’m going to tell your brother and your parents next time I come over that you did this in front of my whole fraternity. My veins went ice cold. I felt sick. “You would not!” I yelled back at him. I turned around and looked into his eyes, then at Steve. “Yup, I will, now do it!” I thought about it for a second and said “Listen, if I do it how do I know you wont tell them anyway?” “Cause then it will be embarrassing for me too! Listen, you’ll just have to take my word for it.” I knew him, he was such an asshole, he would definitely tell them. I didn’t know what do to. I had been turned on all evening, but I hated these guys and couldn’t believe what he wanted me to do in front of everybody. The song was over and a new one came on. I figured from what the stripper’s bouncer said, this was probably going to be the last song anyway. I stood up and turned around. “Ok, here goes Mark” I said, “If you are lying and tell my family anyway, I’m seriously going to kill you!” I dropped to my knees and grabbed the zipper to his pants and undid them. As I did it, I heard Steven open his zipper too. I reached into his fly and grabbed for Mark’s dick. It was sweaty, wet on the tip, and small. At least I wouldn’t gag I thought. I pulled his dick through his fly and looked at it. By this time everyone in the room had realized what was going on. Trying not to think about it, I opened my mouth and leaned forward. The music was blaring, drunk guys were all around, the lights were dim and then it just happened. My brother’s friend Mark, who I had hated for years, had his dick in my mouth. His dick twitched the second it was in my mouth, and he immediately groaned and started moving his hips. I heard the room erupt like it hadn’t all night. Trying to get it over with as quickly as possible, I started bobbing my head up and down as fast as I could. Although Mark seemed turned on, he was obviously drunk and I started to worry that it could take a while. By now everyone had gotten up and were standing around us. I heard brothers fighting trying to get a better view. I had my eyes open and I saw a few flashes start to go off. Not knowing what it was, I kept at it. All of the sudden, Mark stood up unexpectedly and so did Steve, who had his dick out now also. I looked up at both of them, and Mark pointed down and indicated that I should keep going. As I resumed blowing Mark, Steve moved in also, and started rubbing his dick on my face. I saw more flashes come from behind me. Angry, I looked up at Mark and said, “You have a small dick Mark” as I turned and started to blow Steven instead. The brothers gave a collective “OOOOOHHHH SHIT!” Steve was bigger than Mark, and actually had a very nice penis. After a few seconds, and I guess feeling humiliated, Mark thrust his dick forward towards my mouth again. I stopped blowing Steve, and not really knowing what I was doing, I grabbed their dicks in each hand and started to jerk them off instead. They were both very hard. I looked back over my shoulder at the brothers who were gawking and cheering in disbelief. Even Phillip and the Strippers and their bouncer were standing and watching. All of the sudden a chant broke out, “Take em both, take em both, take em both!” Losing control I pulled their dicks together so that they were touching at the heads and opened my mouth as wide as I could and took them in. My lips stretched, my head bobbed, the chanting continued. So here I was. What started out as a simple catering job had somehow turned into me buck naked, blowing my brothers two friends at the same time in front of their whole fraternity! I was humiliated, excited, and turned on all at the same time! It was too hard to keep blowing them both at the same time, so I stopped and moved back and forth, alternating between each one. I jerked off the one I wasn’t blowing. Finally, after about three minutes I heard Mark say, “I’m gonna cum” He pulled himself out of my mouth and started to shoot all over me, while I continued to jerk off Steven. His cum hit my face, my hair, my tits, it was like a gallon! Before I could recoil in disgust, Steve started cumming right after Mark stopped. He hit my face with two shots and I quickly took him back in my mouth and started to gulp and swallow it. The brothers went nuts again! When Steve was spent too I stopped and looked around, completely out of breath and sweating, and completely disgustingly messy. I stood up, and the DJ yelled on the mic “Lets give a big hand for Amy!” I looked at Phillip who was just shaking his head smiling. I looked down at my chest, and saw cum running my left breast and onto my nipple. Steve looked at me and gave me a wink. Jimmy grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room and down the hallway and into the foyer, followed closely by Phillip. He now seemed really worried, I guess figuring that although things had already gotten way out of hand, it could get worse if he didn’t get me out of there. We went upstairs and Jimmy let me to the bathroom next to his room. He looked at the cum that was still all over my face and chest, and gave me a towel to clean up. I quickly jumped into the shower, cleaned and cleaned off. Still with no clothes, I went back into Jimmy’s room. I waited there while Phillip and the other guys broke down the kegs and loaded the stuff back into the truck. Phillip came back in and said he would take me home. Jimmy paid me and I tried to give him a kiss goodbye, but remembering what my face and slips had looked like a few minutes earlier, he turned aside and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I followed Phillip down and out of the house, getting whistles and “yeah baby!” from every guy we passed. Phillip took me home and I went to bed and immediately passed out. I woke up the next morning with an awful hangover. A few days later my brother called me. I was petrified, hoping and praying he hadn’t spoken to Mark or Steve, and if so, hoping they hadn’t told him anything. After a few minutes, he said, “So, Mark said you had fun Friday night at Sigma Nu” I froze. “Yeah it was fun, I saw them there. Why, what did he say about me?” “Oh, they said they didn’t really hang out with you, because you were working the bar the whole time, but they said they thought you had fun.” “Yeah, that’s right” I said nervously. “Did you happen to see what else happened at the end of the night?” my brother asked. “No why?” I said, starting to shake. “Oh good. I’m glad you weren’t there for that. Mark said that one of the skanky strippers gave him and Steve an amazing blow job right in front of everybody!” “Yuck, gross!” I said. “I’m glad I wasn’t there for that!”

Unlucky You by Jozza Unlucky You - Part 1 You can barely move. Your stomach feels uncomfortable pressed against the bench, and your knee’s are digging in painfully to the changing room’s floor. Your back is also hurting; Tilly doesn’t weigh a lot, but when she’s sitting on you..well she does then. You wonder how you got in this position. You were just about to get changed after P.E. at college (after a “fun” lesson playing volleyball). The teacher had left early to go and help another teacher with something apparently, so your class had been left alone to get changed, because you were all “responsible”. Well this wasn’t very responsible was it? Every girl was currently laughing at you, completely immobile, with Tilly lightly slapping your bum to try and get a laugh. You had been about to start changing when she jumped at you from behind. This was one of those old fashioned changing rooms, with no lockers as such, but brown benches around the room, and one row in the middle of the room, which of course you were on today. You weren’t embarrassed about your body or getting changed in front of other girls, but whoever was on that middle row was more likely to pranked – and here was your proof! You squirm a little uncomfortably as Tilly stops patting your cheeks and instead softly squeezes them. You’ve always been “cool” with Tilly, never best buddies but alright. However, you’ve always guessed she’s slightly jealous of your looks. It was only the odd throwaway comment here or there, but you’ve noticed. Now she using this opportunity is her chance to get one up on you. Fair enough, you think, as long as this stops here. Nothing more right? You feel her re-adjust herself on you, and speak to the other girls in the room, none of who had started to change out of their sports kits. They all had their eyes on you. “Having fun down there?” Your struggling to speak properly, in your awkward position crouched on the bench, so you just grunt a muffled “no”, which is greeted by laugher. “Well it’s a laugh up here baby” she chuckled. “What should we do to you? Any idea’s girls?” You can’t quite hear everything that is said, but you get enough to make your heart sink. People were shouting stuff like “Let’s draw on her”, “Photo’s with her bum” and “Throw her in the showers”. And you thought these people were your friends! After lots of deliberating, you felt Tilly lift her arms off your butt and silence the now baying crowd. She beckoned for a girl with a camera to come over, and take pictures with various girls posing beside your bottom in the air. You felt so exposed and powerless, crouching in this awkward position. There was nothing obviously horrible about this you felt, but it didn’t feel right. Your bottom wasn’t a prop for a photo! Plus, you knew some of these would get sent around, and that would be embarrassing. The girls got more and more daring with each photo. At first they would just point to your behind, but then they started to touch it. It was currently protected by a pair of black, tight lycra shorts, and some of the girls started to lightly pinch the material and stretch it out as part of their pose. It only hurt a little bit, but it made you wiggle your butt, meaning everyone laughed at you again. The whole time your face (which thankfully wasn’t being photographed) was getting redder and redder. This extended embarrassment hadn’t happened to anyone else before, why you? You know should act cool, then this would end soon right? They’d get bored surely? The next girl to have her photo taken was Jemma. She was always a show off, and walked up to you saying she was going to cause your bum to “move like an earthquake”. What did that even mean, you pondered? She quickly crouched down and grabbed a handful of lycra with her hand, indirectly causing you a small wedgie. You lurched a little bit forward in shock, feeling your bum wiggle around, and even louder laughter. You felt the bottom of your cheeks exposed, which made you shudder for some reason. You felt quite delicate at that moment. Suddenly the flash went off, and you realised the image would be now forever permanent. A couple of girls noticed your discomfort too, loudly telling the group. Tilly, still on your back, looked down, and in her first act of goodness, softly mentioned how that you needed it “picking”, and promptly pulled the fabric back over your full behind. For a second, you feel relieved. However, this act was met with the sound of booing, and Tilly, forever the showman, seductively asked the crowd what they wanted to happen. You hear a collective sound of “Wedgie!”, and feel her fingertips slowly move around the waistband of your shorts. “How hard guys?” Tilly wryly enquired. She was met with the sharp shrill sounds of “Riiiiip em”. You couldn’t believe this, and start to writhe around in a desperate bid to escape, as you feel Tilly’s fingertips touching your soft skin. You try and shake, to dislodge her, stop this before it gets any worse, but your too weak to get her off your back. Suddenly you feel the lycra sky rocket away from your body. Tilly violently pulls it upwards, and your whole body momentarily lurches forward with the force. The girls cheer at your discomfort. For the next thirty seconds or so, Tilly keep’s pulling. The wedgie hurts, but your more bothered at the fact that you are the laughing stock of the whole room. Tilly grabs onto the leg holes that have appeared, trying to rip your black shorts in half. Your legs momentarily leave the floor, but she’s not strong enough for that, but this was resulted in a new embarrassment. You feel 30 sets of eyes look down, passed the lycra, and onto your newly exposed knickers. The shorts have literally been wedged into your knickers, the top of them reaching your lower back, the bottom of the shorts was now more of a thong shape.Tilly stops pulling, and points this out to everyone. “Look guys, we can see her underwear” was greeted by shouts of laughter. You now have a bad feeling in your stomach. This could get ugly. “I suppose we should get a better look right?”. Even though everyone would have seen it anyway (when you were changing) , it was humiliating having Tilly slowly pull your own shorts back down your back, back over your bum, and then down your smooth legs to your knee’s, showing everyone your cute grey bikini panties. You could feel so many eyes staring down at you, taking in the full detail, all the intricate black lace trim at the top. The room was now bursting full with laughter, as everyone ogled at your unfortunate position. This was a uniquely embarrassing situation. You want to die. Anything to escape this! You felt a camera flash, and wonder just how much of a fool you must look in the photo. “Guys, should we strip her now?” Tilly evilly cackled to the sounds of more cheering. You can’t believe it. How is this happening? Your friends have turned into a mob! You didn’t want to be stripped, your face now a beet root red. You know struggling is useless, but your try to shout at them to stop, before it gets serious. No one can hear you though, or is even paying attention to your feelings right now. You feel her move further back on your spine, towards your neck. Two other girls come and lift your legs in the air, and slip off your once tight lycra shorts. You body tingles in fear as you feel them brush off your feet. You wonder how long it will be before you get your shorts back? You’re now naked from the waist below apart from your thin panties, the light grey cotton shining in the light. Tilly grabs hold of the bottom of your white polo shirt, slowly peeling it back towards your neck, revealing more and more skin to the crowd. Soon the bottom of your white bra is revealed. Tilly has to stand up off you to pull the top over your head and off you, leaving you in just your underwear. You briefly shiver for a moment, as everyone takes in your body, now only protected from full exposure by two thin pieces of underwear. You feel various hands grab hold of your limbs, lifting you up out of your odd crouching position, and laying you out along the bench. It’s as if you don’t have any free will, your every movement is now in their control. You are truly at their mercy. You lie there, faced down, bottom still in the air, wondering what’s going to happen next. There’s a couple more camera flashes, is people comment on your fancy underwear. You had dressed in knickers that most of the other girls probably wouldn’t dream of wearing, and maybe you were about to pay for it. Tilly makes the girls stand you up (“It’s to show off the front!”). As you turn to face all 30 of your tormenters, you suddenly have the overwhelming urge to cover up. The feeling of knowing that everyone was looking at your breasts hiding behind the lace in your bra was disturbing. You are reminded that there’s bound to be at least one or two girls with lesbian tendencies in this room too. However, the girls hold on to your arms tightly, lifting them above your head so you feel even more exposed. Tilly turns to the animals that now make your class, and says one word, that confounds your doom. “Bra?” Everyone loudly agrees, and you can see some girls lean forward in anticipation. This had gone from being a little bit embarrassing to downright scary you thought. You were standing up in the middle of your changing room in your undies, and about to probably be naked, in front of 30 of your peers and 1 camera about to document your shame. This is now both an exciting and damn right painful situation to be stuck in. You were quite forcefully pushed into the centre of the room, bringing you back to your senses. As you felt Tilly move behind you, you realised that the room was filled without a lot of sexual tension. A lot of the more mild mannered girls who hadn’t got involved in your humiliation yet seemed to be edging closer. The girls holding you still also seemed to breathing slightly heavier, the hands starting to drift down from your arms and touch and prod your skin over the rest of your body. You dare not believe you might get turned on by this. Tilly slow, sensually even, puts her hands on your shoulders, gently moving them over your bra straps, slotting her fingers underneath and moving them down your back. You worry about the power she has, and the dangerous confidence this is giving her. “I hope your ready, this should be fun” she whispers playfully in your ear. You don’t reply, what can you say. As she moves fingers back down to your plush bottom, you start to question Tilly’s sexuality as well. Personally you’ve always been more interested in boys (not that you’ve never thought about girls – I mean, who hasn’t?), and thought she had too, but as she cupped your cheeks, you did wonder. She gave the lace on your undies a little tug. “Not gonna reply huh? Your loss!” And with that you felt her quickly unclasp the back of your bra, and start to move the straps away from your chest. Your eyes are set firmly straight up at the ceiling, you can’t bare to make eye contact with any of these girls. None of them had ever seen your breasts before (Not many people had ever in fact). Plus you could hear the click-clicking of a camera in the distance. This was bad. Really bad. You shut your eyes, in expectation of the worst. Suddenly, there was a loud creaking noise, as the changing room door opened. Everyone quickly turned round, to see Mr Wilkins, one of the best looking teachers poke his head round the door. At first you feel relieved at his presence, saving you from certain death due to humiliation, but then you notice that in the silence that follows his unexpected visit, that he is probably staring directly at your panty clad behind. “Erm, hey girls, sorry to barge in her like this, Miss just wanted me to say that once you’ve finished changing, you can go..But it looks like most of you haven’t started…erm, yeah, when your changed you can go. The bell’s about to ring.” You go bright red as you realise he referenced you in his notice, that he had definitely seen you. You’ve always had a small crush on him too. He awkwardly left the room, just as the bell went off. “Well, saved by the bell eh girls?” Everyone sighed in annoyance. It seemed you weren’t going to be exposed today. You dare to breath a sigh of relief. Close escape! Some girls have started to gather their things, obviously not wanting to get out too late. Tilly quickly stops them, saying she wanted to make one final speech. “Girls, before we all pack up, I just wanted to remind our new play thing that we have some funny photo’s of her now, and that she should look forward to tomorrow’s class, if you know what I mean”. With that she winked, and everyone cheered before they started to undress. You turn away, thinking the ordeal was over (at least for today, you don’t even want to think about tomorrow yet, your just glad to clip your bra back on), but Tilly stops you. “Oh no, your not done quite yet darling”. And with that, she picks up your bag containing you clothes and chucks it around the room. Everyone once again chuckles at your expense as they watch your possessions fly out of the bag. You soon realise this means, that as everyone else changes out of the kits and into their clothes, you are still stuck in your state of undress. You search around for your clothes, but the other girls hide them as you come past, giving you a cheeky slap on the bum and grope of your breast. It seems they are enjoying a final kick out of you. Eventually as the last girl leaves, waving you goodbye, you find your stuff, hidden right in the corner. There’s something creepy about getting dressed in the empty changing room that only minutes ago was buzzing with laughter at your expense. You decide that you want to get out of there as soon as possible, and don’t even change into your normal clothes, but put on your kit, and get out of there as soon as you can. You return home without bumping into any of the girls thankfully, and take a quick shower. Your heads in a mess, worried about tomorrow. What could happen? Surely it wouldn’t be as bad as today had been? Then you think, well maybe it wasn’t so bad. You were only in your underwear right, stop making a big deal out of it! Truly, you didn’t know what to think, there were so many questions you couldn’t answer right now. When you come out of the shower, worryingly unprotected in just a towel, you get a text. It’s your friend Kate inviting you to her house. You hadn’t seen her all day, and decide this is probably what you need; a good chat with a familiar face. Unlucky You - Part 2 You head over for Kate’s for just after 7.00. You don’t know who else will be there, but you hope not too many. Kate was a great friend, and you really needed some alone time with her, just too talk things over, get your head right. Because who knew what horrors tomorrow would be bring? You arrive at Kate’s rather large but modest dwelling, to be greeted at the door by Kate, and another girl, Florence. You are slightly surprised to see Florence – you weren’t ever aware of her and Kate being particularly close, and wonder why she was invited. As you are invited in, you notice that you are also dressed far more conservatively than the other girls; your tight blue jeans and dark blue woollen sweater were worn because you thought this would be a quiet night in, but it seems to have more of an upbeat, party atmosphere. Kate hands you a drink, which tastes like it has a hint of vodka in it, and you start to really take in what kind of night tonight is. Kate is normally like you – relatively conservative, not nerdy, but not exactly the most outgoing of people, yet tonight she has allowed her long brown hair to flow down her back instead of the normal uptight ponytail. She’s also showing off her normally somewhat hidden body, wearing a nice and bright orange flowy sundress. You also suspect she may be slightly tipsy, the way she unsteadily moves forward to hug you. “Heyyy, how are you doing?! Come and say hi to everyone!” You don’t even have a second to let Kate know the terrible events of earlier on when you’re pushed into the next room, to be greeted by another 4 girls your age, all holding drinks and excitedly chatting to one another. You look around, noticing that apart from Kate and another girl named Molly, most of the girls here are like Florence – in that you’d never have expected them to be there. You suddenly jump up in shock, noticing that one of the only people in the world that you really didn’t want to see tonight is here. Your mood, already low, turns noticeably worse when you make eye contact with Jemma. But before you have time to make sense of the anger, resentment, and embarrassment that is boiling up inside of you, Jemma surprises you – she runs forward and hugs you like a long lost friend. “I’m sorry about earlier on, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen, I just wanted to make everyone laugh. Really, I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me?” You don’t know quite what to say. Maybe she really was sorry? She only gave you a mini wedgie, it was Tilly you should be really angry at, right? But then she didn’t stop what happened afterwards, she encouraged it even. The rest of the room has stopped chatting, the girls all looking puzzled at why you haven’t responded. Most of them weren’t even there at the time, and probably have no idea that you were seriously embarrassed earlier. You don’t know what to say. You stand there, momentarily stunned, with your mouth wide open. Suddenly you feel yourself getting hot, you have to leave this room. Kate runs after you into the next room, almost stumbling in her dress. “Hey, what’s up. Whats wrong? What was that all about?” As you tell Kate what happened, you watch her recoil in horror. You remember just how good a friend she was, as she comforts and listens to you. When you tell her just how Mr Wilkins saw you in your knickers, she doesn’t laugh like you expect everyone else wouldThe more you speak, the more relaxed you become. She soon realises why you don’t want Jemma, or any of her other friends like Florence there, but when you ask her if they can leave, Kate gives you a look of almost pity. “Look, I know she wasn’t that nice to you earlier, but she saved me in class today. You know Mark, the footballer, well he tried to give me a wedgie during Science, while we were doing a practical in front of the class. Jemma stopped him just in time. So I thought I owed her one, and it would be good to make friends outside our group, so I, erm, invited her and a couple of her friends over for tonight. That’s cool yeah?” You suppose it makes sense. Maybe you did have Jemma wrong, and you start to feel guilty about how you acted earlier. You say it’s okay, but you still have to know why everyone is so dressed up. Jemma, Florence, Molly and the rest were all wearing either dresses like Kate or tights or leggings with small, skimpy shirts. You thought this was going to be a chilled night? Kate calms you down again though, just saying she wanted everyone to make a little effort to look nice for each other, and telling you not to worry – because you look beautiful anyway. You smile at Kate, complimenting her on her dress and her hair. Who were you to ruin her night, you resolve to make things up with Jemma and be good for Kate. 5 minutes later you are upstairs with the other girls, in Kate’s rather large room. You’re doing your best to be cool and nice, but you just can’t fully relax. Something isn’t right. For a start you feel like you stick out like saw thumb – all the other girls have put effort into their appearance, Jemma was wearing tight black leggings and a revealing white tee, Florence and Kate were wearing sundresses, while Molly was padded out in black tights, denim shorts, and a checked shirt let her ginger hair shine. All of this heightened how little you had put into your own appearance – your jumper felt frumpier by the second. You’ve spent so much time in this room throughout your childhood, yet you didn’t feel at all comfortable. Something was different. The pink walls and polaroid photos of Kate’s various adventures that were stuck on them were the same, but it wasn’t right. It was messy. It felt like Kate was allowing Jemma and her friends free reign all over the place, and they were abusing it. Draws were open, clothes were strung out around the floor, and the double bed was crinkled from a gaggle of girls rolling around on it. You would never have treated it like this. Kate seemed alright with this whole debacle.. Though you wonder if she just really wanted to be in with Jemma’s crowd. Would she really sell herself out like this though? These girls were running riot. The effect of a couple of drinks were starting to kick in too. You weren’t nearly as drunk as the rest of the girls, but tried to look interested and even excited as they opened up Kate’s laptop to go on Omegle. How can this be fun? But you start to feel yourself relax as the girls get into funny conversations with other groups of boys. They start to become more and more flirtatious, and the bad feeling that was in your stomach only a couple of minutes ago seems to have disappeared. You laugh as you watch the girls getting more and more adventurous. They realised that they could easily get the boys on the screen to almost anything they want, as long as they give something in return. At first, it’s light and pretty easy. They ask one boy to take off his shirt in return for some cleavage from Florence, who slowly moves towards the screen, and pulls down on the front of light blue sundress, revealing a lacey black bra. The boy then carries on chatting for a bit, before the girls get bored and quickly move on. They go through a couple more conversations, with no lads getting anything more than light cleavage from Jemma’s friends. You, Kate and Molly aren’t really involved. Yet. But then two boys popped up on the screen. Even from where you are sitting, which is towards the back of the group, you can see they are noticeably more good looking than previous chatters, despite their poor webcam quality. And they knew it. They quickly flirted with everyone. Jemma (who seemed to be in control of this) asked them what they would need to take their shirts off. The two boys almost simultaneously point to Kate, and ask her to show them her bra. You look over to one of your closest friends, expecting her to say no. This has clearly gone too far already. But Kate doesn’t do that. You can see the idea whirring around in her mind, her weighing up the options. Instead of looking at you for a nod of advice, she looks up to Jemma for instruction. How could she do that! Jemma nodded expectantly. She was pretty drunk at this point, and obviously wanted to see more of these boys. Kate stood up, breathing nervously you think, and walks over to the screen. She crouches down, and tries to lift her sundress below her bra, but the two boys are having none of it. “We can’t see anything” you hear them protest, slightly muffled by poor connection. Kate, sighs and says sorry. You think she is about to lean back and give up, but Jemma suddenly intervenes. You want to close your eyes as you see her jump behind Kate, grab the bottom of the orange dress, and lift it up. Kate barely has time to shriek as the dress exposes her cute long legs and white cotton thong to everyone behind her. You can do nothing to help as in an instant Jemma’s friend Florence joins in, grabbing the bottom and lifting it further up Kate’s back, showing more of your friends tanned body. You can see her past her matching white bra now. The boys start to smile as they see her white thong, shining against her slim gleaming slim figure. Kate is showing the whole room most of her body at this point, as the dress reaches her head. Before you know it they pull the dress right off Kate, who awkwardly jumps, and then crouches down in shock. Her hands try to cover her white thong and matching bra from not only the screen, but everyone. You feel for her, she looks completed embarrassed, she was not expecting this. You’ve known Kate a long time, but you’ve never known her to wear a thong before. And you knew she had a stunning figure, but you’d never taken in it like this. She’d never have revealed it before. This was quite the change of character. But however separate you felt earlier on in your conservative clothes, you think Kate must be feeling worse. In only her bra and thong, she started to go bright red. Most of her body was now on show, to some of these girls she barely even knew. No one has spoken yet, but Jemma breaks the silence by saying to the boys “well, you have 5 seconds before she gets her dress back, enjoy”. She pulls Kate up, getting her to stand up straight and let the boys see not only her bra, but her thong too. As she faces the camera, she has her back to you. You watch as her long brown hair obscures most of her back, leaving your eyes to take in her cheeks, separated only by white cotton, which had definitely dug itself in. The boys got far more than they bargained for. You can see they are in shock, a happy shock, but once the 5 seconds are over they close the chat. They obviously didn’t want to take their shirts off. Jemma apologises to Kate, who has tears in her eyes, but doesn’t make a fuss. “Don’t worry, it’ll probably be me next time Kate!”. As you watch Kate put her dress on, you feel the sinking feeling in your stomach return. “I need some air, I’ll back in 5 minutes guys” you say. As you walk to the toilet, you feel anger well up inside of you. How can you sit in a room and watch your best friend be bullied almost like you were? Why didn’t you defend Kate like she would have defended you? And why is Kate happy to let this happen? But most of all, you wonder what’s going to happen next. If Jemma did that to Kate, what would she do to you? There’s a knock at the door. It’s Kate. “Hey, it’s alright, we’re off that Omegle thing, now we’re chatting to Mark and stuff on Skype. Jemma got him to apologise to me in front of all his buddies. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Come out and join me!”. You open the door, and follow Kate back to her room. But as soon as you enter, you are forcibly pushed onto the bed. Unlucky You - Part 3 You shut your eyes as you start to taste duvet. You’re quickly pinned down onto the bed, lying face down. Within seconds 3 or 4 hands lie on your back and push you flat down. As your head is pushed further into the duvet, all you can hear is a muffled sound, like you’re underwater. It is as if you’re separate from the rest of the room. Almost instantly you feel another 3 or 4 hands delve into your jeans, and grab onto your knickers. You’re powerless; there’s nothing you can do. Your body tenses up as you feel the hands clench the material, and suddenly pull it back up along your body. You squirm as you feel your knickers pulled along your back. You assume there must be two girls embarrassing you, you can almost feel 2 hands gripping the leg holes while another has scrunched up the material with one hand, and with the other hand had gripped the lace material at the top of your grey panties (you hadn’t changed from them from your ordeal earlier on today). You realise there’s no escape, absolutely nothing you can do will stop the impending pain you are about to face. As your underwear slowly rockets along the contours of your body, gradually stretching, you can’t help but wonder what the hell is happening? You struggle to lift your head up away from the covers, and look up towards the shining light from the laptop. You see a load of boys from your school laughing their heads off. Hell they looked in more pain than you, that’s how hard they were laughing. You realise that this must have been set up. Damn you Kate! Yet you find it’s impossible to think about such grand Shakespearian esque betrayal when the girls further pull on your underwear, almost lifting you right off the bed. You almost scream but your head is pushed down into the covers to muffle the sound. You feel the material further stretching out along your back, revealing more and more of your flesh to a room that felt like it was baying for blood. Your panties slowly apply more and more pressure on your most intimate areas, making you lurch around in pain, and your bum feels more and more prominent. You thank the Lord that you wore those prudish jeans tonight – a skirt or a mini dress like Kate, and you’re whole behind would be completely on show to the whole room, and probably to the webcam. Still, your behind was being pulled up into the air by your panties, with every eye in the room staring at it. As it was, you were facing the webcam directly; well you were at least positioned too. With your head buried in the duvet in shame, the boys could only see your hair; your face was at least covered from identification. You realise with a fright though, that they’re probably not looking at your head at all – instead past it, and straight at the two girls who had hold of your grey panties. The girls had changed the way they pulled too – before it was parallel to your back, but now it felt like they were lifting upwards. The boys must be looking at your bum, getting a great view of the top of your cheeks. Of course, there was nothing you can do to stop them seeing this. Your only comfort is that it could be considerably worse, couldn’t it? Once Jemma tells the girls to lay off your slightly worn out panties, the boy’s laughter thankfully stops. However the girls don’t move away from you, instead continuing to pin you to the bed like a prisoner, but at least the pain has subsided. You look into the webcam, taking in who you suppose you “audience” is. You wince in horror as you realise it’s Mark (the guy who tried to embarrass Kate today no less!) and a couple of his friends, who had just seen you lose a great deal of dignity. You briefly wonder there’s anyone left who hasn’t experienced you losing at least some dignity, such is the day you’re having. Jemma starts negotiating with Mark, suggesting something about “we stuck to our side, now stick to yours!” You’re pretty confused; clearly going leaving the group for only a few minutes was a terrible mistake. As you lay there with your panties still wedged up where they shouldn’t be, you wondered just how bad this could get? You didn’t want a repeat of this afternoon; you didn’t want to be left just in your underwear again. Mark shook his head, saying that “what you guys did to her was alright, pretty impressive for sure, but it wasn’t what we demanded”. You grow slightly hollow as you realise you were used as almost a bribe in a deal; that you weren’t equal to the rest of these girls – you were a commodity, easily manipulated and sold out in exchange for something better. You look over at Kate, who at least wasn’t wedging you, and sigh. Did she really just sell you out to give herself a leg up that social ladder? What happened to friendship eh? You ponder on this thought as Jemma jests Mark. “Well, we’ll see but happens. But first..there’s your side of the deal?” Mark looks a little surprised at this..and mumbled a weak response. You thought he was a brute, one of those guys who seemed to just have no emotions. It was a bit odd to see him so perplexed. “So, guess you’re not a real man who sticks to his word then Mark?” You suddenly realise how manipulative Jemma can be, as Mark changes his tune.. “No no, I am, and tell you what, I’ll prove it”. You look in horror as Mark and his friends turn on one boy in their group, a smaller guy in your year called Alex. Poor Alex was like you – completely defenceless, shocked, and embarrassed as they gave him a wedgie to forget. You felt for him – the boy was stripped to his boxers, and then wedgied by his closest friends in front of a group of girls that he would definitely see the next day. Mark was suddenly acting true to form. You start to feel better as you realise tonight might not be remembered for your embarrassment – but for someone else’s. After a couple of minutes, his boxers ripped, and he lay, almost sobbing to himself you thought. The girls, including Kate, sat there, laughing. You chuckled for a bit, but you couldn’t laugh. That could easily have been you. You felt for Alex. You wanted to help him. This wasn’t right, how could people be so horrible to each other. And to do something productive might make you feel better about your recent poor luck. Mark looked back into the camera, saying “there you go Jemma. Told you. Now, are you a real women, and able to give us what we actually asked? Or are you going to back down like you did before! Everyone looked at Jemma, who actually looked slightly taken aback. You wondered what Mark had meant by “before?” What had happened? Jemma regained control as always though, and quickly gave Mark food for though. “Okay” she said, “you want a girl stripped? Fine!” Unlucky You - Part 4 You tighten your muscles as you sense déjà vu – another battle in which you were outnumbered and sure to end up embarrassed and humiliated beyond your greatest nightmares! Yet as you close your eyes in expectation of having your jeans forcibly pulled off to reveal you wegdie, you feel that hands that held you prisoner release you. You blink quickly, suddenly realising that instead the hungry pack of wolves had gone, not for you, but for your friend, Molly, who had been pretty anonymous most of the night. You’d been so focused you’d actively forgotten about Molly, who dressed in tights, smallish denim shorts, and a nice black and white checked shirt (which made her red hair shine even brighter, as it draped round her shoulders), looked far more cuter than she normally did. However, her intriguing level of cuteness was no match for Jemma’s pack of girls, who, now including Kate, quickly grabbed a surprised Molly and pulled her onto the bed beside you. As you watched Molly struggle, you used the opportunity to leap up and pull out the wedgie which had been nagging your behind for the last few minutes. You feel a wonderful feeling full of relief as your bottom finally gets some respite from your knickers. Typically though, your feelings of happiness are shortlived. As you watched Molly squirm like you did a few minutes earlier, you feel your throat go dry in dishonour. The girls had Molly lieing on her back, hands desperately holding onto her denim shorts, of which the button had been pulled off, and the zip was slowly being wound down. You could see the look of terror in her face – Molly didn’t want her knickers exposed to Mark and his cronies as much as you did. How could you be letting this happen to your friend? Yet you feel completely powerless. All day you’ve haven’t been able to have a positive effect on anyone, let alone actually do something. You’ve been the victim. You decide there’s near nothing you can do – you couldn’t fight off those 4 girls before on your own, what makes you think you could now? Besides, you’d been through the experience of ending up in your panties enough times today. Still you feel for the usually quiet and reserved Molly, who although cute, struggled to gain attention from boys (mainly due to her being so damn shy and passive). You almost shed a tear for her as you watch her lose her battle with the tight shorts, which are slowly pulled down her thighs. At first you see the white glint of her pants, which are quickly uncovered and shown to the rest of the room. As the shorts arrive at her bent knee’s, the girls try to stretch her legs out while Mark and the boys on the webcam (as well as you and Jemma) get the full view of Molly’s slightly conservative (at least compared to Kate’s slim white thong) pale white bikini panties. You liked the small black polka dots that were visible through the dark tights she was wearing. Kate held onto to the top of Molly’s shorts as they passed by her feet in a flash. As you watched Kate high 5 Florence, you couldn’t help but despair at how she was selling out her friends to gain access to a new group. This wasn’t right something had to be up. Molly leant forward, half covering her half covered underwear with one hand, and half reaching out for the return of her shorts. Instead, Kate threw her shorts across the room, to another one of Jemma’s friends. Molly turned around, now on her hands and knee’s, with her rear almost in direct eye contact level with your face. You take in the smooth contours of her ass, slightly annoyed by the tights that block full view. You start to wonder just why Molly doesn’t get more attention. Molly certainly didn’t want attention right now however, as she charged at Jemma’s friend in a desperate attempt to regain her shorts. Jemma’s friend looked pretty panicked, and taunted Molly right up until the last moment, before quickly chucking the shorts at Jemma. As Molly turns again, you realise just how this must play into Marks hands. The sight on show must be pretty erotic for the boys, even if they were just watching through a webcam. Mark had done well here. You looked over at Jemma, now in possession of the shorts, which had almost become some kind of replacement ball in a game of catch, of which Molly was the chaser. Jemma didn’t look happy though. At least not like the other girls. You remember how Mark mentioned “before”, and wondered if that was something to do with it. Maybe Jemma wasn’t as in control as you made out? Jemma looked dominant in her next move however. As Molly once again lunged towards she suddenly jumped forwards, over and on top of your desperate friend. Molly found herself stuck on the bed, with Jemma lying on top of her. You could see Molly struggiling against the imposing weight on top of her, but the defeat was evident on her face. She almost gave up, easily letting Jemma gradually put her finger tips underneath the top of tights. Within seconds, Jemma was gradually peeling Molly’s tights right off her behind, and within inches of the laptop screen. Mark and his friends could hardly believe it – even Alex was sitting up, his recent humiliation now forgotten in place of Molly’s. As the darker tights were slowly removed, more of the shining underwear was on show. You realise you are actually quite excited to see Molly’s underwear clad bum without the tights, as only now you get a true picture. You have to pinch yourself; you had never noticed how shapely Molly’s bum was. Well, you suppose you had never actually seen it this uncovered, or this close up. The knickers had also bunched in and around Molly’s cheeks, showing more of her pale complexion. You could see the look of shame in Molly’s eyes – she knew that the boys were seeing her at her lowest – completely overpowered. Jemma carried on majestically dragging Molly’s tights down her legs, past her glistening knickers, past her pale calf’s and soon right off her. Molly had truly been pantsed. Jemma, throwing her tights and shorts to the other side of the room, stood up away from Molly. The ginger girl also pulled herself into a egg like position, shivering in embarrassment. She had brought her legs right up to her chest, and although it might have made her feel safer, it certainly didn’t shield any eyes from her pussy. Mark and his friends were absolutely wetting themselves through the webcam, partly in tears and partly throw their general horniness. You doubted they’d see what they’d so far tonight many times again. As Molly sat there in just her checked shirt and underwear, Mark pushed Jemma into going the whole way. “Wow, well done Jemmy, I didn’t think you’d even go that far”. “Well, you know how, er, we roll” Jemma tried to suavely reply. You could smell the nervousness coming from her voice. She was uncomfortable with this. You didn’t know whether to be happy with Jemma or not. It was her fault your friend was in this position, yet perhaps she didn’t want her to be. Mark was forcing her to do this. He must know something about her that no one else does, no? “Hey Jemma, I wouldn’t be so confident, you said you’d strip her naked? She’s still got her knickers on!” And with that the boys on screen started to holler even more, sensing they might be even luckier tonight. As you watched them in semi disgust, you heard Molly emit a high pitched squeal. She was starting to cry. Your poor friend. You really felt for Molly right now. You’d hate to be in her position. Surely Jemma must feel sympathy for Molly. This has to end now.

Under Daddy’s Eyes by Story Guy UNDER DADDY'S EYES 11 For the next week, Lynda masturbated every night with the memory of the pleasure Matt had given her. She couldn't wait for poker night again. With any luck Matt would do it again! Finally the big night came. "Are you going to be our waitress again tonight?" her father asked. "Yeah!" Lynda answered gleefully. "Would it be all right if I waitress naked?" Her father chuckled. "I bet the guys would love it." Lynda giggled. "Don't say anything, OK? I wanna surprise them." Her father agreed, again chuckling. Lynda waited in her room for the guys to arrive. She could hear them talking but couldn't tell what they were saying. She was excited about getting naked for them again. The attention pleased her and made her feel special. Lynda started to get impatient until she heard her father call out they needed some beers. Lynda walked through the room where they were playing on the way to the kitchen. The guys all said "Hi," to her as she walked through still dressed. Once in the kitchen and out of sight, she stripped off her clothes. She could already feel the now familiar flutter in her pussy as she pulled four beers from the refrigerator. With her small hands, it was a little hard to carry them without touching her bare belly but somehow she managed. As she rounded the corner all the men stopped playing and looked at her. "Wow!" and "Nice!" they exclaimed. "You're so cute!" Lynda's face flushed as she heard the compliments. She went to each and let them take a beer, ending with her father. "Has anyone noticed what you're growing?" Matt asked. The other men looked puzzled but Lynda knew what he meant. She looked down shyly and shook her head. "Can I tell them?" Matt asked. A smile formed on her face but Lynda didn't look up. "OK," she said softly. "You guys are all blind. Didn't you notice Lynda's growing hair 'down there'?" Matt announced. "Really?" Lynda's father blurted, turning to face Lynda. She looked up at him with a big grin. With a finger, she pointed out the few wisps of hair beginning to grow above her slit. "Well how 'bout that! Looks like you're not going to be my little girl anymore. You are still going to be Daddy's girl, aren't you?" he smiled. "Of course!" Lynda told him as her arms went around his neck. "Do we get to see?" Henry asked. Lynda looked at her father and he nodded. "OK," she answered. Proudly she walked to Henry and pointed out the new growth between her legs. He complimented her as she moved to the next man and repeated the same procedure with the same results. She skipped Matt and returned to her father's side. "Hey, don't I get to see?" Matt frowned teasingly. "You already know," Lynda giggled. "So?" Matt teased. "Oh, OK," Lynda laughed as she walked over to him. He surprised her by picking her up and sitting her on the table instead of just looking as the others had. Lynda giggled as he pulled her legs apart so she was sitting spread eagle in front of him. Everyone, including Lynda, laughed as he stated, "This, my friends, is how you look at a pretty lady!" Lynda stayed here for a while almost hoping he'd kiss her special spot again. After allowing Matt to look at her for a while, she jumped off the table. "You can't play cards with me sitting on the table?" she giggled. Matt looked at her with a big false frown on his face. Still giggling, Lynda said, "OK, how 'bout if I just stand next to you?" Matt nodded with a big, childish grin on his face. Matt picked up the cards and started shuffling as it was his deal. Lynda was facing him when she felt a hand brush her bare ass. She turned to see Henry smile at her without removing her hand. It was the first time Henry had touched her but it felt nice. She smiled back at him and then turned to watch Matt. Henry's soft, gentle touch excited Lynda. His finger ran down her crack, not pushing into it but barely grazing it. He went down as low as he could with her legs together and then slid back up. On his third slide down, Lynda's pussy was getting damp. Slowly, so the others would not notice, she parted her legs a little. Henry's hand went between them and snaked along her pussy lips. Matt dealt out the cards as Henry continued to stroke Lynda. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. As Matt finished, the men picked up their cards but Henry picked his up with one hand as he continued to run his other down Lynda's ass crack and around to the top of her pussy and back. "You suck as a dealer, Matt," Henry mumbled as he tossed the cards down. "I fold." The others continued to play as Henry sat back to watch and, unnoticed by the others, continue to rub Lynda. She was fighting to remain looking "normal" as her body began to respond to the touching. Her hips were slowly moving, pushing back when his hand was on her ass and forward when he reached her pussy. "Would you get the chips?" George asked, completely unaware of what was happening. Lynda almost moaned in disappointment but caught herself. "Ok," she mumbled as she turned reluctantly to go into the kitchen at the same time breaking contact with Henry. "I'll give you a hand," Henry offered as he followed the weak kneed girl into the kitchen. Lynda walked to the counter and reached for a bowl. "Lean on the counter," Henry told her softly. Lynda wasn't sure why he made such a request but she did as he asked placing her hands on the edge and bending forward. "Open your legs," Henry whispered. Lynda now knew what he had in mind and her legs parted. Immediately his hand slid between them to her wet pussy. Lynda's eyes closed as she bent forward more and rested her head on the counter. Henry didn't go slowly this time. He found her tiny love button and began rubbing around it. Lynda's breathing became ragged as her arousal grew. Her legs opened more giving Henry better access to her promise land. She gasped as a finger slid into her. With Henry alternating between rubbing her clit and sinking a finger into her tunnel, Lynda climaxed. Her knees bent as she pushed against his hand. Henry knew what he was doing. "Hey, where's my chips!" George called out. "You stay there. I'll bring them out," Henry offered as he poured the chips from the bag into the bowl. "Thanks," Lynda muttered weakly as he left the kitchen. She rested for only a moment before she forced herself to stand and return to the others. Her face was still flushed as she returned to the card room but no one seemed to notice, or rather no one said anything. For the next hour or so, Lynda continued to waitress. She began to notice tents forming in the men's pants. Their erections excited her, not only because she knew what they were but because she was causing them. Lynda's father was having a bad night. Although not much money was actually being bet, his pocket was getting empty. Lynda was standing next to him watching him play. She didn't know too much about the game but saw 3 of a kind in his hand and knew that was pretty good. No one had folded and the pot was getting rather large by their standards. Her father had already bet what remained of his cash on the hand and was about to get more money from his bedroom when Lynda stopped him. "Bet me Daddy!" she giggled. "OK," he agreed as he put Lynda up against all other bets. "Wait a minute," Henry chuckled. "What do we get if we win her?" Lynda looked at her father and whispered, "I know you're gonna win, but I can give the winner a blow job if you don't." Her father nodded and Lynda made her announcement to the table. "I'll accept that!" Matt exclaimed, followed by the agreement of the others. Betting ended and Lynda's father proudly displayed his three kings. Matt and Henry both threw their hands on the table with obvious disappointment. Everyone looked at Henry who was still holding his cards. A big smile came over his face as he happily placed his cards on the table. "Shit!" Lynda's father exclaimed as he had lost. A slight flush came over Lynda's face as she walked over to Henry. "You won me," she giggled. "Yup," he said as he pushed his chair back from the table, "but you don't have to do it if you don't want to." Lynda looked at his lap as the other's words echoed in her ears. "She'll do it." "It was her idea." Finally her father added, "You did win, and she was the bet." Slowly Lynda reached for his belt and unbuckled it. She had already given one blow job but only one so she was a little nervous. She unzipped his pants and grabbed them along with his boxers. Henry lifted allowing Lynda to pull his clothes to his ankles. Lynda's eyes opened wide and a gasp came from her lips. Henry was far bigger than Buddy and even bigger than Matt. "You're big," she muttered. Her comparatively small hand almost didn't reach around the stiff prick. She started stroking Henry, causing him to squirm some. Matt and George began to protest, saying it wasn't fair and that wasn't the bet. Henry wasn't complaining though. "Go on, you can do it," Lynda's father told her. Lynda continued to stroke as she knelt down in front of Henry's parted legs. She leaned forward kissing the purplish tip of his stiff cock. Tentatively she opened her mouth some but found the rod larger than she expected. Stretching her jaw more, she finally succeeded in getting it in her mouth. It was big but Lynda was proud to be able to accomplish her feat. As her hand continued to stroke him, her head began to bob. Soft but deep tones were coming from Henry. His obvious pleasure excited Lynda and she quickened her pace. Her jaw felt uncomfortably wide but the idea of making Henry cum far outweighed the discomfort. Lynda could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted to touch herself but didn't because she wanted to make sure she did a good job for Henry and knew if her hand was between her own legs she could never concentrate. Being aroused and concentrating on the cock in her mouth seemed to make the rest of the room disappear. Henry was squirming more now. Henry's hips shot forward pushing his cock deeper into Lynda's mouth. She almost choked. Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum. She swallowed as more cum erupted from the pulsating cock. Determined to not let any cum dribble from her mouth, Lynda continued to swallow until the flow ended. Her jaw was sore as she pulled away from the spent cock but there was a big smile on her face. She had managed to swallow all of Henry's cum and hadn't even dribbled a drop. She could hear the others cheering as she looked up at Henry. He too had a big smile. "You're pretty good," he grinned. "I think you deserve a reward." Lynda had no idea what he was talking about. She stood and watched as Henry did also, pulling up his pants. A surprised look came over her face as he lifted her off the ground and cradled her in his arms. "What are you doing?" she blurted. UNDER DADDY'S EYES 12 Henry picked Lynda up and carried the nude girl to an overstuffed chair. She watched him with a puzzled look after he sat her down. Henry knelt in front of her and his hands went to the back of her knees. Lynda had no idea what he was going to do until he pulled her legs forward. She flopped down on her back on the chair seat. Henry had not only pulled her down, he had also spread her legs wide. "What are you doing?" Lynda blurted as her face turned red. Being nude with the guys was one thing but in the position she was in, her pussy was almost on display which embarrassed her. She tried to close her legs but Henry held them open. Lynda was about to protest being held until Henry's head went between her legs. "What are you doing?" she blurted again, still red from embarrassment. "Daddy, what's he gonna do to me?" "He won't hurt you, I promise," Lynda's father reassured. Something wet hit her pussy. It took only a moment for Lynda to realize it was his tongue. "Noooo!" she begged as her embarrassment increased. Henry ignored her pleas and continued. "Don't do that," Lynda half heartedly protested. Being opened as she was and having Henry's tongue licking her pussy was making Lynda red with humiliation but her body was beginning to respond. Henry's tongue was circling her opening. Lynda wanted to push his head away and close her legs but hesitated because of the wonderful sensations he was giving her. She had fingered herself a number of times and Buddy's and her father's finger had been in her pussy too but this was different. Her eyes darted around the room and she saw all the men watching her. She was still a little embarrassed but that feeling was quickly being replaced with lust. Lynda gasped as Henry's tongue parted her pussy lips and slid in. Her eyes bulged in surprise at the intense sensation. This was nothing like a finger. After twisting and turning, the tongue pulled out and slid up to her clit. Her hips shot up as Henry's tongue made a lazy circle around her love button. "Nooo... Please... Stop..." Lynda pleaded. These new sensations were making her lose control and that frightened her. "Don't!" she begged as her hips ground her pussy into Henry's face. As much as she pleaded, she hoped he would continue. She cursed her body for responding so much. Lynda again gasped as Henry's tongue slid back into her. This time she didn't beg him to stop. She tried but couldn't hold back a low guttural moan. Her body had won its battle with her mind and she could feel her passions rising. Her own juices added to the wetness of Henry's mouth. Her eyes slowly shut as her mind began to concentrate on the pleasures being produced between her legs. The room was silent except for an occasional moan from Lynda combined with the sound of her ragged breathing. She no longer cared about her legs being splayed and Henry's face mashed against her pussy lips. Her hands absent mindedly ran through his hair. Her body was on fire. Her hips were bouncing her ass uncontrollably against the seat cushion of the chair. "Oooooo!" Lynda cried as her orgasm finally hit. Her lungs sucked in air then froze. Her ass lifted pushing her pussy against the tongue assaulting it. Never before had she felt an orgasm this intense. As her brain began to fade, her lungs finally started working again. Air hissed through her teeth as her lungs expelled it. Again she sucked oxygen into her body, reviving her brain. Unlike every other orgasm Lynda had experienced, this one wasn't ending. Her stomach muscles quivered as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. Henry continued to lick the now helpless girl. She shuddered as his tongue once again sank into her body. Everything was blurry to her except the clear pleasure between her legs. Henry, sensing the girl's almost seizure like movements, finally backed away. After a few moments, Lynda's movements stopped and she settled down. Her legs were still wide open and her pussy lips swollen and soaked. Her eyes were still closed but there was a slight smile on her face. As her mind cleared, Lynda realized Henry had stopped. The air on her wet pussy was causing a slight chill, adding to the tingling still pulsating throughout her body. She knew her legs were still wide open and her pussy exposed to all but she didn't have the strength yet to move. Her long orgasm had completely drained her. Lynda's eyes finally focused and were able to see the men again. They had already dealt the next poker hand and were playing. Slowly Lynda closed her legs and sat up in the chair. It took almost all of the strength she had just to do that. "I bet Lynda," she heard Henry say. A few seconds later George announced he had won. George stood and walked to the chair Lynda was sitting in. He held out his hand to her to help her up. Lynda stood on wobbly legs and George led her over to the table. "Lean down so your chest is on the table," he told her. Lynda didn't know why he told her that but was grateful to rest on the table. Her legs still didn't really have the strength to hold her up much longer. She reached across the table to grab the opposite edge pulling her body up some so as not to slide to the floor and lowered to the table. There were many more comfortable places to lay down maybe but she didn't really care. Rest was the important thing now. George's hands side up and down her back and ass cheek a few times. It felt nice but he stopped rubbing and his hands stopped on her ass. Lynda felt her cheek being spread open. She was going to protest but she was just too spent. Instead she buried her face in her arms so no one could see the redness from her embarrassment. After her pussy had just been displayed, and after what Henry had done, someone looking at her rear opening didn't make much difference anyway. Something wet touched her pussy. A small smile formed on her lips. She was going to be treated again. She tried to push her slit out some to give George better access. Shock enveloped her as his tongue grazed her pussy lips then slid up her ass crack. Again his tongue hit her pussy so she relaxed once more. As it did before though, his tongue moved up. "No! Don't do that! It tickles! That's nasty! Stop!" she protested after finding herself pinned against the table unable to escape. George ignored the girl and continued to lick her. Lynda looked up and saw her father smiling at her. "Daddy, make him stop," she pleaded. "Relax, sweetheart, you'll love it," Lynda's father reassured. "He's putting his tongue in my bum!" Lynda gasped as George's tongue pushed into her rear opening. Lynda's father just smiled again and nodded. Lynda buried her face in her arms, her face bright red with embarrassment. No one had ever tried to touch her there before like this. Wendy had pushed a finger into her ass but it didn't feel like this. Wendy's finger had hurt a little but George's tongue actually felt nice. Still, the idea of something going into her ass was a little unsettling. Lynda fidgeted a little more trying to escape more than anything else. Instinctively she pushed her stomach into the table each time George's tongue entered her. Much to her surprise, her body began to respond. It didn't feel the same as when Henry had tongued her pussy but this felt nice too. As nasty as Lynda thought it was, it was turning her on anyway. George continued to alternate between licking around her opening and pushing his tongue into her. Lynda's nerves seemed to be piquing. George's light touches were almost magnified. When he pushed his tongue into her, Lynda couldn't help but to push back against him. She could feel the juices leaking from her pussy. George gently blew on her wet rosebud giving her a chill. The resulting shiver seemed to pulsate throughout her body making her gasp. Lynda rose up on her toes and pushed back against George's tongue. Her face was still red but not from embarrassment anymore. Her breathing was labored and she was starting to moan. The vileness of what was being done to her only served to increase her arousal. "Ahhhh..." Lynda moaned as George's tongue seemed to go deeper than it had. Lynda pushed back hard. George's tongue began to move around inside her. She squealed as her orgasm erupted. Lynda wanted to crawl up onto the table to get away from George but at the same time she wanted him to continue. Her legs gave out and her stomach pushed into the table. "Nooo!" she groaned as she continued to climax. For the first time in her life, she was having an orgasm without anything even touching her pussy. A hand began to slide up the inside of her leg. Lynda cursed the table because it held her from pushing her body down to meet the rising hand. Her whole body was quivering. The hand finally reached her pussy and a finger sunk into her triggering a second orgasm. George's tongue continued to assault her asshole. The intense sensations were overtaking her. She was having difficult time breathing. As she gasped for air, the room began to fade. "Stop!" she shouted. "No more! Please!" George heard her pleas and stopped his actions. Lynda's body finally stopped moving. She could hear the sounds of movement in the room but couldn't pick up her head yet. Her body was now completely drained of strength. All she could do was to breathe and try to focus her mind once again. Lynda had no concept of time but the sound of the door jarred her mind. She looked up to see the men leaving. She tried to stand but couldn't seem to muster enough energy. "Ready for bed?" she heard her father ask. "Could you carry me?" she asked in a weak voice. Her father grasped her arm, helped her stand, and then picked her up. Holding her as she snuggled against him, he started down the hall. "Have fun tonight?" he asked. "Yes," she whispered. "He licked my bum." "I know. Did you like it?" her father asked. "Yeah, but it's nasty. It felt good though," Lynda stammered. "Do people really do that? Is it OK?" "You liked it?" he inquired. Lynda thought for a moment. "Yeah" It was kinda embarrassing, but it did feel good, so I guess I liked it." "Then it's OK," he chuckled. Her father put her on her bed. She was still naked but didn't have the energy to put a nightgown on. He kissed her cheek and left the room, turning out her light as he closed the door. Lynda's asshole and pussy were still tingling. One more climax would have been ideal but she was too tired to do it herself. Her eyes closed and she soon fell into a blissful sleep. UNDER DADDY'S EYES 13 Lynda spent the entire following week, well the nights at least, masturbating as she remembered her experiences at the last poker night. She couldn't wait for the next game her father would host but this week was Henry�s turn to have the game at his house. Unfortunately for Lynda there would be no "playing" at this game with Henry's wife there. Still, she would get to spend some time with Henry's two daughters. They lived in the next town so except for vacations and an occasional sleep over, poker nights at Henry's was the only time Lynda saw them. Sally was the oldest one. She was 14, just over two years older that Lynda. Her sister, Jess, was 11 but almost a year younger than Lynda. It was kind of like having an older sister and a younger one when they were together. Because of the age differences though, it usually ended up with Lynda and Jess being the "sisters" and Sally being the "babysitter". As soon as Lynda and her father arrived at Henry's house, Lynda headed down the hall to find her friends. Henry's wife had told her they were in their rooms. The first room she came to was Jess's. The door was open so Lynda just walked in. "Hi!" she greeted. "Good! I'm glad you're here! Now I have someone to talk to!" grumbled Jess. "You're in a bad mood," observed Lynda. "Where's Sally?" "She's being a jerk!" snapped Jess. As she spoke, Sally walked into the room. "Hi Lynda. Now the 'little girl' has someone she can play with." "I'm not a 'little girl'!" yelled Jess. "Yeah, right... and you've had lots of boyfriends and done lots of stuff too," teased Sally. "Well, now you can play dolls or something with Lynda because she probably hasn't done anything either, right Lynda?" The obvious slight angered Lynda. She could tell Sally and Jess had been fighting but she hadn't done anything and wasn't involved. "What makes you think I haven't done anything?" countered Lynda. "I didn't mean anything against you, Lynda," Sally apologized. "It's just 'little miss goody two shoes' here has been all over my case since she saw me kiss my boyfriend last night. Seems she doesn't know what boys and girls do together. She doesn't even know!" "He wasn't just kissing you!" Jess interrupted. "He was rubbing your boob!" "See what I mean?" Sally jeered at Jess. "I just thought where you two were both the same age, you would have more 'in common' if you know what I mean, Lynda. No boy has ever touched you, right?" Lynda blushed slightly. "Well... I'm still a virgin if that's what you mean." "You mean you have done stuff?" questioned Sally. Lynda's pride rose as Sally genuinely seemed intrigued by the response she had been given. Sally's angry tone had disappeared too. "You've done that too?" Jess added. The argument between the two sisters dissipated and both started quizzing Lynda. The conversation evolved to where Jess was asking both girls about their experiences and what it was like and Sally and Lynda "comparing notes" about what they had done. It turned out that Sally had been "felt up" by her boyfriend and he had gone as far as feeling her under her shirt but over her bra. He had tried to put his hand on her crotch once but she had been scared and had stopped him as soon as his hand had landed between her legs. Sally had wanted to feel his cock but after preventing him from feeling between her legs, she had been too shy to try. Sally did masturbate almost every night. Jess, as it turned out, was really innocent and had never even masturbated. She shyly had admitted she didn't know how. "Wanna learn how to get yourself off?" Lynda asked with a big grin. "OK, I guess so," Jess tentatively answered. "OK, first take your jeans and panties off," Lynda instructed. "Huh? I don't know..." Jess hesitated. "It's really fun, Jess. If you'd feel better, we'll all take our pants off," suggested Sally. "Well... OK... You're gonna do it too, right?" conditioned Jess, still a little nervous but hesitant not to go along with the other two after fighting with her sister all afternoon. Lynda and Sally both nodded and all three stripped their pants and panties off and sat on the bed. "OK, now open up your legs and put your hand between them," Lynda continued. "Like this?" Jess asked as her hand went between her legs. "Is it OK to do this?" "It's fine!" Sally blurted with a hint of irritation. "Just rub your slit until you find the place where it tingles when you touch it." As the other two watched, Jess ran her hand around as she thought they meant. Not knowing what she was doing yet, she avoided her opening and only touched around the edges. "I don't feel any 'tingling' or anything." "Lay back. I'll show you," Lynda told her. Jess lay down on the bed but kept her legs closed. "Open your legs now," Lynda instructed. With a slight blush, Jess did as she was asked. Lynda reached down between Jess's legs and began to run her finger down Jess's slit. "Oh!�"Jess exclaimed as she jumped slightly. Lynda giggled. "That's gotta be the spot. Did you feel a tingle?" A smile came over Jess's face as she nodded. "OK, you rub that spot. The more you rub, the better it feels. If you keep rubbing, you'll get a big thrill! Hey Sally, let's all do it, OK?�"Sally nodded and all three girls began to rub themselves. It didn't take long before Lynda climaxed. Touching Jess had excited her, although she wasn't about to tell the others that. Sally soon followed and a few minutes later Jess tried to emulate the others but hadn't experienced her first climax yet. The three were all on their backs recovering when Sally spoke. "Lynda, how far have you gone anyway?" Having an older girl question her made Lynda feel proud and mature. "I haven't got fucked if that's what you mean but I have made a boy climax and a boy's made me climax. I even learned how to do it a different way." Sally looked at her with a puzzled expression. "He did it in my bum," Lynda lied blushing slightly. "Really? That sounds yucky! What did it feel like?" Sally gushed. Looking over at the nightstand, Lynda saw a bottle of hand cream. "Roll over on your hands and knees and I'll show you," Lynda grinned. "Ah... I don't think so..." hesitated Sally. "Hey, I did what she told me to. You gonna be the baby now?" Jess teased. "No!" Sally snapped. "Why don't we both do it!" A shocked look came over Jess. She hadn't expected that challenge. Not willing to back down, she got on her hands and knees next to her sister. Both were slightly uneasy about what was going to happen but neither wanted the other to know how they felt. Lynda reached for the hand cream. She opened the top and squeezed some on Sally's ass crack. Sally jumped a little but didn't protest. Lynda then squeezed some onto Jess. "OK, you guys ready?" she asked. "Anytime you are!" Sally boasted. "Yeah!" Jess agreed meeting her sister's unspoken challenge. Lynda put the middle finger of each hand on one of the girls� assholes. At first she rubbed the cream around a little. Lynda was a little excited by the whole situation. She had never touched another girl and doing so made her feel kind of powerful. Both girls were now slippery and Lynda pushed her fingers against the girls' rear openings. Lynda's finger seemed to slip into Jess but Sally clamped shut. "Come on, Sally, let it in!" Lynda scolded. Sally, not wishing to be shown up by her sister, forced her ass to relax. As she did, Lynda's finger entered her. Jess remained still and quiet but Sally jumped as she was impaled. Lynda continued her steady pressure and watched with amazement as her fingers disappeared into the girls' asses. She was surprised at the tightness and warmth she felt. As her fingers reached their maximum depth, Jess moaned. "That feels funny," Jess mumbled. "It kinda tickles." Lynda began to move her fingers in and out of the girls. Sally remained stiff but Jess began to push against her. "Wanna keep going?" Lynda asked. "Uh-huh," Jess mumbled, obviously enjoying herself. "Let's show her a real good time," Sally suggested as she pulled herself away from the intruding finger. Once free, Sally spun around and sat on the bed. Reaching under her sister's belly, Sally ran her hand down to Jess's pussy. She could feel the wetness. Sally's finger slipped easily into the folds of Jess's wet slit. A groan greeted the finger as it went into Jess's belly. She unconsciously opened her legs more giving Sally more access to the new found pleasure spot. Lynda, with her finger buried deeply into Jess's asshole, felt Sally's finger slide into Jess's pussy. Lynda smiled at Sally knowing she could feel the closeness of their fingers too. "Let's get her off again," Sally told Lynda. Sally and Lynda grinned at each other as their fingers began to plunge in and out of Jess's two openings. Almost immediately Jess began to squirm and her breathing went from deep and steady to short, gasping breaths. Jess began to move her hips in time with the invading fingers. Her head lowered to the bed as she became more aroused. "Had enough yet?" Sally teased. Jess shook her head violently. "No! Don't stop!" she half moaned, half shouted. The two others continued to finger the eager girl. "Something's happening," Jess groaned as an orgasm washed over her young body. "More!" she begged, not wanting this new feeling to end. Sally and Lynda willingly masturbated the climaxing Jess even harder. Both were mesmerized by Jess's wiggling body. "Ahhh! Stop!" Jess suddenly yelled. "Something just felt like it ripped!" Jess jumped to an upright position ripping Lynda's finger from her asshole. Sally's face turned white. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it!" Sally exclaimed as a pink tinged finger came into view. "Come on!" she yelled as she grabbed Jess's hand and dragged her from the room and towards the bathroom. Lynda's father came out of the bathroom as the two partially nude girls rushed by him and shut the door. He looked up and saw Lynda sitting on the bed in Jess's room. "What was that all about?" he asked. "I donno," Lynda replied. "We were showing Jess some stuff when she yelled and Sally's finger had blood on it." "Don't worry about it. I'm sure she'll be fine. When we get home tonight I'll explain what happened. They'll probably be in there for a while. The game's breaking up anyway. Why don't you get dressed and we'll get going, OK?" Lynda was still concerned about Jess but her father's reassurance comforted her. She climbed off the bed and dressed as her father waited. When she had finished, they went downstairs, said their goodbyes and left. At home, Lynda's father explained that Jess had lost her cherry, as he called it. He went further telling her all girls were born with it and most lose theirs by making love. He told her there was some pain involved and sometimes a little blood but it was something no girl had to worry about. Lynda accepted his explanation but still was a little concerned about losing her virginity and how much it might hurt. UNDER DADDY'S EYES 14 Poker night this week was at Matt's again. Lynda was happy as it had been a while since she had seen Wendy and was anxious to spend some time with her. It would be an "off night" for Lynda since she wouldn't be able to play with the guys because Wendy and her mother would be there. With all the new experiences, Lynda was a little disappointed with that but next week the guys would be at her house so... Arriving at Matt's house, Lynda almost ran through the living room, shouting her "hellos" as she went, and headed for Wendy's room. Her door was open but the room was dark. Lynda checked the room anyway but Wendy wasn't there. Thinking she might be in Buddy's room, Lynda headed there. Buddy's door was locked so Lynda knocked. "Yeah?" Buddy hollered. "It's me, Lynda," she answered. "Is Wendy in there?" A few moments later, Buddy opened the door. He explained that Wendy and her mother had gone out for the evening and only he and his father were home. A disappointed look came over Lynda's face. Feeling sorry for her, he asked, "Wanna come in and hang out with me?" Lynda agreed and walked into the room. Buddy closed the door as Lynda sat on his bed. She looked over at his computer and saw the image of a nude girl on it. Buddy, seeing what Lynda was looking at, blushed. "Sorry," he mumbled as he went to his computer and shut down the browser. "That's OK," Lynda giggled, then added, "I don't care if you wanna look at girls. Go ahead." "Na, I don't wanna anymore. There all too old anyway. I wish they had younger girls," answered Buddy. "Young girls can't have their pictures on the net. Besides, they don't have much to show anyway. I wish I looked like the girl you were looking at," Lynda said in a low voice. "I think you look better than her," Buddy flattered. "Yeah, right! I just started wearing a bra. I can't even fit into most of them," confessed Lynda. "No, really. I've seen you already, remember?" he blushed slightly. "I thought you looked great. It was fun!" "Yeah," Lynda mumbled. "You really liked my body?" "Yeah," Buddy grinned. "I'd like to see it again." "I dunno..." Lynda stuttered. Being naked for the poker guys was fun but she was the one getting all the attention. With Buddy she thought he'd want to "play around" again and she was somewhat afraid. Sensing her reluctance, Buddy tried to convince her. "We don't have to do anything. If you want, I'll let you see me again too." Lynda was still a little nervous. With her father"s poker friends, she knew they wouldn"t hurt her and her father was there anyway. Now it was just her and Buddy. Still, he was a boy and even if he was a lot smaller than the men, he was still nice to look at. Besides, her father was just in the next room. After pondering for a moment, she looked at Buddy. "No touching, OK?" Buddy agreed. For a few minutes neither did anything. "So you wanna?" he asked. Lynda nodded but still didn't move. Again they looked at each other. "I'll start, OK? Then you take your clothes off too," Buddy offered. Lynda again nodded and Buddy pulled his tee over his head. Lynda still hadn't moved. "You gonna take your clothes off too?" Buddy questioned. Lynda didn't answer but reached for the bottom of her tee and pulled it off. She wished she had worn one of her pretty bra and panty outfits instead of the plain white set she had on. Simultaneously they both dropped their jeans to their ankles and stepped out of them. It was Buddy's turn to hesitate. Lynda noticed the bulge in his underwear and knew he was stiff. Making a boy hard excited her. She wanted to see him. Realizing he was now waiting for her, she pulled off her training bra. Buddy stared with a grin. Lynda liked his apparent approval. Getting more anxious to see his hard cock, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed down a little. She hoped he wouldn't notice her legs trembling with nervousness. Even though he had already seen her naked and she wasn't that shy, for the first time there was just the two of them. Even when she had given him her first blow job, her father had been close by. This was different though. Buddy's shyness was completely gone with his lust to see Lynda nude. He reached for the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down stepping out of them. As he did, his erection slapped against his belly. The suddenness of his actions made Lynda hesitant to delay and she too pushed her panties down. The two stood for a while and stared at each other. "Wanna sit on the bed?" Buddy asked. Lynda nodded and both sat of the bed. "I've never touched a girl's chest..." Buddy started. "Would it be OK if I touched yours... for just a second... just to see what it feels like?" Lynda nodded. Buddy nervously reached out for her small tit. Tentatively he ran his fingers across the nipple before gently cupping her breast. Lynda liked his touch. For some reason she felt shy so looked down, away from his face. His erection caught her eye. It was standing straight up. She wanted to touch it but was afraid if she moved, he would stop rubbing her tit. It seemed strange to her. She had enjoyed many sexual experiences but this seemed a little different from all the others. Instead of her following the lead of others or doing what she was asked, she was doing it with someone. Lynda had heard a few of the girls at school talk about boys mashing their tender breasts or pinching actually making the experience painful. Buddy wasn't doing that. His touch was gentle. Lynda could feel her little nipples getting stiff and poking into his palms. She was still sitting motionless letting him touch her when his hand left. "Thanks, that was nice," he shyly mumbled. Immediately Lynda missed his touch. "You don't have to stop if you don't wanna... it's OK if you wanna keep touching me... I don't mind..." she almost blushed. She didn't want him to stop but actually telling him was something she didn't know how to do. Buddy grinned and his hand returned. He rubbed for a few minutes. "We'd be more comfy if we laid down," he suggested. As if on cue, both reclined. "You can touch me if you want," Buddy offered. As Lynda reached for his toy, his hand slid down her belly to settle between her legs. The two explored each others sex for a short time before Buddy spoke again. "Let's do it," he mumbled. "Huh?" Lynda blurted as the shock of his suggestion began to sink in. "You know... not just touch each other... let's really do it," Buddy stammered, not sure how to say what he wanted but filled with lust enough to try. "I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back, OK?" Lynda told him. Part of her wanted the same thing as he did but the other part was scared to death. Her mind was spinning. In her fog, she stood and walked from the room not really fully aware she was naked. She pulled the door closed behind her and headed for the bathroom still unsure of what she was going to do. "Having fun?" a voice from behind her asked. Lynda spun around in panic to see her father there. Her jaw dropped. "Please don't be mad at me!" she blurted. He smiled at her reassuringly. "I'm not mad. I've told you that you can do what you want to." A little smile came to Lynda's face. "I know." She hesitated before continuing. "I don't know what I want. He wants to do it and I kinda want to too. I'm scared though. What if I bleed or it really hurts? What do I do?" "What do you want to do?" her father questioned. "I wanna do it too... but I'm too scared... I don't know... what if I get pregnant or something?" she answered. "I understand. Some girls let boys put it in their backsides," he suggested. Lynda thought for a moment. She remembered the feelings when Henry had tongued her there. Maybe that would be her answer. "Could I do that?" she asked. "You can if you want to. Is that what you want?" he asked. Lynda shyly nodded. "Come into the bathroom for a minute," he told her. Lynda followed him not sure what he wanted. She watched as he opened the cabinet and rummaged for a minute. He pulled a jar out. "Bend over," he ordered. "What are you gonna do?" she asked. "If you're going to do it that way, you'll need some lube so it won't hurt. I know it's a little embarrassing but it will only take a second. Bend over," he explained. Lynda did as he asked. Her face flushed as she felt her ass cheeks separated and a greasy finger touched her rear opening. He rubbed around a little then pushed his finger into her. She was surprised at how easily it slipped in. The whole thing was over in a few moments. "All set. Go ahead and have fun," he told her. She stood and he turned on the water and began to wash his hands. As he did, she left. Lynda reentered the bedroom. Buddy was still on the bed and his stiff boycock still hard. As Lynda took her place beside him, his hand returned to her pussy and he began rubbing again. "I'll let you do it but we're going to do it a different way." Buddy looked at her a little confused. "I don't want you to put it in there. If you wanna do it, you gotta put it in the other side," she explained. "OK," Buddy agreed. Lynda rolled over onto her stomach, opened her legs, and waited. Buddy positioned himself between her legs and settled on top of her. Lynda could feel his erection between her ass cheeks. Buddy grasped his cock, aimed as best he could, and pushed. He slid across the opening but didn't enter. He tried a few more times with the same result. Lynda reached behind her to help the struggling boy. She took hold of his cock and aimed it at her asshole. Being inexperienced himself, Buddy just plunged forward. Lynda winced as the cock sank deeply into her. He did go in easy but she felt like she was being split in two. "Aaahhh...Wait!" she yelled. Buddy froze. Her reaction frightened him. "Sorry!" he exclaimed. "Want me to take it out?" "No, just wait a minute," Lynda gasped. His entry had hurt but she had gone this far and didn't want to back out now. A boy's cock was really inside her. She just wanted a little time to recover. Buddy was motionless. "You feel nice," he whispered. To Lynda, it still felt like a tree trunk was in her ass but the pain was subsiding. Buddy's comment pleased her. She was making a boy feel good with her body. His cock didn't feel as good as Henry's tongue had but she was proud anyway. She was a woman giving pleasure to a boy. "OK," she said softly. The "filled" feeling was still there but it didn't hurt any more. Buddy began to instinctively move his cock in and out of the girl beneath him. He had been masturbating for a few years now but this was far better than his hand. His cock was being squeezed inside Lynda's warm, moist cave. The sensations he was experiencing were the most intense he had ever felt. Lynda could feel Buddy's cock moving inside her. The sensations she was feeling weren't bad but the idea of what was happening was far more exciting. She was really getting fucked! She had felt her father's finger in her ass and Henry's tongue but neither was as exciting as this. Buddy's breath was hot on her neck as he breathed hard. The animal like noises he was emitting excited her. She liked the feeling of his belly bumping against her ass as he plunged into her. Buddy stopped pumping and pushed into her deeply. He remained still for a moment before he began pumping again. He seemed to move easier. His movements slowed to a stop. "Wow..." he moaned. Lynda smiled. He had cum and his cum was inside her. Buddy's full weight was on her. She was being crushed into the bed but the feeling was nice. His cock was still in her ass but it didn't seem as big now. The fit seemed more comfortable. Buddy rolled off her. As he did, his cock pulled out of her ass. For a moment she stayed still. Her asshole felt different now but at the same time felt empty. She wished he was still inside her. Lynda wanted to lay there and just stay still but the urge of nature wouldn't let her. Reluctantly she stood and went to the bathroom. Lynda was surprised to see her father still in the hallway. "You OK?" he asked. She smiled and walked around him into the bathroom. He followed her and closed the door. She sat on the toilet and let Buddy's cum ooze out of her. "Did you like it?" he asked. "Yeah," Lynda smiled. "Hurt?" he questioned. "At first, yeah," she answered. "You OK now?" he repeated. Lynda nodded. "I'm going back to the game. We'll talk later." Lynda again nodded and he left. She sat and thought about what had happened. A boy had put his cock inside her body. She began to wonder what it would have felt like if he had put it in her pussy. She had been afraid of the pain but it had hurt going into her ass too. In the end, she had actually liked the feeling. Would it feel different in her pussy? UNDER DADDY'S EYES 15 All the next week Lynda couldn't get the thought of Buddy's cock inside her out of her mind. It may not have been the most pleasurable experience she ever had but there was something about it that made it seem special. It was her father's turn to host the poker game on Friday which she normally looked forward to but Buddy had called and asked her to a dance at his school. As much as she liked "playing" with her father's friends at the game, she had accepted Buddy's invitation. It would be her first date and she couldn't refuse. Naturally Buddy's father, Matt, would be at the poker game but his mother and sister were going away for the weekend. It was decided Lynda's father would drop Lynda off at Matt's house a little early and then go back home to get things ready for the poker game. Matt would drop Buddy and Lynda off at the dance then go to the game. At the end of the dance someone would pick up the two from the dance and they would go to Lynda's house until the game ended. Friday afternoon came and Lynda rushed home from school still not quite sure what she would wear to the dance. Frantically she searched her closet for the fifth time in two days trying to pick out what she would wear. In the corner, still covered with the bag, was the dress her father had bought her to replace the "favorite" she had outgrown. She had almost forgotten about it. She decided it would be perfect. Lynda ripped the bag off and removed the tags. As she finished, her father walked in the door. "Daddy, can I wear this to the dance tonight? Please?" Her father assured her it would be perfect. "I want something real pretty to wear under it. Can we stop at the mall where we bought it so I can get something?" Seeing his daughter so excited there was no way he could refuse so off they went. Her father smiled as Lynda searched the store rack for the "perfect" underwear to wear. She was growing up. She was no longer content with the tees and "white cottons" of childhood. "How 'bout this!" she blurted as she held up a bra and thong set. The outfit seemed a little "old" for her young age. "Gee, I don't know..." he began not knowing exactly what to say. "Oh Daddy," Lynda interrupted, suspecting what he was thinking. "I know you like it. Look, the trim even matches the dress. It's so pretty! Please?" She was right. The trim did match the dress but the rest of the outfit was very sheer. He couldn't refuse her though, so they bought it and headed for Matt's. Lynda was dropped off and went in. "Buddy's in the shower. If you want to start getting ready you can use Wendy's room," Matt told her. Lynda, being anxious, almost ran to the room. She threw her bags onto the bed and quickly stripped out of her clothes. Tearing into the bag, she pulled out her new underwear and put it on. She grinned as she looked into the mirror. She knew it was sheer but didn't realize it was THAT sheer. Her nipples, though still not very developed, were clearly visible through the bra. What little pussy hair she had made a shadow in the thong and even her slit could be seen through the thin cloth. It was more revealing than she had expected but she liked the look. It made her look sexy. When she had picked it out, she hadn't realized it was a thong. She had never worn one before and it felt a little strange. She turned and looked at her ass in the mirror. The thong looked to her like it sort of framed her young ass cheeks, accenting them. It was a far cry from her little girl panties - almost like she was wearing nothing at all. The thought excited her. Satisfied with her underwear, Lynda put on the dress and looked back into the mirror. Reflected back was a girl who seemed older than she actually was. A big smile came across her face. Now ready for the dance, she picked up her discarded clothes that had been just dropped on the floor. As she moved, the material of her dress rubbed her naked ass cheeks. She felt nude under her dress. The feeling was arousing; she liked it. Finally ready, she went into the family room and found Buddy and Matt there. Buddy was already dressed. She blushed realizing how long she had taken but the ooo's and ah's from Matt and the surprised look on Buddy's face made her realize her time was well spent. "You look nice!" Buddy exclaimed. He was wearing a suit and Lynda was impressed by his appearance too. Where she had taken so long, things were a little rushed so they headed out for the dance. The dance proved to be a perfect date. Lynda not only had fun, she thought Buddy was the best looking guy there. She had seen a new side of him. He was no longer "one of the gang" but somehow seemed a little more special. He had even kissed her a few times. The kisses had just been quick sneaky ones as the dance chaperones seemed to be constantly watching but they were real kisses. They were picked up after the dance and on the way to Lynda's house he even held her hand! The compliments flowed as they walked into the door. It was a little embarrassing to have all the men telling her how great she looked in front of Buddy but Lynda did like the approval of everyone. She did get a little angry when they started on Buddy telling him how lucky he was, if they were younger, and such. When they began to tease him about how she "felt" and if he thought he was "man enough" to take care of her, she had to get away. "Come on, Buddy, let's go to my room," she suggested. With the choice of listening to the men tease him or go with Lynda, the decision was simple. The two headed down the hall to her room. They entered the room and Lynda closed the door behind them. "I'm gonna change," she announced. "Ah... I'll wait outside," Buddy stammered. Although he had already seen her naked, he wasn't sure if she was giving him a hint or not. "You can stay if you want," Lynda said meekly. "I don't mind." She'd never admit it to him but she wanted to show off her new bra and thong set for him. "OK," he smiled as he sat on the bed. "Unzip me?" Lynda coyly asked as she turned her back to him. Buddy tried his best not to appear to anxious as he slid the zipper down to her waist. Lynda kept her back to him as she pulled her arms from the dress and let it fall. She smiled as she heard a sigh of approval from Buddy. "Wow!" he said softly. Before even thinking about what he was saying, he added, "Girls have such nice underwear! Guy's stuff is so plain..." Suddenly he blushed realizing what he had said. "Ah... um... I didn't mean it like that..." Sensing his embarrassment, Lynda blurted, "Thanks," and Buddy stopped. His eyes were glued on her near naked ass. Slowly she turned around and he saw the sheerness of the material, revealing the assets beneath it. "Like it?" she asked. "Yeah..." he sighed. "You don't have to stay in your suit," Lynda hinted. "I don't have anything to change into," Buddy mumbled. "If you wanna just take it off, you can. If we both just have underwear it will be fair, right?" she grinned. Buddy didn't need anymore encouragement as the suit was practically torn off his body. He ended up standing next to Lynda in only his underpants, which were obviously tented by his raging hardon. For a moment they just stood staring at each other until Lynda, lowering her eyes, added, "No one is here to stop us from kissing now." The words had barely lefty her lips when Buddy's lips touched hers. The two kissed passionately. His arms went around her but instead of wrapping around her back, his hands went straight to her bare ass cheeks. Lynda's excitement had long ago overtaken her. The knowledge she was wearing such a sheer thong under her dress at the dance had never left her mind. Dancing with Buddy, who had surprised her by being such a good dancer, had only added to her arousal; especially during the last slow dance of the night. He had held her so close. Lynda could feel his hard cock press against her belly. Her thong was getting damp from her own juices. As they kissed, she ground herself against his hardness. It felt so nice to her. It wasn't long before Buddy's hands left her ass. Lynda almost sighed audibly, not wanting to loose the sensations he was giving her with his almost rough kneading. Quickly she knew why he had stopped. His hands were clumsily fumbling with her bra strap. It became obvious he wasn't going to be able to unhook it so without saying anything, Lynda reached around her back and released the catch. Buddy's hands went to her shoulders and he dragged the straps down, causing the bra to bunch up between their mashing pelvises. Gently Buddy pushed forward, making Lynda fall on her back on the bed. He fell on top of her. Somehow the bra had dislodged itself and was now on the floor. Lynda sighed as Buddy's fingers found her stiff nipples. They continued kissing as he gently pinched and twirled her little pebbles. After a while his lips left hers but he did not stop kissing. Slowly he began to kiss his way down her neck and chest. Lynda's lungs sucked air like each breath was her last. Her hands ran through his hair. After what seemed to be an eternity to Lynda, his lips closed over one of her tits. Suddenly she was being filled with new sexual sensations unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her breath caught as a nipple was sucked into his mouth. Her fingers tensed until she realized she was actually pulling at his hair. She was embarrassed but he didn't seem to care as he continued to suckle. Her chest heaved as she pulled his head closer. He hadn't even touched her pussy but she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm stirring deep within her belly. Without warning, Buddy's lips left her hard nipple and he leaned back. "Nooo..." Lynda moaned. As he stood, his hands slid to the waistband of her panties. Before her mind would focus, the thong was being dragged down her hips. Without thinking, she lifted her hips and the thong was off. For a moment Buddy just looked at her with a big smile on his face. He then started to lower himself onto her again. Quickly Lynda lifted her leg and placed her foot on his chest. An evil grin formed on her face. "You gotta take yours off too..."

My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans Part 21 – Ryan takes advantage of my realisation ------------------------------------------------------------- I’ve finally realised why Ryan exposes me and why I expose myself. It came to me one afternoon when I was at the gym on my own. If I’m not sexually excited I get all embarrassed and feel humiliated when Ryan exposes me; but if I’m all horny and randy then I love every second when I’m exposed and crave to find ways to let men see me naked. My logic says that all women love to be seen naked when they are aroused; just like me; so how could I possibly be called an exhibitionist? I’m just like any other woman and just about all women aren’t called exhibitionists so why should I? Ryan obviously realised all this early on in our relationship and although he misjudges my level of sexual excitement at times, he has been exposing me because he knows that, when I’m sexually excited, I love it. I just wish that I’d realised all this years ago. I’ve talked to Ryan about this and got him to promise that if he’s thinking about exposing me to loads of men then he’ll make sure that my AF is way up there before he does it and that he won’t expose me if I’m not feeling horny. I’m not sure that he’ll stick to that promise because I know that he like seeing me all embarrassed and humiliated. The Charity Shop -------------------- Ryan’s still taking me to the charity shop each time that we go into town. It’s usually on a morning and sex is usually the last thing on my mind when he drags me in. I must admit that I’ve started looking through the clothes but never find anything that I like. Of course Ryan finds a short skirt or skimpy top that he expects me to try on. As I’ve said before, the college students that volunteer to staff the shop keep changing but word of the girl that tries things on with the curtain open seems to get passed from student to student and Ryan doesn’t like to disappoint them by opening the curtain on me. It’s usually embarrassing letting those young people see me naked because I’m rarely feeling aroused when we go in, but it keeps Ryan happy. One Saturday morning we slept late and when we woke-up Ryan said that he had to hurry because he needed to be at a shop in town by 10:00. As I got dressed Ryan asked me to not put any of my jewellery in. As we were in a rush I didn’t ask why. Arriving in town we got off the bus and started walking our normal route. As we got to the charity shop Ryan steered me in. I asked him if having me try on clothes that I never intended to buy would make him late for whatever it was we were rushing for. “No, no, it’s all planned;” was all Ryan said. Inside I looked round and saw no customers, but I did see 4 young men and 2 young women all behind the counter. That’s unusual because it normally takes 1 or 2 people to staff that sort of shop. Anyway, Ryan selected a cotton dress off one of the racks then took me over to the changing cubicles. There I saw that the curtains had been removed and the area next to them had been cleared apart for a chair in the middle of the open area. “You may as well try it on near that chair.” Ryan said. I looked around and saw that we were still the only customers and I figured that the angle was wrong for the staff to see me from the sales counter so I put my bag down and got undressed with my back to Ryan. When I was naked I turned to get the dress from Ryan and got a shock; all of the staff were stood near Ryan, looking at me. I gasped, just before Ryan said, “Tanya dearest, I told these nice people that we’d help them shoot a video to promote the clothes for young people that they have in this shop; you don’t mind do you?” “Of course I mind; I’ve had enough of taking my clothes off for other people.” We then had one of our little ‘discussions’ that I always loose and Ryan told the staff that everything was okay and we could start. One of the guys setup a video camera and another got an expensive looking camera out of a case. Another disappeared then came back saying that he’d put the ‘closed’ sign up. All the time I was stood there, naked, and watching what was going on. “Right Tanya,” one of the guys said, “we’ll be dressing you and undressing you so all you have to do is act like a mannequin; we’ll do everything else. One of the girls stepped forward carrying a bag from which she pulled out a pair of boy shorts and a bikini top that looked very small. The material looked very thin as well. She put the top on me then lifted it up and pulled my nipples and then rolled them between her finger and thumb before pulling the bikini top back down. “Got to make them stand out;” she said. Then she lifted my feet one at a time, putting them through the legs of the boy shorts. When she’d pulled them up she looked at me then pulled them down again. They felt mighty thin. “Too boring,” she said, and proceeded to rub my pussy until I felt it get wet and swollen. While she was rubbing she slipped a finger inside me and finger fucked me a couple of times. I looked at Ryan and he just nodded. The girl must have felt my juices as she said, “That’s better.” She pulled the boy shorts back up, giving me a slight wedgie, and rubbed my pussy some more outside the shorts. I looked down and saw 2 little tents in the bikini top and a definite camel toe covered in wet, thin material. “Smile at the camera and look sexy,” the girl said; then, “Oh hang-on.” She then got 2 hair bands and finger combed my hair into pigtails. She backed away, the 2 men with the cameras started poking them everywhere that they could. Things went on in a similar way for what seemed like an hour. The guys as well as the girls taking it in turn to put clothes on me. None of the clothes were anything like what I’d seen in the shop the times that I’d been there. Each time they put something on me they had to tweak my nipples and play with my pussy (men as well). Whenever they put a skirt on me the cameramen always managed to take quite a few upskirt shots. About half way through, my mood changed from almost annoyance to lust and the desire to make sure that they got lots of photographs of me naked. At least one of them must have sensed my mood change and finger fucked me for longer before dressing me in a skirt (belt) only. Then he asked me to sit on the front edge of the chair with my legs wide open and my left hand rubbing my left nipple. Well, by then I was as horny as hell and after a minute or so my right hand wandered to my pussy. As I started to rub my clit I looked over to Ryan; the lust on his face was as good as it ever has been. It didn’t take long for me to start cumming, all that could be heard in that shop was my moans and screams of pleasure. As I calmed down I heard one of the girls say to Ryan, “I wonder if you’d mind if your daughter did some nude poses for us; she’s the perfect subject material for our post grad course.” Ryan didn’t need to ask me, he could see that I was so horny that I would do anything for any of them. “Yes, of course it is; you can either tell her how you want her or you can just let her chose her own poses. I’m sure that you won’t be disappointed if you just let her get on with her own ideas.” I looked over to Ryan, smiled, stood up, moved the chair out of the way and took the skirt off. I was totally naked again. I then proceeded to do all the stretching exercises that I do at the gym, holding them for about the same time (roughly 20 seconds) before moving on to the next one. All the time the young men, apart from the 2 camera men who were really close to me), and the girls were just stood there watching me. When I leaned over backwards, down onto my hands, Ryan came over and whispered, “Treadmill.” I started shaking and jerking and collapsed onto my knees, still spread wide, as the orgasm hit me like a train. When I could compose myself I got up and continued. I wore myself out and just lay on my back on the floor. The young people must have realised that the show was over because they seemed to lose interest in me and went back to doing what they were supposed to do. I just managed to get dressed before the next customer came into the shop. On the way out one of the staff came over and thanked us for our contribution to the charity. Ryan said that it was our pleasure and that they could call on us anytime that we wanted. I wanted to say, “Same time next week,” but all I managed to say was, “You’re welcome!” As we got to the door, one of the girls came up to me and told me that she wished that she had my courage. The rest of the shopping trip was a bit of an anti-climax and I couldn’t wait until we got home so that I could jump on Ryan. Work ------ Work is going well. They’ve introduce a flexitime system and as I often arrive early I’m accumulating so much time that I can usually have one afternoon off each week. The Gym ---------- When I told Ryan how much I’d enjoyed myself when I went to the gym on my own after I’d been wearing one of my remote vibes all morning, he’s been encouraging me to use my flexitime hours to go to the gym on my own. I’ve started wearing one of my remote vibes to work when I think that there’s a chance that I’ll be able to get the afternoon off; and if my request is approved I’ll switch the vibe on and ‘simmer’ on the edge for the rest of the morning. Okay, it makes it hard to concentrate on work but the rewards in the afternoon make it all worthwhile. One morning when I managed to get the afternoon off I remembered that Ryan’s brother’s girlfriend Jenny had shown some interest in going to the gym; and that Jenny didn’t have any lectures that day so I phoned her and invited her to join me there. At first she refused but after a few minutes persuasion she started to come round. Her last excuse was that she didn’t have any gym kit. I laughed and told her that she didn’t need anything; everything, towel, shampoo and conditioner, were all provided. All she needed to bring was her gorgeous body. Finally she agreed and I explained how to get there and when to be there. I think that she was just a bit nervous because she’d often told me that she liked to men to see her naked. We met and in we went. Darren was on reception and he welcomed me and asked who my friend was. I introduced them and told Darren that she wanted to join. Just as I said that a naked girl walked out of the changing room. Jenny did a double take the said, “You weren’t kidding me were you?” Jenny quickly filled-in the membership form and Darren gave her a little black tube and we went into the changing room. Jenny knew what the black tube was because she’d seen Ryan making some of them at home. We quickly stripped naked and then I pointed out the cameras in the changing rooms and showers. “Isn’t that illegal?” Jenny asked. “Only if you don’t know that they’re there, and all the girls love them being there; you are getting wet aren’t you?” I replied. “Dripping.” Jenny replied. As we walked out into the reception area I saw that Jenny’s nipples were rock hard and she wasn’t trying to hide anything. She even smiled at Darren when he looked over to us. I gave Jenny the tour of the place and she kept saying that it was amazing and that she never would have believed it if she hadn’t seen it. The girl masturbating in the sauna particularly amazed her. That was until we got to the workout room. Jenny was like a girl with her first vibrator. As soon as we got in there she just stood and stared. “Is that a bike like yours? And look at that; you can lie on your back and fuck yourself. Fucking hell, that man’s face is inches from her pussy. And look at those screens (there was a close-up of one of the girls spread pussy), is that 4k resolution?” I smiled and asked her where she wanted to start. “I’m going to use one of those spreaders and get my pussy up on one of those screens.” Jenny said and quickly left me. I started out by using one of the normal exercise cycles with the saddle too high. I wanted some pressure on my clit before moving on to the rest of the equipment. After I’d been pedalling for a while I looked round the room. It looked a bit different and as I looked closer I saw 2 new pieces of equipment. One was a new rowing machine. I’d never bothered with the rowing machines before and hadn’t taken much notice of them, but the new one was different. When I got off the bike I went over to the new rowing machine. It was different in that the feet rests were about 3 feet apart and in the middle where the seat slides up to is a bar with a rubber cock, parallel to the ground, pointing at any pussy that slides towards it. Studying it I saw that the dildo was adjustable in its height and angle. The seat too was different; this machine has a proper seat with a back, albeit in a semi reclining position that just about lined the user’s pussy up with the dildo. Sitting on the seat, I slid forward until the tip of the rubber cock was near my pussy. I made a minor adjustment and shuffled a bit until the bell-end was just nudging my hole. I pushed with my feet then slowly pulled on the handle. I slid forwards and the bell end of the dildo slid straight into my hole. I started to push and pull over and over. It will never be as good as impaling myself on Ryan cock but it was certainly good. The machine had a camera on the side of the dildo arm and I soon saw my pussy on one of the big screens. Because I was making the dildo go in and out of me my hole didn’t have time to contract before it was opened up again. This left my hole open to the camera and I looked like I had my black plastic tube inside me. I rowed and rowed until I had another orgasm; all caught on camera. The other new machine isn’t really a machine, it was a big, black, rubber cock; and it’s fixed to the floor and coming up about 8 inches through a big rubber mat. It’s close to one of the mirrored walls and on the mirror was a sign saying, ‘Something to help you practice leg stretching.’ So simple, but so much fun; and it did what the sign said. I just had to have a go. I could do it either facing the mirror or the room so I chose the room. I spread my legs and lowered myself down; letting out a few moans and ‘ooh’s and ‘arrghs’ and ‘yes’’s’ on the way down. It felt soo good going down on it, right to the floor; I felt so full. I looked up and saw that I’d attracted a small audience, including Jenny who had a big grin on her face. I also saw my pussy on one of the big screens. I hadn’t seen a camera but there must be one there somewhere. Then I started raising myself up and going down again. I kept doing that until I had another orgasm. I got a little applause from some of the guys as I was cumming. I got up and leant against the wall for a few minutes, getting my breath back. When I was ready I got on with doing all the things that I normally do in that room, and that I’ve described before. About 20 minutes later Jenny came over and asked me if I wanted to go to the sauna. I said that I did and asked her if she wanted to try the little black tube. “Hmm, I’m not sure about that but I’ll give it a go if you do.” We went to the changing room and got our tubes out. “I bet that you don’t need any lubrication.” I said. Jenny laughed and said, “What do you think?” Tubes inserted, we wandered over to the sauna. On the way I’d asked Jenny how many times she’d cum and was amazed that it was once more than I had. At the sauna we joined 2 other girls and 4 men. The 2 girls were sat with their legs wide open and were rubbing their pussies. We sat and did the same. Jenny was a little slow starting, probably because she wasn’t sure about displaying her pussy with the little black pipe holding her hole open. All 4 men’s eyes were going from one girl’s pussy to another, right up until one of the other girls started to cum. Her moans and ‘yes, yes, yes’ attracted the attention of all 4 men, and the other girls, and we all watched her do a little squirt that landed on one of the men. I didn’t cum in there, but Jenny did. The excitement of something new must have got to her. Suitably over-heated, we climbed down, went and had a shower then went and lay on one of the sun loungers by the pool. Jenny quickly changing the way that she’d laid down to match the way I was (legs akimbo). “This is amazing, but weird at the same time.” Jenny said. “I never would have thought that somewhere like this existed; never mind only a few miles from where I live.” “Yeah, we are lucky girls aren’t we?” I replied. It wasn’t long before a couple of men’s heads popped up from the pool at the foot of our sun loungers. “I feel more exposed than I ever have before.” Jenny said. “You are girl.” I replied. Not wanting to disappoint the man at the bottom of my sun lounger, I stared him in the face and started rubbing my clit again; ever so slowly. “Fuck, this is so naughty, but so nice.” I heard Jenny say, but I didn’t reply; I just stared at the man as I brought myself to another orgasm. I looked over to Jenny and saw, and heard, her cum again. Afterwards I told Jenny that she should really go for a swim while she was there; apart from the amazing feeling, I reminded her that one side of the pool had a glass wall and that she’d be on display to everyone in the workout room. As we surfaced Jenny took ages describing the feeling of the water inside her. Three times she got out and jumped in so that she could feel the water rushing inside her hole. Finally, she calmed down a bit and we did a few lengths before getting out. We’d been there for 3 hours and we decided that we’d better head for home; Jenny making me promise to call her the next time that I got the afternoon off work. We left the pipes in our holes during the bus rides home; Jenny saying that the cold air going up her hole would either make her cum lots of times, or that she’d catch pneumonia. She didn’t, and the sight of her open pussy made Tom drag her to their room as soon as he saw her. We didn’t see either of them for the next couple of hours. A couple of Saturdays after that Ryan announced that we were going to the gym. We’d fucked before we got up but we’d been busy round the house in the morning and I wasn’t feeling at all sexy and I wasn’t feeling like going. Anyway, Ryan got his gym kit and we got in the car and drove there. As usual, I hadn’t put any clothes on and we walked in with me as naked as the day that I was born. Darren was at reception as usual and standing at the counter were 2 young looking girls. I blinked my eyes and confirmed that there were 2 of them as they were very identical; even their clothes. “Oh hi Ryan, Tanya; would you have a minute please Tanya?” Ryan went off to get changed while I walked over to the girls. “Tanya, this is Kate and Jude; new members, would you mind showing them round and what’s what?” “Sure thing Darren.” I said looking at the girls; “how the hell was I supposed to know who was who?” I thought. “Right girls,” I said, “I suppose we’d better start by getting rid of those clothes.” I led the girls into the ladies changing room, pointed out the lockers and stood at the side while they took their clothes off. I was pleased to see that they both wore no knickers under their micro skirts, just like me. When they took their tops off their little tits were about the same size as mine and were not restrained by a bra. When they turned to face me I saw that they were as bald as me as well. Apart from them being slightly taller than me, and a different hair style, we could have been sisters. “Right girls, you’ve seen the lockers; the toilets and showers are through there; oh, the showers as communal but I guess that that won’t bother you. One thing that I have to tell you right now is that there are cameras all over the whole club, including in here; and that the pictures are broadcast to big screens all over the place. There are very few places that you can get any privacy.” I looked back at the girls and saw that they were smiling. Also, their nipples were as hard as mine. “Shall we go for the tour then? We’ll leave the workout room till last because that’s where you can have the most fun; err sorry, exercise.” “What are these for?” One of the twins asked holding up one of the little black plastic tubes. “Ah yes,” I replied, “those are my boyfriend’s invention. Leave them in your locker; their use will become obvious later.” They put their tubes in their locker and followed me out of the changing room. There wasn’t a hint of shyness or embarrassment as we walked out into the reception area and saw 2 guys signing in and looking at us. “Wow,” one of the twins said, “I’m going to like it here.” I smiled and led the twins passed the workout room telling them that we’d be back their soon. I did notice the twins looking into the workout room where there were about 5 guys standing around one of the leg spreader machines. I couldn’t see but I assumed that a girl was displaying her goodies as she worked the machine. When we got to the sauna and I opened the door, there were 2 girls and one man there; both girls had their legs spread wide and were masturbating. I looked back to the twins and saw that both of them were grinning. I could see that they were going to enjoy being a club member. Down by the pool Ella was on a sun lounger with her feet either side and she had one of the black plastic tubes in her pussy. As we walked up to her one of the twins asked what was wrong with her. I laughed and said, “Nothing.” I introduced them telling Ella that they too were going to college then told Ella that Jude, or was it Kate, was asking about the plastic pipes. Ella smiled as I went on to tell them about Liz and how her pussy gapes open when she gets aroused. That I wanted my pussy to gape open so I got my boyfriend to find something that I could put in my pussy so that it gapes open and he came up with these little tubes of plastic pipe. After I wore it to the club lots of the girls wanted one and that’s what Ella is wearing. “Wow!” Kate, or was it Jude, said. “So that’s what Darren gave us. Do all new girl members get one then?” “Yeah, Ryan’s made a whole load of them and he gave them to Darren to hand out.” “Hey,” Ella said, “Which college do you go to and which course?” One of the twins gave the names. “And you’re in the second year of it?” “Yes.” “That’s funny, I’m on the same course and I haven’t seen you before?” Ella said. Both Kate and Jude blushed then confessed that they were really only 14 and that they’d got some fake IDs that they’d used to join. Both Ella and I promised not to tell anyone. As we walked away one of the twins said, “You knew didn’t you? That bit about college was a test wasn’t it?” “Relax, it’s not a problem; I’m often mistaken for being younger than you are so I’ve got lots of experience of what young girls can get away with.” “Yeah, when we first saw you we thought that you must have joined with a fake ID as well.” We had a bit of a laugh and I promised to tell them about some of my ‘experiences’ some time. We continued the tour and ended at the workout room. In there were 4 girls and 5 men; both dildo cycles were in use so the twins didn’t see them straight away. They did see the bald pussy of the girl on one of the leg spreaders with 2 men staring at her; and one girl spotting a man with her pussy only inches above his nose. Both twins just stood and stared for ages before one of them said, “Don’t the girls get groped in here?” “No, the club rules are simple, no men touching the girls; having said that, accidents do happen. A couple of times when I’ve been spotting I’ve collapsed on the man and he tongued my pussy but apart from that it’s fine. Sorry, were you hoping to get fucked or something in here?” “No, no, it’s just that all these naked girls and horny men, I bet that it’s hard for them not to touch.” One of the twins said. “I’m 100 percent sure that they’re hard in here.” The other twin said. We all giggled a bit then I told them to go and do their thing but to come and find me if they had any questions. I started to do my routine but I wasn’t getting into things like I usually do. Then it hit me; I wasn’t aroused enough. If I was going to really enjoy myself I had to do something about that. I looked round and saw that the exercise cycle was just becoming free so I went and climbed on and set the timer for 20 minutes. “That should get me in the right mood.” I thought. And it did; I came just before the 20 minutes was up and I went on to have another great workout with me exposing every little bit of my pussy to just about all the men in there; and cumming 5 more times before Ryan came looking for me to tell me that we were going. I went and told the twins that I was leaving; they told me that they intended to be back there at least once every weekend and more often during the school holidays. They whispered that last bit. Clothes shopping -------------------- Ryan wanted to get me some see thru tops and dresses so one Sunday we went into town and did the rounds of the clothes shops. In all the shops Ryan told me to try the item on and to come out of my cubicle to show him what I looked like. I gave quite a few people a surprise when they saw through what I was wearing and realised that I had nothing on underneath. In the shops where partners can go into the changing area Ryan kept opening the curtains to have a look at me. I have no idea how many men saw me in various stages of undress. We bought 2 see thru dresses and 3 see thru tops. I have no idea where Ryan expects me to wear them, but I’m sure that he’ll find somewhere to embarrass me wearing them. Christmas at the Rugby Club --------------------------------- One of Ryan’s work colleagues plays rugby and he invited Ryan and me to the Rugby Club Christmas Dinner. It was a Saturday and Ryan and I had been crawling around town looking for some new furniture so I was tired and not at all aroused when we were getting ready. I made a special effort to look good and wore a really nice, short dress that was slightly sheer – if you got close; shoes, nipple chains and nothing else. Ryan didn’t want me wearing my clit hood chain. When we got there the dinner was being held in a big, old hall with a really high ceiling. At one end there is a stage and in one corner on the stage was a Christmas tree that must have been 10 feet tall. They must have had problems keeping it upright because I could see some scaffolding at the sides and 2 little platforms either side up near the top. It was decorated with the usual decorations, a fairy on the top and quite a few pairs of knickers and thongs spread round the branches. “Tree looks good.” I said to Mike (Ryan’s colleague). “It’ll look better soon won’t it Ryan?” Mike asked. “Tanya,” Ryan said, “We’ve got a little job for you this evening.” “What?” “We’d like you to replace that little fairy on top of the Christmas tree.” “What?” “Under the little skirt of that fairy is a dildo and we want you to fuck yourself on it, right after we’ve all eaten.” Ryan said. “You cannot be serious Ryan. I’m not doing that; besides how could anyone get up there and how could I fuck myself on it without bringing the tree down; and what about my dress? I’m not going to ruin that. “Don’t you worry about all that,” Ryan said, “we’ve got all that organised. You enjoy your dinner then we’ll get you all organised.” “No Ryan; I won’t do it.” Of course, I knew that I’d end-up on top of that tree, Ryan always gets his way. The other rugby players, their friends and partners all arrived. By the time that the dinner started there must have been 60 or 70 people there, nearly all of them men. Over the dinner, and a few drinks, I kept telling Ryan that I wasn’t happy and that I didn’t want to do it. The time finally came and Ryan took me to one of the changing rooms. Mike and his girlfriend (Sara) were there waiting. Ryan told me to ‘get naked’ and Jenny unzipped my dress. Then came another surprise, both Ryan and Mike picked-up big paint spray cans. “What the hell are those for?” I asked. “You.” They both said. Come and stand in the middle of that sheet. Mike added. “You want to paint me?” “Yes, all over.” “What colour is it?” “Silver.” “How do I get it off afterwards?” “Don’t worry about that, it’ll wash off.” “I hope so; I can’t go to work all silver. Oh, hang on a minute.” I got a couple of tissues from Sara and wiped my pussy again while Ryan and Mike put on some paper overalls and got started. It took about 15 minutes to cover me from head to foot. They even sprayed my face and hair. All the time Sara was standing back and taking photographs. Fortunately, the paint just about dried on contact - apart from round my pussy because it was getting quite damp again. When Ryan and Mike had finished, Sara moved in and fixed a tiara to my head, hooked some wings over my shoulders and gave me a wand. She took some more photographs before telling the guys that I was ready. They picked-up a big sheet to hide me from the eyes of everyone and led me out. When we went out to the main room I saw that big curtains had been pulled across the stage, hiding the tree from everyone’s eyes. Mike and Ryan guided me behind the curtain and told me how to climb up. I was surprised how stable the little ledges were; I didn’t feel at all unsafe. Talking me through how to get in position, Mike kept asking me if I was okay. When I was in position, with my legs spread wide and my pussy hovering behind the little doll fairy, Mike told me to lift the doll off and throw it down. As I did so I saw the big dildo waiting for me. I grabbed hold of it to see how stable it was and was surprised to feel that it was solid. Looking down I saw that a long pole went from the base of the dildo down into the branches. Judging by how stable it was I guessed that it went down to the floor. Ryan quietly told me to impale myself to see that everything was okay. I did, and it was. “Okay,” Ryan said, “catch this. Then stand up and wait there until the curtain drops; then go for it.” I un-impaled myself, caught the wand, adjusted the wings a bit, and waited. Ryan and Mike left, leaving me with the head of the dildo just blow my pussy and me thinking about the situation. What the fuck was I doing? My heart was pounding and I felt so embarrassed. The anticipation was unbelievable. I could hear someone saying something on a loudspeaker but I couldn’t make out what was being said. Then there was a cheer and then the curtains opened. If my face hadn’t being painted silver everyone would have seen how embarrassed I was. I smiled, waved the wand and lowered my pussy to the tip of the dildo. Fuck, I almost died of shame; the sight of all those people staring at me and my pussy. At least I was covered in silver paint. After a long pause I decided that I’d better do something so I lowered myself onto the dildo. I’d dried up a bit so it was a bit uncomfortable but I soon felt very full. There were more cheers and a few rude comments. Assuming that everyone was expecting me to fuck myself on the dildo I started going up and down slowly. I tried not to look at anyone out in the audience but I couldn’t help myself. From up near the ceiling I could see everyone. I’ve never seen so many people staring at me while I fucked myself. I couldn’t help myself, I started to get aroused. The more I went up and down the more aroused I got and the wetter I got. The inevitable happened and I started to cum. It was difficult trying to keep relatively still as I didn’t want to risk rocking the boat and falling off the tree. As the waves receded I pushed up then started fucking myself again. I assumed that Ryan was expecting me to keep going and cum more than once; and to be honest, by that time I was starting to enjoy myself. Besides, my audience were shouting for more. I transferred the wand to my left hand and moved my right hand to my pussy to start rubbing my clit. After my second orgasm someone came onto the stage with a microphone and thanked me for my show. He also told me that I could climb down anytime that I wanted. I didn’t; I kept going up and down as the man announced that some dancers were going to put on a bit of a show for everyone. I looked down and saw 3 girls come through the same door that I had. They were dressed as schoolgirls and they came onto the stage and as some music started they slowly stripped naked. As I watched I saw that I recognised 2 of the 3. They were girls from the gym; one was Ella. When they were all naked the man with the microphone announced that the girls would be moving round everyone and acting as waitresses for a while. All the time that they were stripping I was fucking myself and came once more; but when the man said that the girls would be mingling with the people and acting as waitresses I decided that I wanted to join them. My AF was hovering around 9.9 out of 10 and the thought of getting groped by a bunch of rugby players was just too good to miss. I bottomed down on the dildo one more time and stayed there for a few seconds before pushing my legs straight letting my pussy leave the dildo. I just stood there for a few seconds to make sure that I was able to climb down without my legs giving way and me having a terrible accident. I slowly made it down to the stage in one piece and Ryan came over to me. I kissed and hugged him and was about to ask him if he minded if I joined the other girls, but before I could say anything he said, “Go on TT, I know that you want to. Count the number of fingers you get in your pussy and I’ll try to think of something that you can do to get the same number somewhere else.” I gave Ryan the wand and the wings and as I walked over to the audience I wondered what Ryan was scheming; no doubt it would be something where I ended up naked; but at that moment it was something that I looked forward to. I went over to one table and stood next to a beefy man. Even before I asked if I could get them some drinks, the man’s hand was sliding up my inner thigh. I spread my legs a bit and started to ask what drinks they wanted but half way through my question the man’s fingers found their way inside me and the rest of my question was incoherent. That sort of thing happened loads of times until this one man’s fingers found my clit. Boy, did he know what a woman wants. As his fingers toyed with my clit I started to cum; and cum. The bastard wasn’t going to stop and I didn’t want him to stop. In the end it proved too much for me and I pulled away from him and asked my question again. As I walked back to the man with a tray of drinks in my hands I looked over to the stage and saw Ryan doing something, I couldn’t see what. After I’d given the drinks to the men I saw that one of the tables in the middle of the room was being cleared and moved to the wall. Standing at another table and getting my pussy fingered again, I saw Ryan and Mike carrying an exercise cycle in. In between gasps I looked closer at the exercise cycle and saw that it was identical to mine; complete with a dildo coming through the saddle. Just as I moved round the table and got groped by another man, I heard the man with the microphone say, “Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see a couple of girly toys have been brought into the room and you can ask any of the girls to use them whenever you like; with one exception. As both toys and the fairy belong to one of Mike’s friends I think that is only fair that Mikes friend choses which toy his girl will use first. Ryan, which toy would you like your fairy to use?” I looked round for Ryan and saw him standing on the stage. “Tanya,” Ryan said, “would you be so kind as to come up onto the stage?” I looked round and saw that everyone was looking at me. Then I looked at Ryan on the stage. I could see him but I couldn’t see what else was there. I started walking and as I got closer to the stage I saw the toy that was there. It was a Sybian. As I climbed onto the stage I looked at Ryan and said, “Is that mine?” Ryan nodded. “Is that my bike as well?” Ryan smiled and nodded. “Oh shit!” I thought as Ryan waved me over to the Sybian. I stepped over it and, to a lot of cheers and rude comments I knelt down and lowered my pussy onto the little dildo. I reached for the control but Ryan grabbed it and switched it on. Then he called for a volunteer. About 10 men started to move forwards, but one man who had been sat at a table near the stage, was stood beside me before I could blink. Ryan gave him the control and said, “Go for it mate.” That man turned the control up to full straight away and I screamed out, more in surprise than in pain. That seemed to please the man, and a few people in the audience. The man turned the control down to about half speed and I realised that this man didn’t understand the concept of a slow build-up. Anyway, because I was very aroused already I soon got into the rhythm and it didn’t take long for me to start cumming. The problem was that the man was stood next to me and as I started cumming he turned the vibe up to full and put a hand on my shoulder. As my first orgasm on the Sybian started to subside the man pressed down on my shoulder and kept the control on full. I didn’t have any choice; I started cumming again, and again, and again. Finally Ryan came over, thanked the man, took the control off him and turned the Sybian off. As I started to come back to the land of the rugby club dinner I realised that the audience was applauding me. The man with the microphone thanked me and announced that the Sybian was now free for anyone to nominate another girl. I climbed off and slowly walked to the front of the stage. Climbing off, I sat on the edge to get my breath back. It was then that I saw 2 more girls from the gym walk through the door to the changing rooms. I suddenly became quite alert as I realised that it was the 2 x 14 year old twins; and they were stark naked. I waved at them and beckoned them over. “What the fuck are you 2 doing here? You’re way too young for this sort of do.” “We read that volunteers were wanted for this and decided to come.” Jude, or was it Kate, said. Then the other twin said, “We’re sorry that we’re late we had trouble getting the right bus; and what’s with the silver paint?” “It’s a long story; do your parents know that you’re here?” I asked. “No,” one of them said, “our dad thinks that we’re on a sleepover and our mum doesn’t live with us.” “Please don’t tell anyone how old we are, we know what happens at rugby club dinners, Ella told us; that’s why we’re here.” “Relax girls; I’ve already promised that I won’t tell anyone your real age and that goes for here as well. If you’re really sure, then get on out there and get some drinks orders. Oh, and don’t be surprised if someone nominates you to ride that (I pointed to the Sybian) or that exercise cycle in the middle.” “We’ve both used the exercise cycles at the gym, but what’s that?” “It’s called a Sybian; you kneel either side of it and lower yourself onto it. It takes care of the rest.” I said. “Sounds like fun.” One of the twins said as the both walked into the audience. I looked down at my pussy and saw that most of the paint on and around it had gone; I guessed that my juices were responsible for that. Then I set off to take some more orders. I passed Ryan who said, “Where did they come from? “Long story, I’ll tell you about it later.” For the next hour or so I got groped dozens of times. By then I’d seen all of the girls riding the Sybian and the bike. I too had been asked to ride the bike and I’d cum – again. Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the twins get on the Sybian; I’d thought that it might have been interesting. Everyone was quite ‘happy’ and I was getting more requests to fuck me; all of which I ignored, but then the man with the microphone announced that he wanted all the girls to come to the front of the stage. When we were all there, the man said, “Wow, they’re breeding, I’m sure we only had 4 naked girls earlier. Bloody hell, we’ve got twins as well. Right girls, perch your cute little butts on the front edge of the stage and lay back.” We did that and he continued, “When 3 of these cute girls arrived they asked if the fucking was going to start straight away. When I told them that there wasn’t going to be any fucking they looked very disappointed and one of them got a big box of condoms out of her bag and asked if I could change the programme. Well, how could I disappoint not one but 3 beautiful girls? So here we are at an unscheduled part of the evening that I’m sure that all of you will enjoy.” As he was saying that I realised that there was going to be a gang bang. I felt my pussy tingle and get very wet, but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t be unfaithful to Ryan. I got up onto my elbows and looked round the room for Ryan. I saw him and he was smiling. When he saw me looking at him he nodded and mouthed ‘do it’. Bloody hell, my boyfriend was giving me permission to get gang banged; and he was going to watch. The tingling in my pussy got stronger; I was looking forward to it. I looked either side of me and saw that all the girls had spread their legs wide and raised them up; effectively giving the audience the best possible view of their pussies. It was then that I realised that I too had done the same, some sort of automatic female reaction to the situation. “So,” the man continued, “here we have 6 beautiful young girls who are ready and willing to let as many of you as want, come up and fuck them. Isn’t that going to be a great climax to the evening? Pun intended. Wait, what’s this?” I could hardly hear that last bit because of all the cheering from the audience, but I looked out into the audience and saw a young woman walking towards the stage. Everyone watched as she climbed up onto the stage and stripped off her quite nice dress revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then she came and sat on the front edge of the stage, lay back and spread and raised her legs; just like the rest of us naked girls. “Wow Emma!” the man with the microphone said, “I assume that Harry’s okay with this?” A male voice from the back of the room shouted, “I sure am Dave. She’s got it and I’m happy to share her with you guys.” I looked towards the voice and saw another girl start walking towards the stage. “You too Angela,” the man said, “I might have known that Pete would send you up to get your share.” “He didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask.” Said Angela as she too stripped (again no underwear) and joined us girls. “Any more of you girls want a share of the action?” The man asked. After a short pause during which I thought of the twins, “Shit, they’re only 14; they shouldn’t be part of this.” I looked at both of them but I needn’t have worried; they both had big grins on their faces and a look of sexual lust. I wondered if they were still virgins. “Right gentlemen, and you ladies out there, if you too want a piece of the action, the condoms are in that box, grab one and pick your cunt.” The room filled with the sound of chairs being pushed back and before I knew it we were surrounded by men that were obviously as horny as I was. Hands reached to my little tits and I felt a cock plunge straight into my pussy. Then I felt the end of a cock touching my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and the cock slipped inside. My hands started reaching out and were soon guided to cocks on either side of me. Fuck, I was in heaven. The cock pounding my pussy made my whole body wobble, not that a skinny girl like me can wobble much; my mouth was sucking a cock and my 2 hands were wanking 2 men. When I left home that evening I was expecting a pleasant evening and a good fuck from Ryan when we got home. It’s amazing how quickly things can change. On and on it went; I have no idea how many men fucked me or shot their load either down my throat or on my face or body. I also lost count of the number of times that I came. I started to notice that there weren’t enough men to fuck me at both ends and as I started to get my breath I looked round and saw that the other girls were having the same problem. Eventually, 8 naked girls were just laid there, totally exhausted. I looked out into the room and saw that most of the audience had left. Ella got to her feet and helped pull the rest of us up. Ryan and Mike came over to us. Ryan was still grinning and he asked me if I was okay. “Hell yes. Thank you so much.” I managed to say. Ryan moved to hug me but I pulled back, “Not with me like this, I need a shower first; can we use the showers in the changing room please Mike?” “Of course, follow me ladies, and thank you so much for the most amazing Christmas dinner that I, we, have ever had.” “You’re welcome.” The twins said in stereo. Mike turned the showers on and us girls went in and just stood there for ages before finally using the soap and some man’s shampoo that we found there. Feeling refreshed, but a bit sore, we dried and got dressed. All the time, Ryan and Mike were sat there watching us. None of us cared. “How are you all getting home? Have you all got lifts organised?” Most of the girls said that they had, and left, leaving lust Ella, the twins and me. “Oh shit,” one of the twins said, “we never thought of that.” “That’s okay,” Ryan said, “we’ll give you a lift; I’ll come back tomorrow for the toys Mike, if that’s okay.” Mike nodded. “Err no, I mean thank you,” the other twin said, “it’s not that, it’s just that we’ve got nowhere to go; our Dad thinks that we’re at a sleepover but we can’t go to Dina’s house at this time of night.” “Just how old are you two?” Both twins looked at Ella and me but we just shrugged our shoulders. “We’re 14, is that a problem?” “Bloody hell, there must be 50 blokes who could get locked-up for what happened tonight.” Ryan said. “Well we’re not going to tell anyone;” one of the twins said, “we enjoyed it too much; what a way to lose your virginity;” the other twin said. “Bloody hell, you two are something else; un-believable.” Ryan said. “I guess that you’d better come home with us and we’ll get you home in the morning. Do you want a lift as well Ella?” “Yes please.” Ryan looked at me and said, “Did you know about this TT?” Ella replied for me, “We knew about their age but not that they were coming here tonight.” We followed Ryan out to the car with him still shaking his head sideways. On the drive home the twins were very talkative. They just couldn’t stop telling us how much they’d enjoyed themselves. We dropped Ella off then at home Ryan got a drink while I made-up the spare bed. When I’d gone upstairs I’d automatically taken my dress off and when I went back downstairs the twins both looked at me and then took their clothes off (not that they were wearing much). “I’m glad that you got undressed Tanya,” one of the twins said, “we don’t wear anything at home either; I hope that you don’t mind.” “Hell no, this is a female clothes free zone.” Ryan said, “It’s nice to see more naked girls here, even if they are under-age.” “You can see us naked anytime that you want Ryan.” One of the twins said. I was tired and told everyone that I was going to bed and I left Ryan to show the twins where they were sleeping. When Ryan joined me, he spooned me with his cock inside me and asked me if I’d enjoyed myself. “Yes; thank you, it’s something that I’ve always fantasised about but never thought would ever happen.” “Yes I know lover; you told me once.” “Did I? I don’t remember.” As we were talking I felt Ryan get harder and then cum. He’d cum inside me without even moving his cock. After a few minutes Ryan said, “What are we going to do about the twins?” “Nothing; they’re happy and they don’t look or sound as if they’re being corrupted by anyone so why should we do anything?” I said. “I guess not,” Ryan said, “and they certainly did look as if they were enjoying themselves, at the gym as well; and what a way to lose your virginity.” “Yeah, and listen to them; they sound as if they’re enjoying each other at the moment.” We went to sleep still listening to the sounds of 2 happy 14 year old girls. When I woke-up and went down stairs, Jenny was sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee with 2 14 year old girls; all were as I expected, naked. “I see that you’ve introduced yourselves.” I said. I got some coffee and we talked about the previous night. The twins were still full of it and kept saying that it was the best possible way to lose their virginity. Jenny was amazed and asked them how they’d managed to hang on to that until they were 18. “We’re only 14.” One of the twins said. “Fucking hell.” Jenny replied. “It’s a good job that I’m not a copper.” Just then Tom appeared, wearing only his boxers. He stopped dead when he saw the twins and asked what was going on. Jenny quickly brought him up to date and all he could say was, “Fucking hell.” Jenny and Tom started getting some breakfast ready and Ryan appeared just as it was ready. After that we all went into the lounge and spent about an hour talking about the twins holiday, our last holiday and the gym. The twins were so jealous when we told them what Ryan had made me do on the beach. One of the twins decided that they’d better phone the friend whose house they were supposed to be at and was told that she’d covered for them when their father had phoned but told them that he was going to pick them up at 12 o’clock. It was already after 11 so they asked about buses from our house. Ryan told them to get dressed and that he’d take them to their friend’s house. I walked out of the house naked and the twins stripped again saying that what was good for me was good for them. In the car one of them asked if they could go to the gym with us and travel in the same state of dress that I did. She said that they wanted to walk into the gym naked as well. After we’d dropped them off, Ryan and I talked a bit about them. I said that they were total exhibitionists. “Like you then.” Ryan said. “No, no, I’m only like that when you get me all worked-up.” “Yeah, right.” Ryan said. “No,” I said, “It’s your fault that I end up naked, not mine.” “Yeah okay, you go on believing that dear.” Back at home Tom asked me if they were really only 14 or if they were winding him up. Ryan shows my tiny tits in public --------------------------------------- Ryan has started getting me to wear one of my new see-thru tops when we go into town on a weekend. Now this isn’t a problem most of the time because the weather isn’t very nice and I wear a jacket when we go there. The problem is that he’s started taking me into coffee shops and fast food places where he gets me to take my jacket off. I usually manage to sit in such a way that my arms cover my tiny tits but there’s times when that’s not possible. I also try to sit facing a wall so that no one can see me. There’s also the times when Ryan has got me very aroused before we’ve left home; or got me to wear one of my remote vibes and he’s got me all worked up. When we go to a coffee shop or fast food place when I’m like that I sit there with my chest thrust forward and my arms at my sides. I also sit facing the main part of the room so that anyone nearby or passing can see my tiny tits and nipples. Sometimes I’m wearing my nipple rings and chains and they too are clearly visible. I’ve had lots of men staring at them and when they do I get even wetter and want Ryan to fuck me as quick as possible. I’ve had a few women stare at me as well. I love it when a miserable bitch calls me a slut or asks me if I have no shame. One woman told me that I should get my mother to buy me a bra. Ryan also gets me to wear the see-thru tops, or a very loose top, when we go out on an evening. There was one evening that we went out for a meal with Doug and Naomi and half way through the meal Doug told me that he loved looking down my top. Naomi told him to stop it but Ryan said that it was okay, that he’d dressed me so that people could see down my top. Doug said that the waitress had been staring at them as well. I of course, blushed; but I did get a little wet rush at Doug’s comments. When we went on to a club Ryan unbuttoned my top and got me to tie the front tails so that most of my chest was exposed. As we danced Ryan pulled the knot undone and my nipples were exposed. I was glad that it was dark in there. My Sybian ------------ This continues to provide me, and Jenny, with a lot of pleasure. Often when I’m daydreaming as I ride it, I remember the rugby club do, and all those people watching me and fucking me. One time I was enjoying myself, I again accidentally knocked the steps away leaving me stranded and getting more and more worked-up and knackered by the second. I couldn’t reach the control and it was Jenny who rescued me, but only after I’d cum 4 times. Jenny had to help me off and she made me promise to go and check on her every 5 minutes if she was alone in the garage. My in-laws visit ------------------- Ryan has started printing and framing lots of photographs of me, naked of course, and putting them up on the walls around the house. In some of the photos I have my legs wide open and in a couple of them I have objects sticking out of my pussy. One of them is of me pleasuring myself on my Sybian and one of me riding my bike. Now that doesn’t bother me normally, but when my mother and father in-law came to visit us for the weekend, we forgot to take them down. It didn’t take my FIL long to spot them and he decided to look at all the photos on display; along with my MIL. As they went around the house I heard quite a few ‘Oh my!’ from my MIL, and when they came back to the sofa my FIL was telling my MIL that we are only young once and that we should enjoy it. He continued saying that they used to get up to some ‘adventurous’ things; the only thing that was different was that technology made it so easy to record everything. They turned to look at me, (I was bright red with embarrassment, and my FIL said; “Don’t worry about it Tanya dear, we used to get up to some real wild things when we were your age; it’s just that we didn’t have the cameras to record them all.” After lunch on the Saturday, Ryan and his Dad were trying to fix something when one of them said that they needed a screwdriver. We keep that sort of thing in the garage and Ryan’s Dad said that he’d go and get it. I thought nothing of it until he came back with a big grin on his face. Then I remembered what else we keep in there. My face went bright red. Ryan’s Dad put his hand on my arm and said, “Think nothing of it love, I’m just pleased that you’re all happy.” Ryan heard that and realised what his Dad had seen. He just grinned then got on with fixing the problem. A bit later Ryan’s Mum announced that Tom and her were going into town to get something for Tom’s uni course. Shortly after they left Ryan asked Jenny and I to give his Dad a demonstration in the garage. My mouth dropped and I said, “Are you serious? Your Dad!” Jenny looked just as shocked as I was. “Come on, let’s go.” Obediently, Jenny and I followed Ryan and his Dad into the garage. “You really want us to do this” Jenny asked. I looked at Ryan and then his Dad; both looked like little kids with a new toy. I then looked at Jenny and saw that she was looking at me. We both slowly lifted our tops off letting out tits see the daylight that was streaming through the window. Looking at each other again we slowly unfastened our skirts and let them drop revealing our bald pussies. We both just stood there wondering if we were both dreaming. “Come on girls.” Ryan said. Jenny was stood next to the Sybian and me the bike so we turned and climbed on. I stood up on the pedals with the dildo just touching my pussy. That was enough to start my juices flowing and when Ryan gestured for me to get on with it I started to lower myself. As I got penetrated I heard the motor in the Sybian start-up. When my butt reached the saddle I slowly started pedalling. I continued slowly, thinking, “What the hell am I doing? This man’s old enough to be my father; hell, he is my father in-law. This isn’t right.” But I kept pedalling. Before long the rights and wrongs went out of my mind and my arousal factor started to go up. Judging by the moans, Jenny’s was as well and shortly after I started to cum, closely followed by Jenny. My pedalling slowed down and the Sybian’s motor slowed. “Excellent girls, now swap over and start again.” My guilt started to come back, but Ryan was insistent. Jenny and I changed places and I switched the Sybian on. Again, it didn’t take long for my guilt to disappear and I was soon up there again, slowly rocking back and forwards so that my clit pressed on the pad. Second orgasm of the afternoon later, I just sat there thinking, “What the hell have I (we) done?” My FIL was the first to speak, “Ladies, that was the most amazing thing that I have ever seen; I just wish that we’d had machines like that when your Mum and I were your age. You both look as though you’ve done something awful, but you haven’t; you’ve both done something natural and wonderful, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact you should be proud of yourselves. You had the courage to done something that millions wouldn’t do.” That little speech took most of my guilt away and I climbed off the Sybian and went and gave my FIL a big hug. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.” He said as Jenny made it a 3-way hug. “I wish I had my camera.” Ryan said. “You’ve already taken some excellent photographs son.” We all laughed and went back into the house. It was only when Ryan saw Tom and his Mum walking towards the house that Jenny and I ran to the garage to put our clothes on. By the time that my in-laws left my only regret was that I’d had to wear clothes for most of the weekend.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 8 Brad Thompson sat in his car and glanced over at the young girl. It was Wednesday and she had only been with them for three days. He felt like things were happening too fast, but he had to admit she seemed to be handling everything in stride and still maintaining her innocence. He was adamant that he wanted her to remain a princess. Sluts, even teenage ones did not have the appeal of princesses, at least with the men he had to interact with. She was looking out the window, her white dress pulled up to show most of her thighs. Her thighs were so nice, he felt his cock lurch just from looking at them. He knew a lot of men in the warehouse enjoyed looking at them today as well. He thought of everything that had happened in the last three days. She had sat in his backyard topless while she talked to her dad on the phone; she had allowed Jenkins to paw her legs and ass and they landed the exclusive contract. Katie also went down on the girl in a dressing room, that worried him a little, but she seemed to be more curious than freaked out. So far, so good. Sweetie, thank you again for today. He said and she turned to look at him. Youre welcome. She said. Can you help me again tomorrow? He asked. Sure. What time? I have practice again; we have another big meet this weekend. She said. The meeting is at 5 again, can you make that? He said. Yeah, Aaron might have to pick me up at school, it was a little tight today. She said. He can do that, no problem. He said. Thanks, that will make it easier. She said. He shook his head; she was so mature and yet she was just a kid. He tried to drive and not think of her, impossible. They walked in the door and Katie was walking out of the kitchen. She was wearing her bikini top and some loose white shorts. She was barefoot and Brad thought she was a vision, even with her hair a mess. She smiled at them and Madison walked up to her and hugged her. Katie looked down at the girl and wrapped her arms around her. Madison enjoyed the feeling of the soft boobs wrapping around her head. I see you are wearing your cute white dress; how did it go with Jenkins? Katie said and held onto the girl. Madison helped us land a 3-year exclusive contract with Jenkins Enterprises today. Brad said. Three years? I thought you couldnt even get him to sign for two. Katie said. Yep, but one look at Madison and he agreed to 3 years, it was all her. Brad said. Madison pulled away from the soft boobs and looked at Katie. She looked like she was really proud of her. Her face was the same as daddys when she brought home a good grade. Wow, good job girl, you are quite the salesman. Katie said and rubbed her head. Thank you, it was nothing, I will be here all week. Madison said and bowed. Brad and Katie burst out laughing and Madison joined them. It felt good to her to laugh, she was happy that daddy had such a cool boss, and happy that she was helping as well. How about we order pizza to celebrate. I have been in the mood for pizza all week. Katie said. Yes! Can we order wings too? Hot ones? I love them. Madison said, very excited. Certainly, anything for our little salesman. We can eat by the pool. You run up and change into your suit and meet me by the water. Katie said and Madison was off like a shot. They watched her run up the stairs and they looked at each other. Three years? Katie said. Yep, the old fucker lost his mind. He was rubbing on her legs and ass and he agreed to anything I said. Brad said. Just as you thought. Katie said. Yep, and we will try to get Johnson Corp signed off tomorrow. They have that hotshot young lawyer, but old Mr. Johnson still calls the shots eventually and he is a flaming pervert. He even talked to me about how hot his grand-daughter was when we were at his Christmas party. Brad said. I remember that, she was cute, about as old as Madison. She said. Yep. Brad said and smiled. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her deep and hard and grabbed the back of her head. He was so worked up watching the little princess work he felt like he was going to explode. Now she was changing into a bikini. Fuck. Someone is feeling frisky today. Little one driving you nuts? Katie said, smiling. I may need to fuck someone senseless tonight. He said and kissed her forehead. Pick me, pick me. She said and turned to walk towards the sliding door. She wiggled her ass at him and pulled her shorts down. She let them slide slowly down her legs and he saw her pink bikini bottoms. She flipped the shorts up in the air with her foot and opened the door. See you at the pool, big boy. Bring the lotion, the sun is hot today. She said and slid out of the door. He rubbed his cock and turned to start up the stairs to get changed. He saw Madison coming down the stairs in her yellow bikini. Yep, hotter every time he sees her. Hey, Mr. Thompson, you coming out? She said and hopped off the last step. He loved the way her young boobs bounced as she landed. Yep, sweetie, heading up to get changed. He said. Yay, I love eating outside, it reminds me of camping. She said and walked past him. He watched her young body move in the small suit, not much imagination needed. Her little ass was framed perfectly in the yellow material. He walked up the stairs and wondered what that pretty face would look like with his cum dripping off of it. Madison walked up to the pool and saw Katie in the water. Come on in sweetie, the water is great. She said and Madison ran and jumped high and landed with a splash. She came up and pushed her long hair off her face. Katie was smiling at her. She swam over and Katie hugged her. It almost felt like when they hugged in the shower, there was not much clothing between their bodies. I am so happy we hired your daddy. I love having you here. Katie said. Madison felt her heart get lighter and then Katie kissed her. The kiss was soft, then she felt Katies tongue wrap itself around hers and her body felt warm. Katie kissed her for at least 30 seconds and then pulled back slowly. Madison felt her lips even after she pulled away. Do you like it when I do that? Katie said. Oh, yes. I love it. I have never kissed anyone, much less another girl. It is very nice. Madison said. You mean you and Sam have never kissed? Katie said. Not yet. Madison said and smiled. Katie chuckled. You naughty little girl, are you going to kiss your best friend the next chance you get? Katie said. Yep. Madison said and Katie kissed her again softly. They broke the kiss and then hung their arms over the edge of the pool. Katie, how many girls have you kissed? Madison said. Oh Jesus, a ton. I have been kissing girls since I was your age. I did it the first time with my best friend when we were sleeping over at her house. It was great, she had done it before. Actually, I kissed a girl before I kissed a boy. Katie said. How many boys have you kissed? Madison said. Now that number is not even possible to count. I got these boobs when I was 16 and boys have been trying to kiss me ever since. Most of my dates in high school ended with the boy kissing me and then playing with these. Katie said and pushed up one of her boobs. Madison giggled. No boy has ever tried to kiss me. Madison said. That proves that boys are stupid, but that is actually good, you dont want that to happen too fast. You need to understand more about yourself before you start trying to figure out boys. Katie said. But you and Mr. Thompson kissed me. Was that too fast? Madison said. Nope, Mr. Thompson and I are exempt from the rules, our kisses dont count. Katie said and smiled. Good, I dont want to have to worry about keeping track of them. Madison said with a serious face and then broke into a laugh. She pushed away from Katie and then splashed water in her face. Katie jumped at her and she swam away quickly, Katie chasing her. Brad walked out to the pool and saw his girls splashing and playing in the pool. Katie looked like a teenager again. He remembered her as a teenager. She was a knockout when she was 17 and working in that restaurant. The first time he saw her he made himself a promise he would at least sleep with her. Marrying her was a bonus. He saw her grab Madison and toss the young girl in the air. He saw a flash of yellow material, tan skin, and dark hair fly in a whirlwind and then a huge splash. He watched them wrestle for another 10 minutes and then he saw Aaron walk up with the pizza. He walked over to the edge of the pool and waited for a break in the action. He saw Madison pop up and take a deep breath and Katie looked like she was going to pounce again. Food is here, ladies. He said and they looked at him. Yay, I am starving. Madison said and started to swim toward the steps. He got to his lounge just in time to see Madison walk out of the pool. Her tight body shiny with the water and the water dripping off her chest and face. It was a beautiful sight and he wished he had his camera. Then he saw Katie step out and his cock almost popped out of his suit. She was also shiny, and she had bigger body parts for water to drip off of. He saw them grab towels off the shelf and start to dry those wonderful bodies. Aaron set up the table and then walked back to the deck. He stood near the door. Madison watched him walk away. She looked at the table and it was set up perfect, the pizza looked great, and the wings smelled amazing. She picked up a plate and then looked over at Aaron. She put her plate down and walked up to the deck and stood in front of him. He looked so huge up this close, and she felt really small. She also felt very white as she stared at his dark skin. She held out her hand and he took it. She was amazed at how cool it looked to see her little white hand in the large black one. She squeezed his hand and turned back towards the pool. She looked back at him and he looked confused. Come, eat with us. She said and she saw a small smile break on his face. She pulled him down to the table and he sat in a chair. Katie handed him a plate and Madison picked up her plate and sat next to him. They ate all of the pizza and most of the wings and laughed a lot. Madison looked around and felt very happy with her extra little family. Katie took Madisons hand and walked her over to the lounges. They sat right next to each other and Katie leaned back, letting the sun heat up her pretty skin. Madison did the same and it felt great. She thought life could not get much better. She felt movement and she looked over to see Katie pulling off her top. Her breasts were so nice. Madison hoped hers would look close to that when they got bigger. She saw Katie looking at her, more grownup stuff. Madison took a deep breath and untied her top. She dropped it between the lounges with Katies and leaned back. She closed her eyes, the sun felt good on her chest. She wondered if Mr. Thompson and Aaron were looking. They were sitting about 10 feet away; she knew they were looking. She felt so different, she never thought even a week ago that she would feel so comfortable sitting topless with two older men looking at her boobs. Well, they had already seen them so no biggie. Brad looked at Aaron and they both looked back at the lovely sight. Two beautiful girls, topless and laying 10 feet away. Life was good. Brad saw Aaron rubbing his crotch, and he felt his pain. These girls were keeping him constantly hard; he was surprised he could think straight with all the blood that was flowing to his crotch. Brad, can you help? He heard Katies voice and looked over to see her holding up the bottle of sunscreen. He looked back at Aaron and they both smiled at such a stupid question. Brad walked over and sat on the edge of her lounge. He took the bottle and squirted it in his hand. He then proceeded to spread it over her pretty feet and calves. He loved her feet, they were perfect, and he had seen them with his cum running all over them, he loved that and surprisingly so did she. He felt his poor cock push against his suit as that image crossed his brain. He ran his hands up her legs, spreading the lotion everywhere. His fingers came just to the edge of her bottoms and he saw her hips move slightly, he could almost smell her excitement. He ran his fingers over her tight stomach. He got some more lotion and then made sure her breasts were fully protected from the sun. He saw her nipples stiffen as he rubbed lotion over them. He finished with her shoulders and arms and then sat back. She looked up at him and smiled. Thank you, now do her. Katie said and she chuckled at his surprised face. Sweetheart, are you ok with Mr. Thompson putting sunscreen on you, so you dont burn? Katie said to Madison. Brad saw Madison look at Katie and then at him. Yes. She said in a little voice and his cock almost exploded. Katie and Madison both giggled as they saw how uncomfortable he was. He moved to Madisons lounge and started with her feet. They were small but perfectly formed. He had never touched them, so he took his time with all the toes and made sure her feet were completely coated with lotion. He loved the feel of her feet and he looked up to see her eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady. He watched her boobs move as she breathed. He worked his way up the young legs, taking his time as he explored her little body. Her legs were incredible, no wonder Jenkins signed away three years. He worked up to the strong thighs and ran his hands all around them. The skin on her inner thighs was soft and warm he thought he may have never felt anything nicer. He tried to not venture too close to the edge of her bottoms. He was enjoying this exploration too much to alarm her. He touched the tight belly and then ran his hands up between her chest and around the blossoming boobs. They were even prettier up close; they were big for her age and they stood up off her chest. They were not nearly as large as Katies as he glanced over but on such a small frame, they were incredible. The nipples were small and pink and fit her as well. He put more lotion into his hands and then slowly made sure those perfect breasts would not get burnt. He watched her face closely as he massaged her breasts, her eyes stayed closed, and she was smiling. He felt the nipples stiffen as he ran his hands over them. That was a beautiful sight. He ran his hands up to her shoulders and her pretty neck and then over her arms. He sat up and looked at the perfect little body and then he stood up, his poor cock making it hard to stand. He walked over to the table and Aaron was smirking. He flipped him off and Aaron burst out laughing. The girls looked over and then looked at each other. Madison felt so calm and relaxed, his hands were so nice and warm and everywhere he had touched her she felt a tingle. He is good at that, huh? Katie whispered. Oh yes. Madison said. You know what else he is good at? Katie whispered again. She licked her lips and smiled. Madison looked at her and felt herself blush, but she felt a definite tingle between her legs. It was all she could do to not reach down and touch herself. You are so naughty. Madison whispered. Yep. Katie said and closed her eyes. Aaron finished cleaning up the table and then started to walk away. Aaron. Mr. Thompson spoke, and Aaron turned to look at him. Someone wants you down here with us and I am thinking you better obey her wishes or she may come over here and kick your ass. Brad said and motioned to the chair. Are you sure, sir? Aaron said. That she can kick your ass, absolutely. Now sit down before I tell her you are not following her directions. Brad said and Aaron sat. They both looked at the beautiful scene in front of them and tried to burn it into their respective memories. Brad felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and saw it was Henry. Hey bud, how is training going? Brad said. Great, I am almost saturated, but I am taking good notes. There is a lot. Henry said. Yeah, it is a lot, but you hang in there. We will also work with you when you get back. You will have a lot of help. Brad said and remembered Madison helping as Jenkins ran his hand over her little ass. Is Madison around, I miss her terribly. Henry said. Yeah, her and Katie went swimming, then we ate pizza by the pool, and now they are both sunbathing. Brad said. She must be really happy; those are three of her favorite things. Henry said. I think she is, but she does miss you. Actually, she is sleeping right now. She looks very peaceful. Brad said and watched her boobs move as she took slow deep breaths. Ok, dont wake her up. Have her call me a little later. I am going out to go catch a bite. Henry said. Will do, I will have her call you before she goes to bed. Brad said. Perfect and thank you guys so much for taking care of her. It means a lot. Henry said. Our pleasure, Henry. She is a wonderful kid; you did a great job. Brad said. Thanks, she definitely is. She has a meet this Saturday, right? Henry said. Yeah, I think she mentioned it, she said practice has been tough this week. Brad said. Yeah, I feel horrible, I have never missed any of her meets. Can you make sure someone is there to watch her? Henry said. Absolutely, I am sure Katie at least will insist on being there. Brad said. Thanks again, Mr. Thompson, you guys are going above and beyond with Madison and I truly appreciate it. Henry said. You are welcome. Brad said. Ok, I will talk to you later. Henry said. Bye Henry. Brad said and hung up. Dont you find it incredibly hot that you are talking to her daddy when she is laying 10 feet away looking like that? Aaron said. Yes, but you should have seen it Monday, she was talking to him herself and looking just like that. Brad said. Oh fuck, that is hot. How are you and the Mrs. able to be around that all the time? Aaron said. Lots of great sex, and lots of frustration. Brad said. Tell me about it, I nailed Bridget last night and almost drove her through the mattress. All I could see in my head were those fine little legs and those fucking blue panties. Aaron said. Brad laughed and heard Katies voice. He looked over to see that she and Madison had turned over on their stomachs and she was holding out the bottle of sunscreen. He cracked his knuckles and stood up. A mans work is never done. Brad said and Aaron chuckled and looked at Madisons tight ass in that yellow suit. Brad took the bottle and sat on the lounge. Katies perfect ass was right there and all he wanted to do was lift it up and fuck her right here. He took a deep breath and started rubbing on her pretty feet again. You got those already. Katie said. Never can be too careful baby. He said. Katie knew he loved her feet and she loved that he did. She actually had an orgasm when he came on her feet. She loved it when he did that, another reason they were perfect for each other. She would probably cum herself the first time he came on Madisons little feet. She felt her pussy spasm at the mere thought of that. She felt his warm fingers protecting her inner thighs from sunburn. Brad rubbed lotion into her thighs and then slid his hands under her suit and spread it on her wonderful ass. He heard her moan a little and move when he did that. He finished by rubbing her smooth back and shoulders. Madison watched Mr. Thompson rub lotion all over Katie and she thought it was incredibly hot. She watched him slide under her bottoms and over her thighs. She had loved it when he rubbed her thighs before. She saw him finish and she grabbed the bottle of lotion. He stood and looked at her, but she knew what she wanted to do. She was hoping Katie and Mr. Thompson would approve. She pulled herself up on her arms, looked over to the table, and held out the bottle. Aaron? She said in a small voice, hoping she wasnt going to embarrass herself. Aaron felt the blood drain from his face, and he looked at Mr. Thompson. He was no help, his face looked just like his. He noticed movement and he saw Katie push herself up and nod her head. He looked at Madison and she looked so cute with her little boobs hanging down as she held herself up. She actually looked a little scared. He stood and started to walk over, and she smiled. He took the bottle from her and she laid down and closed her eyes. Brad and Katie looked at each other and knew they were going to shake the walls tonight when they fucked. They both felt flushed, and Brad actually put his hands in his shorts and tried to arrange his rock-hard cock. They watched Aaron start to rub on her little feet. Katie reached under herself and found her clit. Aaron ran his fingers through the little toes and all over her cute feet. He loved the feel of her calves, you could tell she was a runner. Her thighs were also magical, he had been looking at them all week and to now be able to touch them and rub his hands all over them was a dream come true. He felt her move her legs slightly as he got to her inner thighs. She moved her legs apart a little. He grabbed her thigh and rubbed on it with both hands. It was fucking amazing. He put it down and then rubbed lotion all over the other one. He picked up the bottle and squirted more lotion and looked at her tight ass. He took a deep breath and started on her hips. He rubbed on them and then slid his hands under her suit. He watched her closely and she did not react. He rubbed on the wonderful little ass and almost came in his pants. He made very sure her butt would not burn and then spread lotion over her strong back. He could feel the muscles in her legs and back, he loved athletic girls. He finished with her shoulders and then leaned back. Katie and Mr. Thompson were watching him, and both of their faces looked flushed. He stood up and then he felt his cock pushing against his pants. Katie looked up and smiled. Thank you, Aaron, that was great. He heard the small voice. You are welcome, Miss Madison. Aaron answered in routine. Mr. Thompson, I have to go get the car gassed and washed for tomorrow. Aaron said. Sure Aaron, we will see you in the morning. Brad said. They both knew that what Aaron really meant was I have to get out of here before I spray cum all over everyone. They smiled at each other and Aaron walked away. Brad sat down on the lounge. Katie saw Madison turn her head and look at her. She could see her excitement in her pretty eyes. Did that feel good, sweetie? Katie said. Oh yes, his hands were so warm. Madison said. It was sweet of you to ask him; I know he enjoyed it. Katie said. Do you think so? I felt bad, he is always standing over there by himself. I thought he should be with us; I feel like he is all the other times. Madison said. You are absolutely right, sometimes we forget about him. He is so good at his job and staying silent and invisible. Katie said. No one is invisible. Madison said and Katie smiled at the depth of compassion in this little one. So, do you want to try what we talked about? Katie said and motioned to Brad. I dont know. I feel funny asking. Madison said. Dont worry sweetie, I will do the asking, you just tell me if you want me to. Katie said. I want you to. Madison said in a small voice, hoping again she would not regret this choice. Brad honey. Do you remember what I did to Madison at the mall yesterday? Katie said. Yes? Brad said in a tentative voice. Well, I told her you were ok at that as well and she would like you to show her. Katie said and she thought Brad might pass out. Madison pushed herself up and looked at Mr. Thompson. She saw how excited he was, and it made her feel good that he wanted to do it. She turned over and looked at him. Are you sure, sweetie? Brad said and she nodded. He scooted down on his knees and put his hands on her thighs. He pulled her closer and put his hands on her hips. She shivered as his fingers touched the tie strings on the side of her suit. He pulled the right one slowly and she felt like she was vibrating. She felt the suit loosen. He pulled the string on the other side and she felt it give way. He slowly pulled her suit towards him and dropped it between her open legs. He was looking down at a perfect little pussy. It was smooth and looked pristine. He leaned over and kissed her inner thigh. He sucked it a little and she moaned. He looked up and her eyes were closed. He saw her left arm hanging onto the lounge and her right hand was squeezing Katies hand. Her chest was rising and falling faster, and he kissed and sucked her other thigh. She groaned and spread her legs even more. He lowered his head and kissed her pussy gently. Madison felt the electricity ripping through her small body as he kissed and sucked on her thighs, then she saw sparks fly as he kissed her pussy. Now he was running his finger all around and softly touching her pussy. He ran his finger gently over her sensitive smooth skin, she groaned and felt a spasm. She squeezed Katies hand harder. Brad felt her body spasm when he ran his finger over the smooth young pussy. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the same path. She opened her mouth and a small squeal escaped. He loved the look of passion on someone so young, it was exhilarating. He slipped his tongue between the soft lips and tasted her for the first time. Katie was right, sweet like candy. He ran his tongue up the soft inside and felt her wetness. He saw her little clit pop up and he circled it with his tongue. He saw it pulsing with her heartbeat. Madisons young brain was struggling to process what she was feeling. It was like pleasure overload. She felt like her body was vibrating and she could not breathe fast enough to keep up with her heart. She felt his hands on her inner thighs, holding her open and his wonderful tongue taking a tour of her pussy. She moved her left hand off the lounge and put it on his head. She tried not to pull him inside her, so she ran her fingers through his hair. Brad felt her hand on his head, and he flicked his tongue gently across her clit. Her body lurched up and he saw her upper body move off the lounge, her boobs sticking straight up in the air. He moved his hands up and held her breasts. He could feel the stiff nipples in his palms. She gasped and her eyes flew open. He ran his tongue over her sensitive clit and her head fell back and her eyes closed. He squeezed her breasts and ran his tongue through her soft insides. Madison felt his hands on her breasts, and she got scared. No one had ever touched them like he was touching them now. Suddenly she wondered if this was right? Was she old enough for this? Her young mind was a blur of images and thoughts and then she felt him run his tongue over her sensitive spot and everything in her body screamed yes, in addition to her mouth as she uttered the word. She felt her body completely relax and open itself to him. His tongue was controlling her now and she loved it. Katie was so right. Brad licked up her sweet juices and he could not remember the last virgin he had tasted but no one had ever tasted this sweet. This girl was something special. He moved through her pussy and ran his fingers over her small nipples. He felt like she was on the verge, he kept her there for a couple of seconds and then he kissed her clit and sucked it gently. He felt her explode and he grabbed her hips quickly and held on. She convulsed hard and he felt the power of her little body. Both of her hands were on his head, pulling him to her. He sucked the small clit and she convulsed again. Katie watched the young girl cum hard, and she was amazed. She had experienced it from between those wonderful legs but now she was seeing from the outside and it was incredible. The strong little body was shaking, and Brad was trying to hold on. She saw the little mouth opening and small sounds escaping. Her boobs were bouncing around as she flopped on the lounge. She saw Brad move his tongue and she exploded again. Katie tried to burn this image into her head. Her husband trying to hold onto a little girl as she was ripping through orgasms. She saw her wrap her legs around Brad and grab his head with both hands. Brad held on as she shook and vibrated. She was not convulsing anymore but she was experiencing aftershocks where she would gasp and tense up. He was trying very hard not to drown between her legs, but she was really strong. He felt her lessen her grip on his head and then relax her legs. He pulled his head up and took a deep breath. He heard Katie giggle. Madison tried to breathe as her body was shaking out of control. She let go of his head, checking to make sure she had none of his hair in her fingers. She relaxed her legs and let them fall open around him. She looked at him and his face was shiny, but he had a huge smile. He looked really cute. She saw him sit back on his legs and look at her. Brad loved the look of girls after they had huge orgasms, and this was definitely a pretty sight. Her face was flushed red as well as her neck. Her breasts were shining with sweat, and her breathing was starting to slow down. He looked down and her legs were wide open. Her little pussy was open and glistening. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. He groaned as he felt his cock, it was now actually painful. He stood and Katie saw his shorts. She sat up and pulled him over. She pulled his shorts down and swallowed his cock. She could feel it pulsing and she knew he was close. She reached under and caressed his balls and he exploded in her mouth. She felt it hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. He blasted three more massive loads and she took them like a trooper. This was her specialty and she swallowed everything without an issue. She felt his cock soften and he took a deep breath. She pulled back and let it slip out of her mouth. She pulled up his shorts and he walked over and sat down. Katie looked at Madison and her face was priceless. She was staring, she had pulled her legs back together and was rubbing her tight stomach. What was that? Madison whispered. That is a lesson for later, I promise we will talk about it. How was he? Katie said. Oh my God, you guys are incredible. That was really nice, how do you not do that all the time? Madison said and Katie giggled. Thats a thought, but I think Brad would get pretty tired. Katie said. Yeah, I guess so, but I have never felt anything like that. Madison said. So, was he better than me? Katie said, Madison recognized the trick question and thought for a second. I will have to do more research. Madison said and smiled. Good answer. How do you feel? Katie said. Exhausted and a little washed out. Madison said. I guess so, that was incredible to watch. Katie said and rubbed her own pussy. Madison looked at her hand. Yeah, that got me a little worked up. Katie said and Madison had a thought that came out of her mouth before it crossed her brain. Do you want me to do it to you? Madison said and Katie knew she had never heard anything so cute. Are you sure? Katie said. It only seems fair; you are excited, and he doesnt look to be in very good shape. Madison said and they both looked at Brad slumped in his chair. Ok, but you dont have to. Katie said. I know, but I want to. You will have to help me, obviously I have never done it before. Madison said. Ok, come over here before I change my mind. Katie said. Madison scooted over to her lounge and Katie pulled off her bottoms and spread her legs. Madison looked at her and she looked so beautiful. Her breasts were absolutely perfect, her legs were amazing, but her pussy looked incredible. It was smooth and open slightly; Madison could see some pink. She looked up at Katie. Ready? Katie asked and Madison nodded. Ok, put your hands on my legs. Katie said and Madison put her hands on Katies thighs, trying to put them where Mr. Thompson had put his on her own thighs a little while ago. Good, when you start you can hold them open. Once you start let them go wherever they want. No place is wrong. Katie said and Madison remembered Mr. Thompson putting his hands on her boobs, it surprised her at the time, but it felt great. Now lean over and you can start with your mouth or your fingers, again, no wrong answer. Touch all around and do what you like done to you. Katie said and leaned back. Katie looked at the young girl between her legs. Her face looked to be in deep concentration and her little boobs were hanging there as she prepared to dive into her pussy. She would have to try and not cum before she even touched her. She felt the warm breath on her pussy and then a warm little tongue touched her thigh. God, help her. She put her hand on the pretty head between her legs and took a deep breath. Katie felt her lick the inside of both of her thighs and then run her tongue over her skin and into her pussy. Fuck, she was good at this already. She felt the tongue run up and down the inside of her pussy and Katie jumped. Madison looked up. Keep going sweetie, you are doing great. Katie whispered. Katie felt the warm little tongue work its way through her pussy again and circled her clit. How did she know how to do that? She felt her kiss her clit and then her little hands moved up and grabbed her breasts. Katie jumped again and groaned. Fuck this girl, holy shit! The little tongue wrapped around her clit gently and then moved down through her pussy again. She felt it lapping up her juices and then it moved back up slowly. She felt herself on the edge. Her nipples were hard as rocks under the little hands. She felt the small fingers grab her nipples and squeeze. Katie felt like she was looking over the ledge of a huge canyon and there was an invisible force holding her from falling. Her body was vibrating, ready to jump. Her heart was racing, and she was now holding the pretty head with both hands. The little tongue moved slowly through the inside of her pussy again and then she felt the soft lips grab her clit. The tongue moved around her clit as the lips held it and then she felt suction, and she was pushed hard off the cliff. Fuck! She heard her voice ring through the backyard, and she exploded in a wonderful orgasm. The little tongue was lapping at her clit as she shook and convulsed. She realized she had handfuls of hair and she tried hard not to pull. Her body was shaking but the tongue kept going and the girl was hanging onto her boobs as pleasure ripped through her. Slowly she felt her heart slow down and she stopped shaking. Two more aftershocks and then she let go of the pretty head. She saw the girl pull her head up and she saw a wonderful sight, an incredibly cute face with her pussy juice all over it. She smiled and opened her arms. The girl climbed up and Katie wrapped her arms around her and held her. Was it ok? Madison whispered. Oh, sweetheart, you were amazing as usual. You are really good at that already. Katie said. Really? You are not just being nice? Madison asked. Really. That was very good, Sam is going to love that. Katie said and Madison jerked her head up and looked at her. They both started laughing, Madison put her head down on Katies soft chest and closed her eyes. Her young mind was working hard to come to terms with everything that was happening to her. She was lying naked in a backyard on top of another girl. She was pretty sure most people would look at her and start to wonder. What would Mr. Jones think? She smiled when she figured he would most likely like it very much. She remembered his face again when she kissed him, he was funny. What would the silly boys from school think of her? They would probably be jealous because she was hugging Katie. She felt Katies breasts pressed against hers, she loved that feeling. Katie rubbed her hands over the strong back and the tight ass. She loved the way this girls body felt. Young and soft but strong. She thought of what they just did, and she hoped they had not gone too far too fast with her. She remembered the little tongue between her legs, and she wondered how she was so good at that already. She had to practice a lot before she got that good. Brad watched his cum shoot out over the pool deck. His poor cock was now hanging limp in his hand. He had just watched the best porn he had ever seen. A fucking adorable girl eating out his sexpot of a wife. Luckily for him and Katie as well, he had the where with all to grab his phone and capture that scene for posterity. It was fucking hot, and he was pretty sure he had never seen anything hotter even in a movie. He shoved his sore cock back into his shorts. Hey, little one, I think we should get up and get in the pool. You game? Katie whispered. Sure. She heard the soft little voice and she wondered if she had been falling asleep. Madison slid off of Katies body and stood next to the lounge. Katie stood and grabbed her hand. She walked over to the side of the pool and pushed her in. She heard a quick squeal and then a pretty head pop out of the water with dark hair all over her face. Katie jumped in and made a huge splash. She grabbed the girl from behind and felt her strong young body. She grabbed her head and dunked her again. She saw the girl scramble away; she loved the look of her legs as she swam away. Madison made it to the side and looked back at Katie. What was that? Madison said. It just looked like your head needed a rinsing. In fact, it still looks dirty. Katie said and started to move towards the girl. Katie heard her squeal again and start to swim away. She followed her and watched her scramble up the steps and sit on the side of the pool. Katie swam up to her and grabbed her calves. We should probably take a shower and get ready for bed. Shit, did you have any homework? Katie said and Madison giggled. Hell of a time to think of that. Madison answered and smiled. Young lady, language? Katie said. Sorry Mom. Madison answered and suddenly realized what she said. No, I didnt have any tonight. I am all caught up. She said quickly. Katie held onto the young calves and looked at the little girl sitting naked on the side of her pool. Mom? Yeah, she had not really been acting very much like a Mom the last few hours. Good, you may have to remind us, we have never had to think of that. Katie said. No worries. Do you think we should put our clothes back on? Madison said, suddenly realizing she was just sitting there naked in their backyard. I dont know, I kind of like it. If feels free and you are so pretty to look at, it would be ashamed to cover any of that up. Katie said and pulled herself up and kissed the girl softly on the lips. Madison loved the feel of Katies lips, she figured she just liked the feel of Katie now that she thought about it. She broke the kiss and looked at the pretty girl, water dripping off her perfect face. You are so naughty, I think you are corrupting me, I may forget one day and go to school naked. Madison said. Well, you would be really popular. Katie said and smiled. Madison leaned back and put her hands on the pool deck and thought of what would happen if she did go to school naked. What would her teachers think? The guy teachers would definitely love it, now that she thought of it the lady teachers might like it as well. She smiled as she let her imagination run wild. Katie rubbed herself under the water as she looked at the young girl leaning back. God, she was gorgeous. Those boobs looked perfect sitting atop her chest and that little tummy was precious. She also loved her long dark hair as it hung from her head, dripping water still. She ran her hands up the soft legs and then moved between her legs. She kissed a stiff little nipple and Madisons eyes snapped open. She watched the pretty girl lick and suck on her nipple. She felt the electricity start to rip through her young body again. Katie could not stop touching and kissing the young girl, she was like a drug and she just wanted more and more. She kissed the other nipple and then started to kiss down the tight body. She felt Madison shiver and then lay back on the pool deck. She felt the hands on her head, and she continued to kiss down towards the promised land. Madison was in ecstasy again; Katie was so good at firing her up. She felt like she could do this forever. Could someone actually do this forever? Her thoughts were jumbled as Katies mouth worked its magic down her body. She gasped as Katie kissed between her legs. She absolutely loved this feeling. She squeezed the girls head and pulled it into her. She felt the warm tongue slide up into her again. It was indeed magical as it slid all around her sensitive young pussy. She wrapped her legs around Katie and held on. Katie loved her taste and tried to get deep to get the sweetest nectar. She felt the girls juices on her face as she dove deeper. She pulled back and flicked her tongue over the little clit. The girl gasped and her upper body lifted off the pool deck. Katie sucked on the small bud and then bit it gently. She heard a small scream and then the young body stared to shake. Katie held onto the powerful hips and rode out another teen orgasm. Brad held the phone again as he rubbed his sore cock. This was too fast, he thought. He needed her to stay young, if Katie stayed between her legs too long, he would lose her. She would think of nothing but Katies mouth and he would lose his princess. In the meantime, this was so fucking hot as he recorded another orgasm. Madison shivered one last time and then her body seemed to shut down. Long day at school, hard track practice, multiple orgasms and she was done. She felt her mind stop and she felt herself drop into a deep sleep. Her arms slipped off Katies head and landed on the pool deck. Katie felt the young legs relax and fall open around her. She pulled back and made sure her chest was still moving. She looked over at Brad. Well, now you broke her. He said and smiled. Sorry. She said in a cute voice and laid her head on the young girls stomach. Brad got up and walked over. He leaned over and pushed some hair off of the young face. Her eyes were still closed, and her chest was moving slowly with her breathing. He touched Katie and rubbed her head. We have to get her to bed. Brad said softly. I know. Katie said, still laying across her stomach. Katie pulled herself slowly off the small body. Brad slid his hands under the girl and lifted her easily. She was so light. Her head leaned against his body. Her arms flopped down, and her legs hung limply in his arms. He started walking carefully towards the house. He felt her move a little and her head was now against his chest and her arms were folded over her chest. He brought her to her bedroom and Katie put a towel on the bed. He put her on the towel, and he saw her eyes flicker open. He felt Katie walk behind him as he started to dry her off. He saw Katie open a drawer and pull out a pair of small white panties. She threw them to him. He slipped them over her cute feet and slid them up the powerful young legs. They fit her snugly. He turned and Katie was holding her night shirt. They put it over her head, and she slid her arms through. Thank you, Mr. Thompson, I am so tired. Madison said. You had a long day sweetie. Brad said. Yeah, I did. Did daddy call? She said. Yes, he did. You were sleeping. Why dont you call him before you go to sleep? He said and held out his phone. Thanks. She said and took the phone. Ok, we will see you in the morning. Brad said and leaned over and kissed her gently. He walked out and Katie sat down beside her. Madison felt her push some hair behind her ear. You are so precious. Did you have a good time today? Katie said. Oh yes, it was wonderful. Thank you for letting me stay here. Madison said. Baby girl, it is literally our pleasure. Good night sweetie. Katie said and kissed the girl. Madison felt Katies lips leave hers slowly and she looked up at the pretty girl. She felt like she would need those kisses for the rest of her life. She had only known about them for a couple of days but now she didnt know what she would do if they stopped. Katie stood and walked out. Madison dialed her daddys number and he answered on the first ring. Mr. Thompson? She heard her daddys voice. No, daddy, its me. She said. Madison, sweetheart, I miss you so much. Henry said. I miss you too daddy. How many more days? She asked. Six more baby, I am coming home late next Tuesday night. Henry said. Thats a lot. She said. I know but it will be here before you know it. What did you do today? He said. School was same ole, track practice was really hard. We had pizza and wings by the pool, and Katie and I swam a little. She said, leaving out a few things. That sounds fun. You keep focusing on the fun and I will be back before you know it. He said. Daddy, you wont be able to be at the meet on Saturday. You have never missed one before. She said and he heard her voice crack and his heart broke. Honey, you know I would be there if I could, I am so sorry. Brad said Katie would be there for sure. He said. Yeah, that will be good. She said and he could hear the sadness, he took a deep breath. Baby, you need to go to sleep, you need your beauty sleep. You wouldnt want to turn into a troll. He said and she giggled. His heart felt much better hearing that laugh. Would you love me even if I was a troll? She said. Absolutely, but I would have to lock you in the basement. He said, more laughing. There is my girl, I love you baby. I will see you very soon. Stay strong. Henry said. I will daddy. I love you too. She said. Good night baby. Henry said. Good night daddy. She said. He held the phone to his chest after he hung up. He hoped he could make it 6 more days without her. He thought about the new job and how much it would allow him to give her what she deserved, and he took a deep breath. Madison put the phone on her nightstand and snuggled under the covers. She didnt realize how much she missed her daddy. She had been a little distracted as she thought about how much her life had changed over the last 4 days. What would the next 6 be like? She was barely able to think about that before sleep washed over her. Katie walked out and closed the door, feeling the soft lips still on hers. She wondered if she would be able to make it without those kisses. Katie walked slowly into their bedroom and looked at Brad laying on the bed. His eyes were closed, and it was only 8:00. She dropped her clothes and climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to him. She ran her hand into his shorts and felt his limp cock. She smiled and pulled off his shorts and adjusted herself so she could look at him and put her head in his lap. She licked the soft cock and kissed the head. She felt his warm hand move onto her thigh. So, how did she taste? Katie said and sucked his soft cock into her mouth. You were right, just like candy. It was amazing. He said and felt his poor cock start to fill with blood again. And you would not believe how good she was between my legs. She is like an expert already. Katie said and licked his cock again. Well, she had a good teacher. Brad said and patted her thigh. Do you think we went too far? Katie said. Oh god, I hope not, but I agree with you, she is hard to resist. Brad said. I am like addicted to her. Katie said, stroking Brads cock. Yeah, me too, but we may have to slow down a little. He said. I know, I know, but she is so fucking delicious. Katie said and sat up on his legs, his cock now hard again. Brad felt her slide her steaming pussy over his cock. She sat up a bit and then lined him up and sunk down on him. He felt like he was sliding into fire, she was so hot. He loved the feeling of her pussy as it gripped him. As many times as he had fucked her over the last 8 years, she still felt like she did the first time he drilled the cute little 17-year-old waitress. She sat on him and stared into his eyes. Someone is hard for the third time in the last two hours. She said in a small voice. Yeah, what did you expect when you put that magic mouth to work. He said and she giggled. Why thank you sir. She said and wiggled her ass. I am thinking of cancelling the meeting on Friday. I think she needs a day off and she has a meet on Saturday morning. Brad said. Who did you have scheduled for Friday? She said. Simpson inc. He said. Oh fuck, he is a real prick. Are you sure you want to use her with him? She said. Yeah, I think she can handle it. We have the Johnson account tomorrow. We will see how she does. He said. Is that the one with the little slimy lawyer? She said. Yeah, but the old man still makes all the decisions and I think we can influence him with a couple of buttons. He said and she felt his cock lurch a little. You are loving this, you like putting her in front of those old perverts. She said. It was all about business at first. When we went to their house and I saw her in that little black dress, I immediately saw the potential. Then when she didnt flinch as I was playing around between her legs under the table during dinner, I started to see the dollar signs. He said. You said at first, now what is it? She said and wiggled on his cock. Now it is really exciting to see her in those situations. We are making money, but I have to admit it was hot as fuck watching Jenkins feel her up. I took her on the catwalk today. He said. The catwalk in the warehouse? She asked. Yep. He said. Oh fuck, that is hot. She said and closed her eyes. I want to try for the Barr account again. He said. Really? I thought that was all but done. She said. Yeah, so did I. I have tried everything with him, and he still said I had to sweeten the deal. Well, now I think I can. He said. Isnt that a huge deal? She asked. Yeah, biggest one we have ever tried for. 18 million for 5 years. The biggest deal we have ever signed was 2 million. It is in a totally different league and would solidify us for a long time. He said. Wow, what kind of guy is he? She asked. Just like all the rest, fat and horny, but he is sharp and tough and doesnt stand for bullshit. However, I am thinking a cute yellow sundress may just move the needle over to us. He said. God, that is hot, you are right. She said and started moving up and down on him. You will be the death of me girl. He said as he felt her pussy squeeze his sore cock. And you will die smiling. She said as she felt his cock spray her insides again with warmth. Katie leaned over and put her head on his chest. He put his arms around her and they both fell asleep at 8:30 on a Wednesday night.

Match Point The score was thirty forty. Tina Hathaway shivered despite the blazing July sunshine that uncharacteristically graced Wimbledon’s well-watered centre court. She had won the first set but lost the second, and was down five games to four in the third. Now she was on the brink of losing her service game against a woman she had soundly beaten every time they had faced each other in a Grand Slam tournament. Fighting down her nerves, she bounced her ball in front of her, trying to put out of her mind the little problem that had been dogging her throughout the match. Yet she could not help reflecting briefly on the rather unusual set of circumstances that had led to her playing so badly in this semi-final. She had had an easy ride so far. The first few rounds had been against unseeded players, and they had dropped like flies before her world-renowned, devastating forehand. The press, however, had barely mentioned her strength or the accuracy of her placement of long passes, concerning themselves more with her looks and figure. “Stunning Teen Tennis Sensation Hathaway Trounces Williams!” proclaimed one tabloid. “Tennis Star Hathaway Beach Pics - See Inside!” boasted another. And she loved it. She was now the darling of tennis society, even eclipsing Kournikova and Hingis. She had done photo shoots for several magazines, and a recent browse of the world wide web had unearthed no less than seventeen fan sites. The favourable attention flattered her, made her feel beautiful and sexy, and she played up to the cameras on account of it. Aware that much of the attention was focused on her legs, she wore the shortest tennis skirts she could buy, and gleefully noted the reaction in the press and on her fan sites, many of which included a separate section for ‘Upskirt Photos’, where she could see herself frozen in mid-stroke, her skirt flying up to reveal her sports knickers. She did not mind this in the slightest - in fact, she made a mental note of which skirts provided the best results for her voyeuristic fan community, and resolved to wear those more often in future. And then she had had what she considered to be a brainwave. She had been watching some old footage of Venus Williams playing at Wimbledon in the late 90’s, and had been fascinated by the woman’s hemline, which crept steadily upward during the course of each point. Her dress was obviously made of lycra or some such figure-hugging material, and although Williams’ knickers were never quite revealed, the latent promise of such an event was, Tina thought to herself, rather erotic. Straightaway she ordered a lycra tennis skirt, and, upon being told that no such garment existed, sought elsewhere for the item. She eventually found one in a mail-order catalogue for Secret Fantasies, a company that sold sexy clothes, lingerie, sex toys and bondage equipment. They advertised a white, stretchy microskirt, and Tina’s loins tingled as she imagined wearing it in front of the crowds at Wimbledon. And so, this morning, she had put it on for the first time, spending several minutes admiring herself in front of the mirror while her manager and coach were voicing their concerns over whether the umpire would allow her to play in a skirt so obviously designed for clubbing and not for tennis. But Tina was not to be swayed. An hour or so later, as she prepared to leave the hotel, she opened her bag to check her equipment and saw that another, more conservative skirt had been placed in there alongside the stretchy microskirt. Annoyed, she threw it into the bin before zipping up the bag and walking out of the room. Nothing was going to deprive her of the media attention she so craved - with any luck she would make headline news with this skirt. Later, in the centre court changing rooms, she had a nasty shock. Rummaging frantically through her bag, she was unable to find her sports knickers. Where were they? With a sinking feeling she realised she had been so distracted by the discovery of her other skirt in her bag that she had failed to do a proper inventory check. A nervous sweat broke out on her brow. She summoned her manager. ”Martin,” she whispered, “I’ve left my sports knickers at the hotel. Can you go back and get them for me?” He looked at his watch and frowned. “Your match starts in half an hour,” he said. “There’s no way I’ll be back in time.” ”You can bring them to me on the court,” she replied. “I’ll ask to be excused for a minute, or at the worst I’ll put them on over the top of what I’m wearing now.” ”Well at least if the umpire allows you to wear that awful microskirt, it won’t fly up like a normal tennis skirt. You might just get away with it.” ”Um.” Tina decided not mention the fact that she had planned for the skirt to ride up until it showed her knickers. Maybe it would not ride up too much. “Good point,” she said. ”But if you have to change skirts, then you’ll be in trouble. You may have to ask for a postponement until I get back. You’ll notice that I put a regular skirt in your bag, just in case.” Tina flushed slightly. “Yes, I noticed,” she said. ”Still, you might get away with it even so,” he added. “What colour are the knickers you’re wearing at the moment?” ”Um, white,” she said, “but...” ”Splendid. Perhaps nobody will notice they’re not regulation. Well, I’d better run. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He dashed out of the room. ”But I’m wearing a thong!” Tina said rather belatedly. She changed into her tennis skirt and the microskirt and, when the time came, walked out on to the court to rapturous applause. She waved at the crowd and gave them a big smile, though internally she was panicking. The warm-up went fine - the umpire did not call her on the skirt, though she could hear the crowd murmuring and wondered if they were talking about her attire. She smiled to herself as she noticed the press cameras trained almost exclusively on her. The match began, and right away the skirt began to betray her. With every lunge, every large step she took, the skirt skidded up her thighs and refused to slide back down. She was quite alarmed at the speed with which her hemline raced up to meet her crotch. She forced herself to take smaller steps, to allow balls to pass that she would otherwise have thrown herself at with some chance of returning them. After one particularly long rally, she looked down and her heart leapt into her mouth as she realised that about half an inch of her thong was exposed at the front. She did not dare think about what proportion of her buttocks had been revealed at the back. At the end of that game, as she sat in her chair drinking orange squash, the umpire leaned over for a private word. ”Miss Hathaway,” he said, “your skirt is most unsuitable. Please change it.” ”I don’t have another one with me!” she whispered back desperately. “I’m sorry - I had no idea it was going to climb up so much!” The umpire sighed. “Then please ensure that it does not again expose as much as we saw just now - this is a family event.” ”I’ll try,” promised Tina. “My game will suffer, but I suppose it’s my own fault.” ”Thank you,” said the umpire. Tina managed to win the first set by a hair’s breadth - her opponent, Sandra Whitman, was having a bad day and turned out unforced errors at most opportune moments. At the beginning of the second set, Tina had relaxed somewhat and was beginning to enjoy herself. The cameras were following her every movement, and she felt sure that her thong, or at least part of it, would be on the covers of nearly all the tabloids the following day. The second set, however, did not go nearly so well. In an effort to keep her skirt under control, Tina was obliged to let many of her opponent’s shots fly past her unchallenged. She managed to keep her thong hidden for the entire set, but she lost it 3-6. Still Martin had not arrived - what on Earth was keeping him? In the final set, she played harder, and was cautioned by the umpire twice for allowing her skirt to ride up too high. But it was difficult to maintain a happy medium between playing well and keeping her bottom covered. Still, she tried to obey the umpire, and consequently lost game after game. So now it was match point. If she lost this point, she would be out of the tournament, a tournament she had promised herself she would win this year at all costs. So far Wimbledon had eluded her, but she was better this year and had trained herself hard on grass. The championship was hers, if only she could stay in this match. This point was all-important. She absolutely had to win it. Hopefully she could pull off an ace, but it was unlikely. If she could place it well, a serve-and-volley tactic might prove successful, but she feared an attempted passing shot that would cause her to take large strides. Perhaps she should stay on the baseline - after all it was her baseline play that she was famous for. Then again, grass tended to favour the serve-and-volley method. She threw the ball high into the air, crouched, and sprang. The ball flew off her racquet and her heart leapt as she saw it was good. Sandra Whitman had difficulty returning it well and sent it high, but by sheer luck its trajectory took it to within a foot of the baseline. Tina hammered it back down the left-hand side of the court, and frowned with envy as Sandra ran full-stretched with giant steps to intercept it. The ball came back short and Tina raced to take advantage, feeling her skirt riding up as she ran. She forced herself to ignore it as she whipped it low over the net. Too low. It caught the net cord and bounced high, giving Sandra ample time to reach it. Tina’s heart jumped into her mouth, wondering on which side Sandra would attempt to pass it. She hovered at the middle of the net, prepared to jump either way, trying to read her opponent’s movements. But Sandra merely scooped it from beneath. She was going for a lob! Tina could see it was sailing over too high for her to smash it, so she leapt back from the net and sprinted for the back of the court, trying to ignore the little voice in the back of her head that told her the microskirt was now at crotch level. The ball reached the baseline before Tina did, but the young girl tore past it and took a swing at it before skidding to a halt just before she hit the back wall. She spun around and ran back to the baseline just in time to Sandra attempt a drop-volley. But it was not a good one. Sandra pitched it long, and Tina just had time to reach it before it touched ground again. Since Sandra was still close to the net, the only decent shot Tina could pull off was a lob. She scooped it up, then cursed inwardly as she realised it was lower than she had intended. She had just set her opponent up for a smash. She hastily retreated to the back of the court. Smashing, however, was not Sandra’s strong point, and she hammered it down the right-hand side of the court too close to Tina, who easily managed to get her racquet in front of it. She battered it low over the net, forcing Sandra into a badly-controlled volley. Uncontrolled though it was, it nevertheless landed far away from Tina, well over on the left-hand side. Her heart and head pounding, she sprinted for the ball, noticing as she ran that Sandra was still hovering near the net at the centre of the court. If she could get to the ball in time, the shot was obvious. She made it. The ball was still a few inches above the grass when Tina reached it, and she sent it in a low arc over the net and right to the back of the court, easily passing Sandra. Tina planted her feet and came to a halt, anxiously watching the ball as it approached the ground. Then relief swept through her as she saw it was in. ”Yes!” she screamed, throwing her racquet high above her head and punching the air with both fists. She was still in the match! But the expected applause did not come. Surprised and rather disappointed, Tina turned towards the crowd. Their open-mouthed, shocked expressions stared back at her. Press cameras clicked and whirred in a frenzy, and a couple of wolf-whistles sounded from behind her. But otherwise a stunned silence reigned over centre court, and she suddenly realised why. The stares were directed, she could not help noticing, at her crotch. And when she looked down, she was herself shocked at the sight that greeted her eyes. Her microskirt was now a thin strip of bunched-up material gathered around her upper hips. Her thong was on full display, and an inch of bare flesh was visible between its top and the belt that her skirt had become. At the back, she could tell from the breeze, her buttocks were completely uncovered, to the extent that there too the top of her thong was visible beneath a considerable expanse of bare skin. Tina felt faint. Paralysed for a moment, she stood rooted to the spot as tabloid photographers excitedly took the pictures that would grace the back pages and front pages of their papers the following morning. The silence was broken, several seconds later, by the umpire who, given the circumstances, spoke with a remarkably controlled voice. ”Deuce,” he announced. Match Point Two - Another Match Point Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final ... another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid...? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew... This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all - her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut knickers under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight. As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy knickers beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her knickers to the crowds and the cameras. Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled. For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially - one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control. The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck. So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut knickers underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court. And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick - a pair of French-cut knickers that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it! So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own knickers. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.” Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That ... will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.” And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result. ”That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically. ”It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong - not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.” Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes...” she said. ”That will be fun.” But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember - you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.” ”It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.” ”But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.” ”This isn’t a thong,” said Tina. ”It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?” ”Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.” Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away. ”He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top...” ”Oh yes! Do you have it?” ”It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out - I think you’ll like it.” Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself. This was her latest gambit - exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year! Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the knickers and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top. ”Tina?” She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?” ”Waldo’s here - he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.” Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?” ”He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.” ”Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent. Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had. ”Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly. ”I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and ...” Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.” ”Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit - oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room. ”We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?” ”Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.” She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white knickers. Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered. She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him. ”Sometimes you act just like my mother.” ”Huh?” Martin looked puzzled. ”The knickers?” ”Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.” ”Just forget it,” said Tina. In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly. ”Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.” Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I...” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.” ”I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura. ”You’ve possibly seen my, um ... tributes ... to your groundbreaking stunt last year...” ”It wasn’t...” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself...” ”I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you - I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.” Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?” Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?” ”Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.” Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said. Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. ”What is it?” asked Laura in alarm. ”My knickers! They’re not here!” ”What? Are you sure?” Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of knickers in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!” ”Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.” ”I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply. ”Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.” ”Hey, are you wearing knickers?” asked Tina on a sudden thought. ”Yes but...” ”Great! Can I wear them?” ”No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!” ”Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.” ”What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura. Tina showed her. Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?” ”Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.” ”Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it - the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without knickers!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.” Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player - you’ll have no problems.” Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?” ”I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.” Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise - it was far tighter than she had imagined. Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight - it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect. But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length - it barely covered her buttocks - and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked. ”You look ... naked!” exclaimed Tina. Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said. The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived. ”Where have you been?” Tina hissed. ”Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?” ”What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my knickers out of my bag!” ”Huh?” ”Those ones you put in there - I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh ... my ... God,” he managed at last. ”Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?” ”Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?” ”You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.” Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off. The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well. Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk knickers that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass. Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her. Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response. The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain. It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved - it would buy her some time before Martin got back. But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her knickers yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time. The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp. Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do... At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more ... bouncy? than usual. And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player). ”Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve. Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair. There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure... it looked like she’s not wearing knickers... Of course, I could be wrong...” She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it. Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers... ”Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire. Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten. By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them. Without bra or knickers, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net. Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine. ’She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her seventeen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned. What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question. Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky - too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill. The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina. ”Miss Hathaway?” he said. Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken. ”How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.” Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.” ”Very well,” said the umpire, nodding. Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court. Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura. Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing. Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support. ”Miss Hathaway...” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker. Tina trotted over to speak to him. The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?” ”I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina. The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?” ”It broke,” Tina lied. ”All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.” Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court. The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top. Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down. She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down. The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two. So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not. She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up. It was short - that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet - a mis-hit. Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own. Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck. At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other. The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled. ”You win,” she said. THE END

Mailgirls On The Run by eltree Chapter 11 Post-shower Megan lay face down on her bed while Lin took photos and then soothed ointment onto the thin red lines. "Did you talk to - Heather, was it?" "Very briefly. I told her to give community college a chance. I also gave her my email address if she wanted any more advice or information about being a mailgirl. And I pointed out that if part of her motivation was to be with Twenty-three that there was no guarantee that she would end up working at SG&T. Some of our newer mailgirls applied for a mailgirl position through Human Capital here, others came to us from the DDE training program. It's only the co-opted mailgirls, like you and I were, that are bound to a single firm and even that may be changing." "So, what are you up to the rest of the day?" "I've also got a dinner date. Bob Starnes wants to meet about which mailgirls we want for the racing team. But this is a working dinner, not a date; I'm probably closer in age to Bob's son than to Bob and what with Ms Aldridge being Bob's ex, that's just too weird. I figure bringing along a cushion to sit on should help send the right signals." "Well, I'll leave you to your plotting and healing. I had planned to head back to college by now since I've got an eight a.m. class tomorrow to prepare for, but fortunately I tossed my material into the trunk just in case, so it's off to your dining room table until Susan gets off." * * * * Megan met Mr Starnes outside an upscale diner on Rockville Pike. He looked questioningly at the cushion that she had tucked under her arm. "Fallout from this morning's activities. I'll explain when we get seated." Mr Starnes asked to be seated in a booth, expecting that would give them a little more privacy. "There's always a line out the door during the breakfast hour, but seating is generally available at lunch and dinner. I often sit at the bar where you can watch the staff assemble the plates before handing them off to the waiters; one friend refers to it as the floor show." "What do you recommend?" "It's all good, but I tend towards the all-day breakfast choices. So, the cushion?" "Post-race Mistress V told me I needed to go to the Mailgirls Dormitory and when I walked through the door with Fourteen, Mistress V and your ex were standing on either side of my sister who was stretched out on the spanking bench. Ms Aldridge said that I could accept six strokes of the cane or all twenty-four mailgirls, beginning with my sister, would get twenty-four. My backside is decidedly tender." "But they'll just be beaten for some other reason Why sacrifice your backside to put off the inevitable?" "I spent two years in their position and maybe I should have gotten used to the cane and paddle, but I felt and recall every stroke over those two years and there was always some reason. I couldn't be that reason even though I know it was Ms Aldridge, not me, that would be responsible." "She really has it in for you. Are you sure nothing went on in Chicago?" Megan decided not to lay out her plans to Bob Starnes - he had history with Ms Aldridge after all and certainly had more concern about SG&T's welfare than hers. "I don't ever recall meeting her husband, much less carrying on with him. I haven't decided what I'm going to do, but I need her to stop this vendetta." "Proceed cautiously, Megan. She's a very powerful and vengeful woman." "Oh, I will. Now about the team?" "I believe we can pitch a half-dozen candidates to Ms Barnes and we can go over her head if our discussion with her is unsatisfactory." "Our top six finishers were Four, Fourteen, Twenty-two, Twelve, Fifteen, and Two. Three was a dnf with a stone bruise today, but she looked very good at six and eight k. Fifteen's contract is up in September so she may not be around for the race. I would say certainly Three, Four, Twelve, Fourteen, and my sister and there's that All-American that Ms Barnes says is coming our way. "I also think if the fifth floor has been persuaded to authorize bras, no matter how fetish-like, that we can also push for shoes to provide some protection from random rocks on the course." Mr Starnes responded, "I think we can swing those five past the fifth floor. I would also suggest Vibram toe shoes or some other minimalist shoe brand since the women are used to running barefoot. What kind of training schedule would you suggest?" "Twice weekly interval training in the parking lot and once a week runs on the course the six weeks before the race. More importantly, we need to give them some incentive to run well on the day." "Having watch mailgirls eat dog food..." "Mailgirl chow" Megan interjected. "...out of bowls, I would think a training table with utensils and real food on the days they train and the promise of a feast if they race well might be a suitable carrot. For that I'm sure we'll have to go to the fifth floor to push through. Would it cause resentment among the other mailgirls?" "We'd have to include them in the feast, but that could go over well indeed." With agreement on where to go next with the mailgirls running team, Megan settled down to enjoy her huevos rancheros. Mr Starnes had gone for the lamb burger which looked to be very tasty indeed. If this was a date she could suggest sharing plates, but no. Upon returning (alone) to her condo, Megan called Sarah and brought her up to date. Though her experience was in corporate law, Megan recalled that Sarah had spent much time her first year as a mailgirl researching all the case laws and precedents dealing with mailgirls. Her second year after their holiday experience Sarah's attention had been diverted to Sam, but Megan had faith that Sarah could understand all sides of her position and would give useful advise. "Well, you could lodge a criminal complaint against her, but that relies on the District Attorney believing there was a case to be made and you know SG&T exerts significant influence - after all, mailgirls. You could bring a civil action against both Ms Aldridge and SG&T or you can begin with going to HR. Any of those choices could leave you badly burned - the question is which way will the fifth floor lean: swat you, ask what you want to make it go away, or take it seriously. The one thing that I am sure of is that they'd prefer to keep this an internal matter. "Let me know if you secure the video. That would help and then I can contact the legal department at SG&T and talk about deposing mailgirls. I wonder where Fourteen's Mr Fforde would come down on this?" * * * * There was a divergence of opinion in the mailgirl ranks. A slim plurality held that Megan was an idiot, with the view that she was a heroine also having substantial support. Ten and Twenty-two opined that she was just trying to take care of her sister, either because of guilt feelings (Ten) or that's the way she was raised (Twenty-two). The consensus was that the incident would lead to fallout affecting the mailgirls and anything affecting the mailgirls was bound to be bad. Eight spoke for nearly everyone when she opined "This whole running idea has just been a pain. First they force us to wake early on our one day off, go outside and run under the broiling sun (she hailed from upstate New York, Thirteen who planned to return to Miami thought it not so bad), beat us when we don't run fast enough to please them, and then beat us when we're swarmed by leering jerks who have nothing better to do on a weekend morning. I'm not blaming your sister Twenty-two, but if she hadn't run that race last year the fifth floor would have never done this to us." Three interjected, "I was a cheerleader in high school and college and between the cheer coaches and watching the various teams that we cheered for I saw a lot of different coaching philosophies. The coaches who led through fear and intimidation didn't do well in the long run. Megan was a competitive athlete and wants to do well and now that she's been thrust into this running scam, she's going to want us to do well. She's going to push back on Ms Barnes and the fifth floor and try to make them see they've got to give us some reason to do well. Hopefully, she'll be able to talk some sense into them." Ten added "I don't think that's why she did it, but taking six of the best from Mistress V gives her a lever to use on the fifth floor. She can make a stink that the fifth floor will have to notice. She has eighteen witnesses to the incident and some of you will be free in two months to testify without Mistress V standing over you. And the IT department has video." "I was the one person out there today who did have an incentive," Fourteen said. I've been told that if I make the team, Human Capital will offer me a part-time contract so that I can attend classes three days a week this coming semester. When Megan sent me to the Med Center with Three I met up with the former Seven who is now a college professor. I've been admitted for this semester and they've already worked out a class schedule." "Will they be sending you to College Park in a pet crate?" grinned Twenty. "No, the plan is that I work Friday through Monday and then catch the train to Frederick and stay with Seven. Megan, or someone, will meet me at the loading dock with something to wear Monday evening and drop me off at the loading dock Friday morning. The only downside is that my new contract will run through the end of the year, so no escape for me in September." Eighteen ended the discussion with, "I still say they've going to find someway to screw us to the wall - they always do." * * * * Megan arrived at her desk Monday morning to find that Bob Starnes had been busy. She had a meeting on her calendar at 1 p.m. with Bob and Ms Barnes and a second meeting at 3 with Jeremy, Mr Dawlish, and Mr Holt. She surmised that Mr Holt was the tennis playing VP and in looking him up found he was the Vice President that Community Relations fell under. He was in all the pictures of signing ceremonies with the Governor and the Comptroller and the Attorney General and the County Executive, not to mention just about every local politician that Megan had ever heard of. Checking out the mailgirl app it looked like Human Capital was spreading out the paddlings for running slow throughout the week. Seven, Eight, and Twenty, all of whom had run on Sunday, were scheduled for discipline in the courtyard at 10:30. Megan decided that would be a good time to look for Damon and the video from Sunday morning. Meanwhile, there was actual work to be done. Megan was in the stairwell heading down to the IT Department when she saw Mailgirl Nine climbing toward her carrying a box of printer paper. "Ten says you should talk to her before you go to HR about Sunday." Megan stopped, but Nine just continued up intent on making her delivery in time. The Vice President for Computer Services had a corner office on the fifth floor - Mailgirl Five had been there many times making deliveries and he leered at mailgirls with the best of them. The actual IT techies shared space in the basement with a huge server farm; there were persistent rumors that they were supposed to be on the third floor, but refused to move. Mailgirl Five had made far fewer visits to their basement lair, but their response to mailgirls was always appreciative and generally non-threatening. Since Ms Brooks had returned to work in the Investment Group her interactions with the IT techies had always been positive - more than she could say about her interactions with the IT systems - and they had always been perfectly respectful in their dealings with her, unlike many of her colleagues. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Lighting in the IT department was muted and there was a continuous, not-so-low hum of cooling fans. Many of the heads bent over computer screens were wearing headphones which made sense considering the background drone. She stopped at the first occupied desk and after getting his attention asked, "Where do I find Damon?" The thin, t-shirt-wearing man beamed at her and said "His desk is in that room over there, would you like me to to get him for you?" Megan gave him her best appreciative smile and replied, "No, thank you. I'll just knock on his door." "He won't hear you. Just go in, he won't mind." Megan crossed the room and entered into a small room which contained three desks, all festooned with multiple computer screens which were dwarfed by the big screen that covered most of one wall. It displayed a number of graphs with columns and lines rising and falling and a table of scrolling lines of data which Megan surmised showed the status of SG&T's computer systems. Another thin, t-shirt-wearing man, this one sporting a scraggly goatee, stood up and said, "Welcome, Ms Brooks. Harry messaged me to expect you. You're even more attractive with clothes on.." Megan blushed and said "Are you Damon?" "In the flesh and clothes as well." He reached down to his desk and hit a few keys. "I understand that you're interested in this" and the scrolling data and graphs were replaced with videos of the Mailroom Dormitory taken from several angles showing Megan in running clothes, Samantha laid out on the spanking bench between Mistress V and Ms Aldridge, and a line of mailgirls kneeling against the wall. Megan watched Ms Aldridge gesture, followed by Megan stripping down, and ... "I was there. I don't need to see this." "I didn't think you were still subject to mailgirl discipline, now that you're back up with the rest of the suits." "I'm not. Ms Aldridge - the woman standing next to the bench - told me that I could accept six strokes or each of the mailgirls beginning with my sister laid out there would get twenty-four. I'm no longer a mailgirl, but I still feel for those that are. Ms Aldridge was my boss in Chicago and she's the one that maneuvered me into becoming a mailgirl in the first place. She thinks that I had something going on with her husband." "Well, how do you want those videos? DVDs, flash drive, file delivered to your account?" "DVDs, I think. They seem to be a more permanent storage." "Okay, we'll burn you a couple of copies and have them delivered to your desk by mailgirl. Come back and visit us anytime." "Could you send it via Mailgirl Ten; I need to talk to her anyway." "Now, Ms Brooks, you know I'm not a senior executive, I'm not authorized to summon specific mailgirls." "Megan smiled, "Damon, I do know the difference between what you're authorized to do and what you can do. This doesn't involve any financial or propriety information so I have every confidence in your ability to make this happen." "Well, since you put it that way, Ms Brooks..." "Thank you very much Damon and if there's anything I can do for you." "Don't worry about it Ms Brooks; I figure you gave us two years worth of pleasure; it's the least we can do to show our appreciation." * * * * Megan arrived at Human Capital to find Mr Starnes chatting with Miss Bradley. He nodded, then walked over to open the door to Ms Barnes office for her and bowed her through. Ms Barnes was seated at her desk with Mistress V standing to the side; there were no mailgirls in attendance. Ms Barnes spoke, "Ms Brooks, I have received a full report of the incident on Sunday morning. That was a clear breach of SG&T policy. Ms Aldridge is not within my purview, but I will be forwarding this report to our senior management. Mistress V will be punished this evening in the Mailgirl Dormitory; you are welcome to attend her discipline. The security people that were on duty Sunday morning said they saw nothing, being busy with monitoring the situation in the parking lot during and after the time trial. My assumption is that you do not want information about the incident to be widely disseminated given that there is already too much emphasis placed by many on your time as a mailgirl." Megan stopped, not even forward enough to allow Mr Starnes space to enter the room. He touched her shoulder and said, "Perhaps it would be better if you sit and allow me to close the door before we discuss this." He looked at Ms Barnes and said "Megan told me about the blackmail and beating yesterday evening." Megan sat and responded, "Ms Barnes, I haven't decided how I want to proceed about this. Yes, you are correct, I do not want this spreading to the entire work force. As you suggest, I have enough problem living down my life as a mailgirl and taken seriously as a financial analyst, which is a major reason why I was opposed to getting involved in the mailgirls running idea. I don't need to remind my colleagues of my recent past and would much prefer they forget Mailgirl Five. And no, I have no wish to see Mistress V disciplined - those sights bring up too many painful memories, all of them well documented in the mailgirl app. "Now, if we can move on to where we go with mailgirls and the Corporate Challenge." Ms Barnes nodded, "Yes, let's proceed." Mr Starnes spoke up. "Four, Fourteen, Twelve, and Twenty-two were the first four finishers Sunday, all with quicker times than anyone on Saturday. Two and Fifteen were the next to finish. Three did not finish after stepping on a stone, but ran very well in the two previous trials. Fourteen and Fifteen's contracts expire before the race, but we understand that Fourteen may convert to part-time employment through the end of the year which would make her available. I don't know Fifteen's plans. We propose that Three, Four, Twelve, Fourteen, and Twenty-two comprise the team, plus either Two or the new mailgirl that is being acquired. Six mailgirls plus Megan should allow us to field a very competitive women's team. "We have another proposal which is highlighted by Three's injury on Sunday and that is to provide the mailgirls with what are called Barefoot Running Shoes. They were a major fad in running circles a decade ago under the theory that shoes should not alter the natural style and that mimicking running barefoot would reduce injuries and lead to faster times. As our mailgirls run actually barefoot all the time they wouldn't have to adjust to the shoes and they would provide protection from stones and other debris on the course." Ms Barnes responded, "I will have to raise the question of running shoes with upper management. Mr Dawlish was instrumental in getting approval for the running bras which will be ordered as soon as the team is finalized. Similarly, we'll need a sponsor in the executive ranks to authorize shoes. "Fourteen will be offered a part-time contract later this week. If she accepts she can take her mandated week's vacation for class registration and student orientation and then return to a Friday through Monday schedule through the end of the year. Fifteen is set to be transferred to an investment position in Chicago should she not renew her mailgirl contract. It has been suggested that she could remain here for training through the end of October and run the race as a normal employee. We believe that we can persuade her that will be in her best interest. "The new Twenty-three is scheduled to arrive a week from Wednesday. I will expect you to assess her fitness level and let us know whether she will be a valuable addition to the team. Upper management will make the final decision as to the number of mailgirls that will run." Megan interjected, "But, Twenty-three has nearly a year remaining on her contract." "The current Twenty-three is going to a law firm in New Orleans that is initiating a mailgirl program and was looking for experienced mailgirls to provide guidance to their new hires." Mr Starnes pressed on, "And our final recommendation is that we provide some incentive for the mailgirls to run well. We believe that they be provided with normal meals on training days and the promise of a feast for all mailgirls if they perform well on the day." Ms Barnes stated firmly, "That's a flat no. Human Capital cannot support that suggestion. Mailgirls will do as they are told." Megan was still processing that Twenty-three was being shipped out - what was she going to tell Heather - when Mr Starnes responded, "We've got a 1 p.m. meeting with Mr Holt, we'll raise those issues with him." Ms Barnes sputtered, "Human Capital is the final authority on the treatment of Mailgirls, we are not threatened by appealing to the Fifth Floor." "Just tell yourself that. I'd worry more about the upcoming news story about mailgirls running. Those crowd shots won't convey the message that Community Relations and the senior executives are trying to send. Thank you for your time. Let us know how the contract talks with Fourteen go and what the decision is with Fifteen." Mr Starnes turned to Megan, "Remember, 1 p.m. in Mr Holt's office." * * * * Megan was eating lunch at her desk while reviewing a draft report on a proposal that had been presented to the Investment Committee. Mr Bratz was a believer in peer reviews, both for providing feedback to the individual analysts and to make sure his staff was cognizant of more than just the work that landed on their desks. Megan found the exposure to multiple proposals helpful; the value of the feedback largely depended on who was providing it. Some of her colleagues proved to be very insightful, others just seemed out to tear down anything that they hadn't been assigned. Several were especially negative on anything that she produced, likely a legacy of her time as a mailgirl. She heard a soft knock on her door and looked up to see Ten entering, carrying an envelope. "Special delivery from IT" Ten announced as she handed Megan the envelope and leaned forward to allow Megan to tap her smartphone to record time of delivery. "Close the door. This should be the video from yesterday's "incident " as Ms Barnes characterized it. She assured me that Mistress V will be appropriately punished. I don't care about Mistress V, as far as I'm concerned she's no more guilty than the cane that scored my ass. The Security Office told me yesterday that Ms Aldridge had directed them to purge the video and they did, but of course the IT folks have their own cache." Ten asked, "Where do you want to take this?" "I want to stick it to Ms Aldridge; she's been tormenting me long enough. I really looked up to her, she was a terrific role model showing that a woman could succeed and be a power in her own right. But, I know how she's treated me and that can't go on." "I can have HR quietly look into whether there have been any other incidents or complaints involving Ms Aldridge, but you know sexual harassment charges usually don't work out well for the accuser even when the charges are substantiated." "I was thinking more of assault. The Mailgirl Program is inherently sexist, but they've sold it as a productivity enhancing project and while many of us were coerced into the program, they can point to those women who have renewed their contracts and now the women who applied to be mailgirls as proof that mailgirls have bought into the program. But, whipping my ass a year after I fulfilled my contract is a breach of faith." "Megan, give me a chance to have HR look into this and you might see if Jeremy will pitch it to Mr Holt as sending the wrong impression to the press and the politicians. Coercing women into signing mailgirl contracts has become established practice and as you said those of us who sign up for another two years or just apply for the position have gone a long way to legitimizing the whole sordid business. But, caning you outside of the legal protection of that contract is different. To win your case however, you're going to need genuine support from HR and Community Relations and your management as well. Keep that video safe and let me see what I can find out." Ten's smartphone buzzed. "Ah, well. A mailgirl's day is never done. I've got a pickup and delivery to make." * * * * Megan let Bob Starnes take the lead at the one o'clock meeting. Her caning was not mentioned. Mr Holt was receptive to the suggestion of shoes; Mr Dawlish lost interest when the lack of a significant heel became apparent. Megan wasn't sure, but she thought he might be putting them on. The meal proposal provoked more discussion. Megan finally chimed in, "Strangely, mailgirls often learn to take pride in providing prompt and reliable delivery service. It is, after all, what they do and is a positive aspect midst oppressive working conditions. None of these women were competitive runners and I don't know they will learn to appreciate running well for its own sake in a few short months. Decent food will provide an incentive all will understand and appreciate. They'll still be down on their knees eating Mailgirl Chow in the dining room four to five times a week and showcasing eighteen instead of twenty-four mailgirls will detract little from the spectacle." Mr Holt and Dawlish did concur with the lineup of Three, Four, Twelve, Fourteen, and Twenty-two for the team plus the new Twenty-three. Mr Dawlish said that he would arrange for Fifteen's transfer to Chicago to be delayed until post-race. He also said that he would order the bras for each runner including Fifteen. Mr Holt mentioned, "I am concerned about the mob scenes that have attended these running trials. This is not how we want to project SG&T's image. Do you expect this to continue?" "We do expect the girls to do some training outdoors, but instead of a set schedule we'll get them outside at irregular intervals and that schedule will be shared solely with Human Capital and Security. The Corporate Challenge in October will, however, likely draw a large crowd of spectators." Jeremy chimed in, "I've talked to Fox 5 management about their plans for the video they shot on Sunday. They plan to save it for sweeps week with promos leading up to the report. They will not provide us with a preview or allow and right of review." Mr Holt said that he would look into it and the meeting ended on that note. Megan dithered as to whether to watch the video of her caning before or after dinner, before or after talking to Sarah, before or after freaking out. She did rule out watching it with dinner. She finally decided not to put it off. She popped the DVD into her desktop computer -- after pulling the Ethernet cable, a little paranoid, much -- and found she had a choice of Camera 1, 2, or 3. Camera One offered a panoramic view showing the mailgirls keeling in front of their sleeping niches and began with Mailgirl Twenty-two stretched out on the spanking bench with Ms Aldridge and Mistress V to either side. Megan watched herself come into view from off-camera and then watched the whole affair play out before her, fading to black after Megan pulled her clothing back on and left the way she came in. Camera Two showed the scene from behind Ms Aldridge and Mistress V. Megan watched herself enter through the door from the Mailgirl Locker Room and had a clear view of her face as Ms Aldridge made her demands. There was no sound, but Megan thought the video was clear enough that a lip reader could reconstruct her speech. Camera Three showed the scene from behind Megan and presented an equally clear view of Ms Aldridge and Mistress V. After watching her caning for the third time she began to think that Mistress V had been pulling her strokes. Yes, it had really hurt and left six crisp red lines on her backside, but Megan had watched Mistress V cane mailgirls for three plus years now and Megan was sure that she wasn't completely laying into her. Ms Aldridge, however, was watching with a rapt expression and didn't appear to notice how much more damage Mistress V could have done to the pale buttocks laid out before her. Megan winced with every stroke on the screen. Trying to decide on her next move Megan settled for texting Sarah "Have video. Please call." and then set to making an omelet her dinner. She was on her knees -- after watching the video her ass throbbed with renewed vigor -- finishing dinner when Sarah called. "I have a DVD with three videos showing from when I walked into the dormitory until I followed Ms Aldridge out the door. There are apparently three cameras covering the dormitory space, hence the three videos. Ten recommends that I give her a chance to bring it up with HR and that I see if Jeremy will push it up to the fifth floor from the Community Relations standpoint." "Well, you have video evidence, witnesses that aren't going anywhere, and photos of your backside so your evidence won't disappear. Slow-rolling might be best and getting the fifth floor to worry about the optics of a senior executive abusing a junior employee could be a powerful lever. The fifth floor is raising the visibility of the mailgirl program with this whole racing gig so they should want to avoid linking mailgirls with general abuse of female employees. And you probably want to hold off until Fourteen's new contract is inked so that doesn't get derailed in reaction. "Other than that, how are things going?" "We met with Ms Barnes and proposed five mailgirls for the team, recommended that we provide them with minimalist shoes -- it's a running thing -- for training, and suggested that we could incentivise the team with better food on training days and the promise of a post-race feast. She was ok with our selections, said that the fifth floor would have to take up the shoe issue, and flatly rejected the food idea. Bob had already scheduled us to meet with Mr Holt after lunch and he was more receptive so we have hope. Besides the part-time deal for Fourteen, they also suggested that should Fifteen not re-up as a mailgirl that her scheduled transfer to Chicago be delayed until after the race." "I'll be interested to hear how Fifteen reacts to that proposal. Chicago may not sound so good to her now that she's see Ms Aldridge in action. Oh, and you may want to send me a copy of the dvd and the photos of your whipped ass just in my guise as your legal counsel just to establish that you are taking action." "I'll put them in the mail tomorrow -- from my local Post Office, not outgoing mail from SG&T." Megan felt better having talked to Sarah and wondered why she hadn't heard from Brendan or should she be calling him? Then her cell phone rang and it was Brendan and she had a comfortable chat about Sunday's run and selecting the mailgirl racing team. "My plan is to hold off workouts until the woman have bras and shoes. I did tell you about the bras, didn't I. They're virtually fetish wear, but they'll help and those women need the support since they all have more up top than I do. The other question mark is Fourteen's training since she'll be attending class during the week." "If she's not at College Park, she could likely run with the college cross country team." "That's an excellent suggestion. She's going to Hood in Frederick; that's a Division III school. Thank you for your help." "Can we get together sometime this week?" "I'd like that, but I'll need to sort out what's going on with mailgirls and running, first. The following week would work better, I think." "I'll hold you to that. Are you up for any upcoming races? Nothing more on the track, but there are some low-key road races and cross country runs on the schedule next month." "That might be fun, I will get back to you." and the conversation drifted to a halt * * * * It wasn't until Wednesday afternoon that Bob Starnes dropped Megan a note to say that the fifth floor had signed off on the mailgirl team members, the shoes, and the meals. He had previously agreed with her about waiting on the bras to start training and waiting on shoes for running outdoors; Megan planned to start the mailgirls with running on the treadmill. "Yes, they're in terrific shape, but racing 10 kilometers will be easier with some overdistance training to accustom them to running for forty minutes at a stretch." Brendan called that evening to report that he'd researched Hood's cross country team and found that the coach was a recent graduate whose name he recognized from local running results. Looking at Hood's results from last fall Brendan opined that a forty minute 10k runner would have no problem training with the women's team. Megan pointed out that Fourteen would be working at SG&T every weekend so she wouldn't be able to run for the team; she decided she could raise the possibility with Fourteen first, then talk to Lin. Thursday morning Megan's desktop pinged with a calendar appointment in Human Capital for 2 p.m. The attendees were listed as Megan, Ms Bratz, Mr Fforde, and Maria Hyland from which Megan deduced that this meeting concerned Fourteen's new contract. Lin had sent her Maria's paperwork and schedule, so Megan needed to ensure that the contract dates lined up with the Academic Calendar. Well, there would be a lawyer present to keep an eye on the legalities. Megan reported on the outcome of that meeting to Lin later that evening. "Fourteen signed her contract extension today. She begins her week's vacation at 5 p.m. on the 21st which will allow her to show up for new student orientation on the 22nd and she reports back to work the following Friday at 8 a.m. She's to report to the loading dock Friday morning to strip down and don her collar and MMU, reversing the process Monday at 5 p.m. Her contract runs through the end of the year. "Mr Fforde was surprised when I laid out the paperwork from Hood, but he recovered quite nicely and even negotiated tuition reimbursement into the contract. I met with him separately later and we discussed logistical arrangements. He'll let me know when he gets access to the storage unit with Fourteen's possessions and we'll collect appropriate clothing and whatever to drop off at your place. Fourteen spent the whole time in Ms Barnes' office on her knees, head bowed -- I don't think she quite believed we were going to pull this off until she signed the contract. Mr Fforde stood over her while she reviewed the paperwork. We'll sort out transportation on this end later. "Oh, and I'm to meet tomorrow with the mailgirls selected for the team. Ms Barnes proposed that I meet with them in the Mailgirls Dormitory, but after I reminded her of my last visit there she scheduled the Conference Room by the Human Capital suite for 5 p.m." Friday Megan put in a full day's work at her actual job and only saw mailgirls racing between offices delivering messages and sundries. As the day dragged on she thought of when Friday afternoons meant skipping out early to meet up with friends and colleagues at Happy Hour and the promise of weekend explorations. She'd been rather boring actually, but those times had come to a crashing halt when she became a mailgirl and here she was back to closing out the workweek enmeshed in the mailgirls' universe. Megan walked through the open door of the Conference Room precisely at five to find six naked women kneeling on the floor with a pair of young men she vaguely recognized from the Trading Desk standing over them. "I didn't realize that you were invited to this meeting gentlemen." The taller of the two turned and said, "What kind of meeting needs a half-dozen mailgirls in attendance? That seems excessive." "A meeting that you are not privy to, obviously. If you will excuse us, I'd like to get started." The other man commented, "I know what I'd like to get started on." "I'm not interested in your fantasies. Some of us have bank business to do, so out now and close the door behind you." The two men left still ogling the mailgirls until the door snicked closed leaving the seven women alone. "Welcome to the SG&T racing team. You six will be training for the Corporate Challenge in October. You may be joined by the new Twenty-three when she arrives." Four said "the new Twenty-three?" as Fifteen objected, "my contract is up in September and I'm not going to be here for the race." Megan responded, "My understanding is that you're expected to take a position in Chicago at the end of your mailgirl contract. If you chose to do so your transfer has been delayed until the end of October. The last week of your mailgirl contract will be your second week of vacation this year and then you'll be assigned to my department until you leave for Chicago. I believe that Mr Dawlish has lined up some external training -- in finance, not message delivery -- for you during that period." "As for Twenty-three, Bonnie is to be a mailgirl at a law firm in New Orleans. Her replacement was a college track athlete before becoming a mailgirl on the West Coast. You now know what I know. "Fourteen can fill you in on her situation if you haven't heard yet. The other four of you will just take on the racing team as another duty." Three asked, "So, what does that mean?" "The training schedule hasn't been finalized yet, but I'm envisioning two sessions weekly, either outside as a group or individually in the Exercise Center on a treadmill. We're not starting training until you're outfitted with bras and shoes. Mr Dawlish is ordering the style that Seventeen wore, but in satin instead of leather. We've talked the fifth floor into approving shoes for running; they will be the minimalist style rather than a traditional shoe, but they'll offer some protection from random stones on the course. I'll let you know what we arrange. Fifteen will train with the group as long as she remains a mailgirl, Fourteen will attend any sessions held during her work hours. The good news is that the fifth floor has agreed to real food at dinner on training days -- details to be worked out." "What is minimalist style?" "That's a style developed about ten years back that is very light and flexible essentially trying to replicate running barefoot. It's proponents said it would revolutionize running and prevent injuries since the foot could move as nature intended. As mailgirls run barefoot normally the shoes should be a good match. Mr Starnes has taken on shoe acquisition. "The fifth floor wants to win the Corporate Challenge. Mr Starnes and I are trying to temper their expectations, but we believe that we can do well. We have tentative approval for a post-race feast for all mailgirls assuming that we put forth a creditable effort. If there are no more questions, I'll put you all back in service and you can wait here until called." Within moments four of the six mailgirls' MMUs buzzed and they headed off to another delivery or the Mailgirls Locker Room. Fourteen sprang up five minutes later. Twelve spoke up, "So, Twenty-three is going to the Big Easy?" "It's a brand new mailgirl program and they wanted some experienced mailgirls. I know that we would have appreciated some friendly guidance in those first few months. We didn't know what we had gotten into and neither did the workforce. It was a learning experience, a painful one for the six, soon to be twelve of us. Only Mistress V really knew what was going on and she was new to wielding the paddle. Believe it or not, you had it easier with a dozen women to help you through and a workforce that had adjusted to naked women running through the corridors. Not that you got any fewer stripes on your ass." Twelve's MMU buzzed and Megan was left to her thoughts. * * * * Having been forced out of bed early the last three weekends to run with mailgirls Megan was up and out early on her own both Saturday and Sunday enjoying easy runs on the Rock Creek Trail before the heat and humidity ramped up. She was looking forward to the cooler days of fall. Beyond undating Lin on Fourteen's situation she had a lazy mailgirl-less two days, even spending some hours lounging by the pool. Megan was at her desk reviewing an extremely dubious prospectus when she heard the ping of a smartphone that at SG&T announced that a mailgirl had missed her delivery time. She heard a second ping then her door was pushed open by Mailgirl Twenty-two. "Samantha, what are you doing..." and then her voice trailed off as she saw the woman accompanying her sister. In contrast to the erect, energetic presence of Twenty-two, the other naked woman was bent over and nearly lifeless. Samantha thrust a sheaf of papers across the desk, "I was called to the loading dock to receive a delivery for the Mailgirls Locker Room and she crawled out of the shipping crate. She's not well, she's certainly not well enough to face Mistress V." Her MMU pinged again. Megan reached forward and tapped Samantha's MMU. "I am not responsible for mailgirls." "No, but you have a responsibility to her as a fellow human being and I don't trust Mistress V or Human Capital to take care of her." Megan sighed, "Here, let me send you to Human Capital to explain and I'll take..." Megan glanced down at the bill of lading "Felicia down to the Med Center." Felicia crumpled to her knees as Twenty-two turned and headed out the door, stepping aside to allow Megan's boss, Mr Bratz to enter. "Miss Brooks, what is going on?" "I just took delivery of the new Mailgirl Twenty-three. Human Capital just acquired her from a West Coast firm to fill out our Mailgirls Running Team. Judging by her current appearance she appears to be an even more dubious investment than this flight of fantasy you handed me to review." John Bratz looked at the flushed face of his favorite analyst and decided not to push the issue. "I'm going to call the Med Center to send somebody up to take care of her and then I'll pass her paperwork on to Human Capital." "Well yes, that sounds appropriate. I'll expect a preliminary evaluation of that proposal this afternoon." He prudently withdrew and closed the door on his way out. Megan picked up her phone and punched in the number for the Med Center. "This is Megan Brooks in the Investment Group. I have a young woman in my office that is on the verge of collapse. You need to send someone up to bring her down for evaluation. "My guess is a combination of exhaustion and dehydration, but my degrees are in Finance, not Medicine." She looked at the woman bent over before her. "How long were you in that crate?" Felicia looked up at her dully, "They put me on an overnight flight from Seattle. I was let out for a bathroom and water break at the airport at both ends, but I've spent most of the last day in the crate." "DDE didn't ship you in that condition did they?" "Not DDE; I came directly from Mohr Brothers. They worked me over pretty good before shoving me in the crate. They told me if my behavior didn't improve I could expect more of the same at my new job. I don't even know where I am now. I signed a new two year contract, but I wasn't told with who." "You're at Sloan Guaranty & Trust in Maryland. I'm sending you down to the Med Center and while you're there I'll go talk to Human Capital -- they manage the Mailgirl Program here." "Who are you and why did that mailgirl bring me to you?" "I'm Megan Brooks. Besides being a financial analyst, I'm also the lead on the Mailgirls Running Team and the mailgirl that brought you here is my sister." "Running team?" "I'll explain it all to you after the Med Center has had a chance to look you over and I talk to Human Capital." Felicity dropped her head and just looked at the ground. Megan heard a commotion outside and then her door was pushed open yet again. Nurse Allen stepped through the door and asked, "What's going on Megan?" Megan gestured at the woman on the floor and said, "Say hello to the new Mailgirl Twenty-three. She just arrived from Seattle in a crate and my sister decided to bring her up to me. I concur that she belongs in your hands rather than Mistress V's. I'm going to take her bill of lading to Human Capital and talk to Ms Barnes, then I'll come down to the Med Center to she how she's doing. I've looked at the papers and there's just a one line statement that she's medically cleared for travel." One of the Security folks pushed a gurney though Megan's doorway and the three of them lifted the semi-conscious mailgirl up and laid her out. Nurse Allen followed the gurney out the door followed by Megan. Ms Barnes wasn't in the Human Capital office and Megan wasn't about to deal with her administrative assistant so she just left the paperwork and informed the woman that the new mailgirl was under care in the Med Center. Susan Allen reported that Felicity had lapsed into unconsciousness while being wheeled through the corridors. "She didn't even stir when we moved her to the bed in Exam Room 2. I checked her vitals and everything is within normal parameters and she's breathing fine. She's underweight and probably dehydrated so I set up a saline drip. It also looks as though she's had both vaginal and anal sex recently and there is a lot of mild bruising of her buttocks and thighs. "Her data has already been loaded into the Mailgirls Database and I have to tell you she looks a lot better in her pictures than on that gurney. She's 26, a sociology grad from Reed College in Oregon, and was hired on as a mailgirl a year ago last March. Her new two year contract is in effect as of today." "It sounds as though there are worse places to be a mailgirl than SG&T. I hope we didn't send Bonnie, the old Twenty-three into some hellhole. I'll stop by before I leave today and see if Felicity, the new Twenty-three, has come back to us." Megan received an email from Susan saying that Felicia was awake and available for a chat just as she was putting the finishing touches to a scathing review of the prospectus that Mr Bratz had dropped on her desk the day before. Normally Megan spent multiple days or weeks investigating proposals, but this one had been so nebulous that it hadn't taken long to review what few hard facts it contained. She finished entering her report into the system which would automatically notify Mr Bratz that it had been completed. So, she closed up her desk and headed for the Med Center. Susan met her at the door. "I had to fend off first Mistress V, then Ms Barnes after you dumped Felicia off on me. I told Mistress V she could probably collect her in the morning after I checked her over again. Felicia is not ready to take on a normal mailgirl's load though." "Unless she looks a hundred percent better than when she collapsed in front of my desk, I don't believe Ms Barnes would want her making deliveries. She has a way to go to look the part." "Well, she's still in Exam Room 1. I ordered in some food and told her to take it easy." Megan walked through the door startling the woman kneeling on the floor picking at her dinner. "I'm glad to see that Nurse Allen also ordered utensils with the food, but don't get used to that -- mailgirls eat about half their meals without benefit of hands." The naked woman looked down and didn't respond. "I'm Megan Brooks. My sister, Mailgirl Twenty-two, collected you at the loading dock and brought you to me. I expect that cost her six of the best as the very least; mailgirl initiative is discouraged and really if she was going to take you anywhere but the Mailgirl Locker Room it should have been straight here." "Your sister is a mailgirl?" "When SG&T set up its Maryland headquarters three years ago, they instituted a Mailgirl Program and I was converted from junior financial analyst to Mailgirl Two. My sister wasn't ready to plunge into the working world after college and thought being a mailgirl sounded intriguing so she applied to the program and showed up in a crate two months before my contract ended. I'm back at a desk and she's running about naked. She appears to enjoy the position far more than I ever did." "You said something about a Running Team?" "The Corporate Challenge is an annual team race open to all businesses and agencies in Maryland. SG&T is trying to project an image of just another responsible business in the state so they fielded a team last year and this year are hosting the 10k race. Our women's team was well back last year, but I finished in the top ten two months after the end of my mailgirl contract. Our top management wants to do well this year: they've transferred in several male runners from other SG&T offices, but have had problems recruiting fit young woman to work here. As I ran well last year, they came up with the bright idea of selecting a group of mailgirls to run for SG&T." "A track uniform is more clothing than I've ever worn as a mailgirl." "No, the mailgirls will run naked. Bob Starnes, my co-lead, and I did convince management, over the vociferous objections of Human Capital, to authorize a bra and minimalist running shoes for training and racing, but we ran three series of time trials around the course without even that attire. You've never seen so many wildly enthusiastic spectators at a local run before. We expect the Corporate Challenge to attract the largest crowd ever for a road race in Maryland." "So, what does this have to do with me?" "Well, Bob Starnes and I both pointed out that the average runner does not fit the profile of the average mailgirl. I was the only mailgirl here with a track background and I spent two years being berated for being flat-chested which I am compared to almost every other mailgirl. Human Capital said besides selecting from our own mailgirls they could have DDE search for mailgirls that had run track and acquire their contracts. So, here you are." "Do I look like I could run a 10k now to you?" "No, but the race isn't until October and you were an All-American just a few years ago which is a better background than the six mailgirls that we selected. Meanwhile we've got to get you healthy again. What did they do to your at Mohr Brothers." "There were only five of us mailgirls and we were more sexual playthings than delivery girls. At my going-away party I was beaten and gang-raped before being stuffed into that crate." "Now that you're here we can report that to the police." "Oh, they've got hours and hours of video of all of us begging begging for sex and being obliged. Electrodes wired to your breasts and labia can convince you to say anything. I pray life will be better here." "What little non-mailgirl-on-mailgirl sex here has all been wholly consensual and stringently punished if found out. Mostly SG&T just deals in debasement, beatings, and occasional bondage. Plentiful verbal abuse, eating Mailgirl Chow out of dog dishes, public paddlings, that sort of thing. Physically it wasn't too bad, it's the humiliation and the grinding down of any sense of self worth that hurt most. I've told them that fostering pride in running well is antithetical to the mailgirl ethos, but the Fifth Floor has their eyes focused on competing well in October." "What's the mailgirl setup here?" "There are twenty-four mailgirls, mostly salaried, some hourly employees. The salaried mailgirls are professional women coerced into becoming mailgirls -- they mostly have a position at SG&T lined up at the end of their contract. The hourly employees are all direct hires as mailgirls and you get paid minimum wage for the hours that you work, generally upwards of sixty hours per week. Your weekday schedule begins at 7 a.m. and goes until you're told it's over, plus a half day on the weekend. You can be called back to duty at any time. You're on site 24/7, your off hours are spent in the Mailgirls Dormitory in the basement behind the Mailgirls Locker Room -- that is the only place mailgirls are not on display though Security has cameras there. No clothing, of course; you're not permitted on any furniture, you eat what you're given, you do what you're told, and you're punished for any perceived shortcomings. You will always be addressed as Mailgirl Twenty-three and respond only to that name. You speak only when asked a question or to respectfully remind someone that you are just Mailgirl Twenty-three or to apologize when at fault and you are always at fault. No touching, no interacting with other employees beyond carrying out your duties, and Human Capital, specifically Mistress V, are the only people permitted to touch you and she does with paddle, and crop, and cane. "That being said, you have no expenses except to pay down any debt previously incurred -- the bank handles all financial matters for you. If you default on your two year contract the bank claws back half of what you've been paid, bills you for food and lodging, and charges you the cost of recruiting and training a replacement. I've calculated that you would likely break even if you quit in the last three months of your two years. Of the eleven women that completed their two year contract three signed up for another two years, four of us returned to normal jobs at SG&T, and four left. Mailgirls Thirteen through Eighteen finish up their contracts in the next two months; I don't know what they'll choose. "SG&T carried out its financial commitments for those of us who completed our contracts and we did well from a dollars and cents standpoint. Emotionally, I'm still trying to recover and I'm not alone. "Welcome to Sloan Guaranty and Trust." "...I swear Sarah, she made me feel fortunate to have been a mailgirl at SG&T. I don't know how Sam managed to get her up to my office, Felicia just looked so awful. When I checked on her at the end of the day she was alert and seemed to take in my rundown on life as a mailgirl at SG&T, but she's unhealthily thin and just physically and mentally beaten down. It looked like every motion was painful and she was just kneeling there. Susan documented her condition and took vaginal and anal samples in case we can persuade her to bring rape charges which may depend on what Human Capital decides. "I googled her when I got home and she was a fine runner in college -- D3 All-American at 5000 meters as a soph and in cross-country as a junior with prs comfortably inside mine. She also looks a lot healthier in the photos from college. We were in terrific shape physically after two years as a mailgirl; Mohr Brothers' program did not produce the same results." "Do I need to come as your legal counsel when you talk to Ms Barnes in the morning?" "Well, I may very well be calling you back after that confrontation. She can't be happy with the way Felicia looks. Mailgirls are supposed to be drop dead gorgeous, not look like war refugees. The whole mailgirl idea is just perverted, but what she went through is just criminal." "Also have Human Capital check into her financial situation. Make sure that Mohr Brothers didn't screw her monetarily as well. If there's an issue maybe you can pitch it to Fforde as a pro bono case and take his mind off Fourteen." * * * * Megan stopped by the Med Center on her way into work the next morning. "She's still asleep and looks to be resting comfortably. I called your friend in IT before I left and he set up a camera in Exam Room 2 and sent the video feed to the Security Desk. I asked Security to keep an eye on her. There was a woman on duty last night and she went to the Med Center when Felicia woke up, took her to the restroom, and gave her a bottle of water and then Felicia settled back down." Mailgirl Three was kneeling on the mat by the Admin's desk when Megan entered the Investment Group spaces. The slim brunette stood as Megan approached and with head still lowered said, "Ms Brooks, Ms Barnes would like you to see her at your earliest convenience this morning." Megan plucked Three's MMU from the naked woman's armband and keyed in a destination. "Tell her that I'll be there as soon as I log in and see what else I have scheduled this morning." She replaced the MMU and Three turned and headed out into the corridor. After deciding that everything else in her queue could wait Megan presented herself in front of Miss Bradley and asserted, "Ms Barnes said that she wanted to see me." "Oh yes, Ms Brooks, please go in." Megan entered to find Bronwyn Barnes staring at the ceiling and muttering to herself. "Oh, you're here. We have got to fix this problem." "Which problem are you talking about -- Miss Cooper's ill-health or her rape?" "Tits, she doesn't have tits. Soames and Peavy are going to be livid." "Actually, she does have breasts -- on the small side as you'd expect of an accomplished distance runner, especially one who looks to be suffering from malnutrition." "We'll keep her out of sight until we can fatten her up and that will fix the problem, right? We can just say that she's ill and keep her in the Med Center." "I've seen photos of her in her college's Sports Information archives and she didn't appear to have much on top when she was healthy and running well. As I pointed out in our initial meeting on the Corporate Challenge, most distance runners don't fit the mailgirl profile." "The data we got from DDE said she was 36C." "Someone lied or had an extremely generous measuring tape." "Damn, Peavy is going to want to see her first thing. He always wants first crack at the new mailgirls. And he is very much a breast man. Soames isn't any better, but maybe Alvado can keep him in line. No, they're both going to be going to the board to get rid of me." "Ms Barnes, I'm more concerned about Mis Cooper's appalling physical condition and the fact that she was gang raped before being sent our way." Ms Barnes snapped, "Mailgirl Twenty-three, not Miss Cooper. You know the protocol Ms Brooks." "What I know is that we have a woman who has been brutalized and that should be the focus of our concern." "She signed up to be a mailgirl. Different firms have different rules, but they should have standards and flat-chested girls do not measure up." "Ms Barnes, do I understand that you condone how that woman has been treated?" "No, of course not. Just look at her. I'm sure she was much more attractive before she was abused. We are going to lodge a formal complaint with DDE, they're supposed to be filling the role of an honest broker and they allowed us her former employers to send us damaged goods." "Ms Barnes, if Twenty-three doesn't get proper medical care, I'm going straight to the police and the media about my assault and her rape. SG&T may be able to quash the criminal complaints but plenty of mud will stick to the bank." "Well, of course, we're going to take care of her and she had better run fast or Soames and Peavy will bury both of us. I survived them bitching about you and Seven and if we win that stupid race Mr Holt will have our backs."

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 35: Monday morning Madison felt the bed move and then she reached over, the bed was empty. She ripped her head around and heard movement. “Daddy?” Madison whispered. “Yes, baby, I am here.” Henry said and took her hand. “Are you going to work?” Madison said. “Yes, it is very early, go back to sleep. I will see you this afternoon.” Henry said and kissed her forehead. Madison pulled him into a hug. Henry wrapped his arms around his young daughter and held her for a while. “Have a good day, daddy.” Madison said as Henry broke the hug. She snuggled under the covers. “You too sweetheart, I love you.” Henry whispered in her ear. “I love you too daddy.” Madison said softly and closed her eyes. Henry stood at the doorway and looked at her sleeping in the bed. He was amazed at how much he loved her. He didn’t think it was possible to love a person so deeply. They had been through a lot with the divorce and the loss of his job but now seeing her hurt made his heart expand even more. He found himself praying constantly that she would get better. He felt a touch on his arm, and he looked to see Becca standing next to him. “You have an amazing daughter Henry.” Becca said softly. “Thank you and thank you for taking such good care of her.” Henry said. “Oh, that is easy. I have only known her for two days and I already love her.” Becca said. “Yeah, she does that to people.” Henry said and smiled. “Have a good day at work, she will be fine. We will let you know what the doctor says. Stacy will be here soon.” Becca said. “Thank you, Becca.” Henry said and turned to walk down the quiet hallway. Becca stood for a little while and looked at Madison sleeping and then at Sam and her mom wrapped up in each other’s arms. These girls were extraordinary, and she was going to miss them terribly when they went home. She took a deep breath and went back to her paperwork. She only had an hour to finish. Stacy walked in and looked down at Becca. She smiled as she saw her friend frantically doing her paperwork. She chuckled and Becca looked up at her. “Why do you always wait until the last minute?” Stacy said and Becca smiled. “It’s how I roll; you should know that by now.” Becca said and smiled. “Yeah, but I still hold onto hope. Anything cool happen overnight?” Stacy said. “The girls melted Hazel, she actually smiled and is wearing her hearing aids.” Becca said. “No shit, that old bat, I don’t believe it.” Stacy said. “You will see, she asked to see them again today.” Becca said and Stacy walked around the desk. “They are quite a pair.” Stacy said. “That is an understatement, I am going to really miss them.” Becca said and Stacy saw tears in her friend’s eyes. She put her hand on her shoulder. “Me too.” Stacy said and sat down to help her friend with the paperwork. Madison woke up and did not hear anything. The room felt quiet, she had no idea what time it was. She felt helpless again and then she was not sure how this was going to work. She would always need someone to help her. How did people do this? Would she ever be able to do anything for herself? She suddenly needed to go to the bathroom. She listened and heard no one and she had no idea where the button was to call someone. She started thinking about the room and the layout. Stacy walked into the room and saw Madison sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. She started to move forward to help her and then she saw her face. It was serious and determined. She stopped and watched Madison grab a handful of blanket and then slide to the floor. She landed on her feet and stabilized quickly. She saw her take a deep breath and then reach out towards the wall. Madison thought about the lady they met last night and then she thought about her grandmother. She missed her desperately and she could really use her right now. She never gave up on anything and Madison remembered her teaching her how to play games. She was a stickler that Madison learned the right way to play, and she would not ever let her quit. She wondered what she would say about this blind thing. She smiled as she knew exactly what her grandmother would say. “Get off your little ass and go to the bathroom, you know where it is, you spent enough time in their yesterday.” Madison grabbed the blanket and slid off the bed. Stacy put her hand to her mouth as she watched the young girl touch the wall and then shuffle slowly towards the bathroom. Stacy saw the cute pink socks with the lace, they were a definite upgrade over the yellow ones with the rubber buttons on the bottom. Madison ran her hand on the wall and then walked around the corner. Stacy walked in and looked. Madison moved towards the toilet, her right hand running over the counter. Stacy saw her find the toilet with her foot and then pull up her gown. The wonderful body appeared, and Madison sat down. Stacy heard the wonderful tinkling sound again and she felt a little shiver. Madison found the counter and made her way to the toilet. She sat and her bladder released instantly. She felt a surge of pride as she sat there. Maybe she could figure this out, but she didn’t want to get too excited, all she did was pee and it’s not like she had to walk very far. She started thinking about school and then she thought about running. She felt her tears move out of her eyes and run down her cheeks when she realized she would not be able to run anymore. She put her head in her hands and cried. Stacy felt so bad as she watched the girl start to cry. She couldn’t stand it anymore and she walked into the bathroom. “Madison, honey, what’s wrong?” Stacy said and knelt in front of her, putting her hands on Madison’s knees. “Stacy, what am I going to do? How can I go to school? I won’t be able to run anymore. I felt happy that I was able to find the bathroom but now I think that may be all I will be able to do.” Madison said and Stacy saw the pretty face with tears all over it. She hugged Madison. “Baby, you have to give yourself some time and some credit. It was a big deal that you were able to do this by yourself. Everything will work out, but you must be patient.” Stacy said and wiped the tears off the pretty face. “Ok, sorry for being such a mess.” Madison said and wiped her face. “You are entitled to be a mess for a little while.” Stacy said. Madison smiled at her nurse and then wiped her pussy with the toilet paper. Stacy watched and felt her own pussy start to warm up. “Do you want some help getting back to bed?” Stacy said and Madison nodded. Stacy took Madison’s hand and helped her stand. They walked back to the bed and Madison climbed back in bed. Stacy pulled up her covers and kissed Madison on the forehead. “Go back to sleep sweetie, it is still early.” Stacy whispered and Madison closed her eyes. Katie heard the alarm and rolled over and wrapped her arms around Brad. He hugged her and kissed her. “Good morning sexy.” Brad said. “Good morning, what time do you have to leave?” Katie said. “My first meeting is at 8:00 so I have to get going soon.” Brad said and smiled. Katie pouted. “Poopie, I was hoping we could snuggle for a little.” Katie said and ran her hand over his chest. “Just snuggle?” Brad said and smiled at her. “Well, these last few days have been rough, and I have cried a lot. I was hoping for a little pleasure before I start crying again.” Katie said. “That I have time for.” Brad said and turned towards her. Katie felt his lips touch hers and then his tongue shoot into her mouth. His hands moved to her waist and then under her t-shirt. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed her breast. He pulled back and looked at her as he massaged her breast. “I love you, Katie Thompson.” Brad said as he looked into her eyes. “Are you trying to make me cry already?” Katie said and Brad laughed. “Not at all, that is not a sad topic, it should make you smile.” Brad said. “Yes, it should, but my heart is so raw right now it feels like any kind of emotion brings the tears. I love you too by the way. I also love when you do that.” Katie said as he continued to rub her breast. Brad leaned over and kissed her again. He ran his hand down her tummy and then over her thigh. He moved his hand over her panties, and she spread her legs. He rubbed across the front and felt the heat through the cotton. He heard her groan and then he felt her hips move towards his hand. “Oh God, please, that feels so good.” Katie said and he pulled off the kiss. He slipped his hand inside her panties and moved across the smooth skin. He felt her wetness and slid his finger through her lips. She gasped and then moaned. He loved her little sounds and he moved down, sliding her panties down as he went. He pulled them off and threw them. He moved between her legs and held her thighs, she spread her legs wide, and he was looking at the promised land. He leaned over and kissed his wife’s beautiful pussy. “Fuck, you are so good at that.” Katie said as his tongue started to caress between her legs. “I live to serve.” Brad said and started licking her again. Brad loved her taste; he loved all women now that he thought of it. Her taste also brought comfort as well as excitement. That is what made it different than others. His mind immediately brought up the image of Madison with her legs spread before him and how she tasted. He did love her taste as well and she was different too. He was not sure why yet, but he hoped he would be able to do more research to discover the reason. He shoved his tongue deep inside his wife and sucked up more of her juices. “Holy fuck, I am close.” Katie said and grabbed his head. Brad felt her start to shake seconds after he heard her speak. He held onto her thighs and flicked his tongue across her clit as she vibrated. He knew she loved that. He held her until she slowed down and then he pulled his head up and looked at her. Her face and chest were red, and her hair was all over the place, covering half of her face. She looked beautiful. “Mister, you could make a living doing that.” Katie said. “Really, you want me to become a gigolo?” Brad said. “No way, that tongue is mine.” Katie said. “Only yours?” Brad said. “Mine and whoever I want to lend it to.” Katie said and smiled. “Ok, if you insist.” Brad said and she chuckled. “Like it was torture for you to go down on a certain little girl.” Katie said and Brad moved up beside her. “Do you think she will be ok?” Brad said. “No, no, no sadness until you finish breeding me.” Katie said and pushed him away. Brad slid between her legs and sunk his rock-hard cock deep into her. She groaned as he bottomed out. He grabbed her waist and started fucking her slow and deep. Her pussy was warm and wet and felt wonderful. He kept his pace for about 30 seconds before his mind started to wonder what Madison would feel like. He tried to refocus on Katie but when he looked up, he saw long dark hair and small breasts jiggling as his cock ripped in and out of a warm pussy. He blasted a load into his wife as he thought about a 14-yr-old girl. “Stay inside and hold me.” Katie said as he laid on her and wrapped his arms around her. “Trying to make it stick?” Brad said and smiled. “Yep, it was the first load, so it was massive.” Katie said. “How do you know it was massive?” Brad said. “Did you forget how many times you have almost drowned me or gave me a nice shower with your morning loads?” Katie said. “Oh yeah.” Brad said and Katie laughed. “I really have to get dressed.” Brad said. “Go, I have to get dressed as well, Aaron is picking me up at 7:00 and I have to take a shower. I don’t want to go to the hospital smelling like sex.” Katie said and slid to the edge of the bed. Brad loved the way her boobs bounced when she moved. He reached out and grabbed one of them. “I love these.” Brad said and held her breast. “I know, you have been obsessed since the first time you saw me.” Katie said and sat on the edge of the bed. “Oh God, I almost forgot how hot you were in that waitress uniform.” Brad said and Katie smiled. “You better let go if you want to make it to your meeting on time.” Katie said and Brad stood up. Katie watched him walk into the bathroom. She got up and pulled out some panties, socks and a t-shirt. She grabbed her jeans and tossed them all on the bed. She walked into the bathroom and sat down while her husband was in the shower. Aaron heard the alarm and turned it off. He looked over and Alex was sound asleep on her back. The sheet was on her flat tummy, so her wonderful breasts were just right there. He marveled at how pretty she was and thanked whatever entity brought her to him. He pushed some of her hair off her face and then ran his hand down to her breast. He touched it gently and she opened her eyes. “Good morning.” Alex said groggily as he gently squeezed her breast. “Good morning, beautiful.” Aaron said. “I love the sound of that, never stop saying it.” Alex said. “Don’t worry about that.” Aaron said and leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “You are a good waker up person.” Alex said. “Thank you. I have to pick up Katie at 7:00, I am going to jump in the shower.” Aaron said. “Want some company?” Alex said and smiled. “If you come in there, I will be late for sure.” Aaron said. “I promise to be good.” Alex said. “That is what I am worried about.” Aaron said and stood up. Alex held out her hand and Aaron pulled her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he held her firm ass in his hands. He walked her into the bathroom and turned on the shower as she held onto him. He got the water the right temperature and walked into the shower carrying her, turning her back to the water. “Hmm, that feels good. I love this.” Alex said. “Yeah, you fit good.” Aaron said and kissed her. “You do too.” Alex said and smiled. Aaron lowered her to the ground, and she grabbed a washcloth. He stood as his pretty girlfriend washed his body gently. He groaned as she slid her mouth over his cock as she washed his balls and thighs. She took most of him inside and then pulled back slowly, kissing his head. She looked up and smiled. She finished washing his legs and then his feet. She stood up and looked at him. He took her in his arms and kissed her. “You are all clean now, you just have one more thing to do and you can go.” Alex said and turned around, putting her hands on the wall. Aaron looked down at her firm ass and reached out to touch it. She moaned and stuck it out farther. He moved closer and pushed his cock between her cheeks. He moved it around and found her warm lips. He slid it in slowly and she moaned. “God, I will never get tired of this.” Alex said. “Good, because I was looking forward to fucking you for another 50 years or so.” Aaron said. Alex thought about what he said as his wonderful cock moved in and out of her small body. Could she be with this man for her entire life? She felt him push against her as he bottomed out. He was an amazing lover and a sweet, kind man. He pushed in again. He was also a great protector and she felt very safe with him. He pushed against her tight butt again and she felt him touch places inside her that no one else ever had. She tried to think of a reason not to be with him and the only thing she could think of was the strange looks they got sometimes from the hillbillies when they walked together. That huge cock pushed in her again and she realized that she could put up with however many looks they got if this cock could be in her. “You are amazing, I love you.” Alex said and Aaron drilled deep inside her and groaned. Alex felt her man shiver and inject a large amount of cum inside her. He pulled out slowly and hugged her, pulling her back into his chest. He held onto her boobs and kissed her neck. “You need to go before I make you do that again.” Alex said. “You have a great day. I love you.” Aaron said. “I will now. I will see you at the hospital after work. Let me know how they are doing.” Alex said. “I will.” Aaron said and stepped out of the shower, slapping her butt on the way out. Barry Jones sipped his coffee as he watched his favorite video. He tried to stay away from his computer, but he could not resist, he was weak. Madison was walking into her room wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another. He loved seeing her in a towel, he remembered when she was in his kitchen in a towel, his cock was hard as that image moved across his head. She dropped her towel on the bed and he saw those wonderful little boobs jiggle. They were firm and full and looked amazing on her small frame. He wondered how the boys at school didn’t lose their minds, but then they didn’t get to see them like this. He watched her tight little ass as she searched in her drawer. He would never get tired of watching this. He moved his hand over his cock as she pulled out those pink panties and bra. He had seen those on her in real life. She tossed the underwear on the bed and moved to her closet. Her smooth pussy peeked at him from between her legs as she turned. He loved the resolution on this camera. She held out the white shirt and he recognized it as one of Henry’s. She pulled out the red checkered skirt and he coated his hand with his cream. He reached for the Kleenex as his guilt hit him hard. He closed the screen and got up to walk to his porch. He finished his first cup of coffee on his swing, praying that Madison would be ok. Aaron picked up Katie and they rode most of the way in silence. She looked over at him and he looked worried. “She will be fine you know, even if she doesn’t get her sight back.” Katie said. “No, she won’t. She is too full of life and is poised to do so many great things. Blindness will stop her from doing some of those things. She will be able to do stuff but not everything she would be able to do with sight.” Aaron said, continuing to look forward. Katie opened her mouth to say something and then closed it when she realized he was right. She suddenly felt sad again and she fought back tears. She felt his hand reach over and take hers. “I am sorry Katie; I didn’t mean to make you sad. I am just so frustrated and angry.” Aaron said. “I understand and I feel the same way, in addition to feeling helpless.” Katie said. “If he makes bail, they will never find his body.” Aaron said. “I should be shocked by that, but I am not.” Katie said and looked at him. They rode the rest of the way to the hospital, holding hands and trying not to break down before they even saw Madison. Madison heard movement and she moved her head. “Good morning, sweetie.” Stacy said as she double checked the machines. “Good morning, Stacy.” Madison said softly. “How do you feel today?” Stacy said. “Sad and scared.” Madison said in a little voice. Stacy felt her heart hurt a little. She took Madison’s hand and sat on the bed. “Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry. I am still holding out hope for you, I have seen so many miracles and you certainly deserve one.” Stacy said and pushed a lock of hair off the pretty face. “Thank you, Stacy. I am trying to stay positive, but it is so hard. I feel lost and alone.” Madison said. “You are not lost and definitely not alone. You have the largest posse I have ever seen in here.” Stacy said and smiled. Madison did not smile. “I know and I am happy about that, I just can’t fight back those feelings when everything is just black.” Madison said and squeezed Stacy’s hand. “They are real feelings, and you know why you have them. Try to accept them and then focus on the things that are good. It will help you and make it easier to get through the day.” Stacy said. “Yeah, that is what Sam keeps saying. I am trying.” Madison said. “Sam is a smart girl, in addition to being very pretty.” Stacy said and Madison did smile. “There’s that pretty smile, you light up the room with that, please do not lose it.” Stacy said. “You are a great nurse.” Madison said. “Why thank you sweet girl. You in the mood for some chocolate milk?” Stacy said. “Always.” Madison said and smiled again. “Coming up. Oh, oh, posse alert, we have company.” Stacy said as she saw Katie and Aaron walk in. “Thank you, Stacy, who’s here?” Madison said and then she felt someone take her hand and then kiss her cheek. She recognized the smell immediately and the soft lips. “Good morning, Katie.” Madison said. “Good morning, sweetie. Aaron is here also.” Katie said. Madison felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned her head. “Good morning, Aaron, how is Alex?” Madison said. “She is good, she sends her love, and she will be here after work.” Aaron said. “Good. Thank you for coming.” Madison said and turned back towards Katie. Aaron kept his hand on her shoulder, he felt calmer when he was touching her. He rubbed her shoulder, and he felt her move towards him, and her small hand move on top of his. His heart felt a little lighter. “Stacy, has the doctor come by yet?” Katie said. “No ma’am, he usually makes rounds closer to 8:00.” Stacy said. “Ok, good. How is Sam?” Katie said. “She is doing great; I am pretty sure they will release her today.” Stacy said and Madison moved her head towards Stacy. “You are doing great as well. I heard you made it to the bathroom by yourself this morning.” Stacy said. “Oh, print the trophy.” Madison said. “Hey, give yourself some credit. That is a key factor with the doctors, self-sufficiency. Physically, you are fine, they just want to know you have the desire to keep fighting.” Stacy said. Madison thought of her grandmother again when she heard Stacy. She knew she would not be happy with her self-pity routine. “I will be back in a little while with some magic milk. That will make you feel better.” Stacy said. “Thank you, Stacy, I am sorry I am being so difficult.” Madison said. “Baby girl, I think it is impossible for you to be difficult. I will be right back.” Stacy said and left the room. “Katie, I am trying so hard, but I feel so alone, I can’t tell when anyone is around, and it is driving me insane.” Madison said. “That is not true, you know when someone is around. You knew it was me before I even said a word.” Katie said. “Yeah, you smell nice.” Madison said. “You also figured out who everybody was yesterday.” Katie said. “Yeah, some of them I knew by smell and the others it was by touch.” Madison said. “There, that is what we can work on, adjusting to letting your other senses tell you things. You are doing it already; you just have to focus a little bit, and it will be even better.” Katie said. “Ok, I can do that.” Madison said. “That’s my girl.” Katie said and kissed her on the cheek. “I miss your kisses.” Madison said softly. “You will get plenty of those when you get out of here.” Katie said. “Yours too. Will I get more of those?” Madison said and turned her head towards Aaron. “Yes, ma’am, but you will have to fight Alex for them.” Aaron said. “Not a problem, Alex will be on my side. You will not have a chance.” Madison said and Aaron laughed. Madison felt something on the bed, and she listened closely and took a deep breath. “Good morning, pretty girl.” Madison said as Sam crawled up next to her. “How did you know?” Sam said as she snuggled up to Madison’s back. She rubbed Aaron’s hand as it sat on Madison’s shoulder. “Good morning, Sam.” Aaron said as he looked down at the cute blonde. “Good morning, Aaron. I am going to be wanting some of those kisses as well.” Sam said and turned towards him. “I am in so much trouble.” Aaron said and both girls giggled. Katie felt herself smile as she heard the laughter. Every time she heard those laughs, she felt hope wash through her body. She looked up as Stacy walked back in the room, carrying two cartons of milk. “I like hearing that, time for some magic milk, it will bring even more laughter.” Stacy said and handed the milks to Katie. “Yay.” Madison said and started to sit up. Sam helped her and they both sat side by side in the bed. The girls drank their chocolate milk and giggled. Katie walked into the hallway and to the nurse’s desk. “Stacy, do you think Madison will be released today?” Katie said. “Yeah, I do. Her numbers look good. Dr. Lystrom has already signed off, we are just waiting for Dr. Jeffery to see her and release her. He just wants to make sure the eyes are still tracking properly and there is no more pain.” Stacy said. “Thank you, what about Sam?” Katie said. “She is definitely going home. Dr. Freytag and Dr. Lystrom have both signed off. We are just holding the paperwork until we see what happens with Madison.” Stacy said and smiled. “Thank you again. It will break both of their hearts if we separate them.” Katie said. “I figured that, so we will just have to strong arm Dr. Jeffery.” Stacy said and Katie laughed. “Excuse me.” A small voice said, and they both turned to see a young woman standing there. She looked tired but she was smiling. She had on a flannel shirt and jeans. “Yes, ma’am. Can I help you?” Stacy said. “I am Hazel’s granddaughter, Rebecca.” She said and Stacy stood up. “Oh my, nice to meet you. What can I do to help?” Stacy said and walked around the desk. “I am looking for a little blind girl.” Rebecca said and Katie looked at her. “You mean Madison?” Stacy said. “Does she have a blonde friend?” Rebecca said. “Yes, she does. Come with me.” Stacy said and walked towards the girl’s room. Rebecca followed Stacy into the room, and she saw two young girls sitting up in the bed drinking chocolate milk. Stacy walked up next to the bed, Rebecca behind her. “Madison, Sam, this is Rebecca. She is Hazel’s granddaughter.” Stacy said and moved to the side. Sam looked at the young girl and Madison moved her head, listening. “Hi, Hazel is very nice.” Sam said and Rebecca started crying. Katie walked up and hugged her, rubbing her back as she cried. The girls looked confused as well as Aaron. Rebecca calmed down and wiped her face with a Kleenex that Katie gave her. “Thank you.” Rebecca said to Katie and turned towards the girls. “Sorry girls, it has been an emotional morning. My grandmother has not been very nice for a long time. My grandfather died two years ago, and it hit her hard. Then my dad died last year, her son, and she totally withdrew. She has not talked to any of us since then.” Rebecca said and blew her nose. “Honey, I am so sorry.” Katie said and hugged her. “No, this is a happy story. You see, I got a call at 6:00 this morning from her. She said she wanted to see me. I rushed over and she told me she was sorry for everything and that she wanted to spend time with me and my family. I have a 10-month-old that she has never met.” Rebecca said and sniffled again. “Rebecca, that is wonderful.” Stacy said. “Yes, and she is wearing her hearing aids. She stopped wearing those when my grandpa died. That in itself is a miracle. I asked her what happened, and she said she was visited by a blind girl and her blonde friend. She didn’t remember the names, so I thought she probably had a dream or was confused or something. She insisted that it was true and told me to ask the nurse.” Rebecca said and walked to the bed and sat down. She took Madison’s hand and Madison moved her head towards her. “Girls, I don’t know what you did but I want to thank you for giving me back my grandma. You have no idea how important this is for me. She is the only grandparent I have left. Thank you so much.” Rebecca said and started sobbing. Katie walked up and hugged her again, her own tears flowing down her face. Aaron felt his throat tighten and then his face was streaked with tears. Stacy stood at the end of the bed and wiped her face. Sam reached over and grabbed Rebecca’s hand. Rebecca looked up and smiled as she continued to cry. Katie reached over and pulled another Kleenex and handed it to Rebecca. “Thank you again, I am so sorry I am such a mess.” Rebecca said. “Honey, you let it go, we have soaked this room many times already, your tears will just add to our collection.” Katie said and rubbed Rebecca’s shoulder. “Rebecca, that is my mom.” Madison said and Rebecca looked back. “You have an angel for a daughter.” Rebecca said. “Thank you.” Katie said and tried to keep her composure. “My mom is over there; she is very tired.” Sam said and they looked at Sarah, still asleep in the bed. “This is our friend Aaron.” Madison said and turned her head towards Aaron. Rebecca looked up at the huge black man and nodded. “It is so nice to meet all of you. Would you like to meet my family? Hazel is asking for you.” Rebecca said. “Yes.” Madison and Sam said together. Rebecca laughed and wiped her face again. “Good, can we go now?” Rebecca said and looked at Stacy. “Absolutely, Katie and Aaron can bring the girls. I have to go and get the breakfasts.” Stacy said. “Great, again, I am so happy, and I want to thank you two again.” Rebecca said and squeezed their hands. “You are welcome.” Sam said. They climbed out of bed and Sam took Madison’s hand. They followed Rebecca to Hazel’s room, Katie and Aaron following, Katie holding onto Aaron’s arm as they walked. The girls walked into the room and Sam saw there was a baby sitting on the bed with Hazel. A young man was standing next to the bed, smiling. “There are my angels.” Hazel said and Rebecca sniffled again. Sam led Madison to the side of the bed and Hazel took Madison’s hand. She pulled her closer and hugged her. Madison put her arms around Hazel and hugged her back. It felt nice. Hazel broke the hug and then hugged Sam. She pulled back and looked at them both. “Thank you, girls, for helping a stubborn old lady see the light. This is my great-granddaughter, Grace.” Hazel said and brought Madison’s hand to the baby, putting it on her leg. “Madison, go ahead and look at her. She is ticklish though.” Hazel said and Madison put her other hand on the baby’s other leg. Madison felt the little feet and toes and then moved her hands up the pudgy legs. She felt the diaper and then moved her hands to the side and then up to her arms. She ran her hands down the arms and felt the small hands and fingers. The baby giggled and Madison smiled. She moved her hands to the small shoulders and then up the neck. She gently touched her face, the tiny ears, and felt the soft hair on her head. She turned her head to Hazel. “She is beautiful.” Madison said. “Yes, my sweet girl, she certainly is.” Hazel said and hugged Madison again. She held Madison and started to cry. Madison wrapped her arm around Hazel’s shoulder and held her. Everyone in the room was wiping their eyes and grabbing for Kleenex as Hazel cried on Madison’s shoulder. Katie squeezed Aaron’s arm and let her tears flow. She was amazed at how these girls could bring happiness to people without even knowing. They were indeed special, and she rubbed her belly, hoping her own child would have that magic as well. “Oh girls, I am so rude. This is my grandson-in-law, Justin.” Hazel said and motioned to the man holding the baby gently as she played with her great-grandmother. “Nice to meet you girls, I want to thank you as well. Grace finally got to meet her great-grandmother and you were the reason. We are forever in your debt.” Justin said in a very deep voice. Katie squeezed Aaron’s arm again. “Nice to meet you, Justin. I am Sam and this is Madison. That is our friend Aaron and Madison’s ... mom, Katie.” Sam said and smiled at Katie. Justin moved over and shook Aaron’s hand. He shook Katie’s hand and looked at her. “Thank you for having an amazing daughter.” Justin said and squeezed her hand. Katie nodded as she could not talk without starting to cry again. Justin nodded as he saw her struggle. He hugged her and she wrapped an arm around him. “Hazel, breakfast time. The girls should go back and eat too.” Stacy said, carrying a tray. “Party pooper.” Hazel said and Stacy laughed. “They can come back and see you after they eat. Also, the doctor needs to see Madison and he should be making rounds in about 15 minutes.” Stacy said. “Fine, girls, you have to come back and see me again before you leave.” Hazel said. “Yes ma’am.” Madison said and Hazel smiled. Hazel pulled Madison close and kissed her on the cheek. She pulled Sam and kissed her cheek as well. “My two little angels, well now I have three.” Hazel said and tickled Grace on the tummy. Grace giggled and everybody smiled. “Nice meeting you all, we will definitely be back.” Katie said. “Nice to meet you too, thank you so much for these two.” Hazel said. “My mom is asleep in my room; she will come next time.” Sam said. “I would love to meet her.” Hazel said. Madison walked out of Hazel’s room feeling the best she had felt in a long time, well, right before the punch that changed her life. She held Sam’s hand, but she felt like she knew this hallway. They walked back into their room, and she climbed into her bed, Sam right beside her. Sarah woke up when the girls returned to the room. She watched them crawl into the bed and Katie and Aaron walk in. She looked at Katie and Katie smiled at her and walked over to her. Katie took her hand. “Katie, are you there?” Madison said. “Yes, sweetie, right here.” Katie said. She helped Sarah stand and then they walked next to the bed, Katie touching Madison’s arm. “Will I be able to go back to my school or will I have to go to a new one?” Madison said. “I don’t know, we will have to investigate that.” Katie said. “Ok, I really want to get back to school. I miss my friends, except for this one.” Madison said and pulled Sam closer, kissing her on the cheek. “So, you are feeling a little better about your future?” Katie said. “Yeah, I guess so, Hazel made me realize I can still help people and change things even without my eyes.” Madison said. “Baby, that is wonderful. We have been trying to tell you that, you are special and not because of your eyes.” Katie said. “I know, and I was being stubborn and feeling sorry for myself.” Madison said. “There’s my girl, welcome back.” Katie said and Madison smiled. “Good morning, momma. How do you feel?” Sam said. “Much better honey, how are you?” Sarah said. “I feel great, Stacy said the doctor might send me home today, but I want to wait and see what Madison’s doctor says.” Sam said. “Breakfast time.” Stacy said and walked in with two trays. She put them on the small rolling table and pushed it over to the bed. “Good, I am starved.” Madison said. “That’s a good sign. Also, I saw Dr. Jefferey at the end of the hall, he should be in here soon.” Stacy said. “Stacy, can we visit all the other patients again today?” Madison said. “Sure, sweetie, you can help me deliver lunch.” Stacy said. “Goodie, I liked that last night.” Madison said. “Yeah, you sure had a big impact on Miss Hazel. By the way, Mr. Pettigrew woke up this morning.” Stacy said. “What? He did?” Madison said. “Yes, he did, and he is doing good. He is telling his family he had a dream about two ghosts that visited him last night, know anything about that?” Stacy said and Katie looked at the girls. “Yeah, I might have whispered something to him and kissed him on the cheek.” Madison said and Katie fought back the tears again. “I figured you guys had something to do with that.” Stacy said and smiled. Stacy walked out and shook her head, those two girls had single-handily changed the course of two of her patients. She would not be surprised if they healed Frank’s leg today. She sat at her desk and checked her readings. Madison and Sam ate their breakfast as Aaron left to get everyone coffee. Katie sat on Sarah’s bed. “Sarah, how are you feeling?” Katie said and Sarah looked at the girls. “I am fine.” Sarah said. “I think you are lying.” Katie said and Sarah looked at her. Katie was smiling at her and she felt like Katie was really interested in how she felt. Sarah took a deep breath. “My shoulder is really hurting; I am having trouble sleeping.” Sarah said. “And what else?” Katie said and took her hand. “Sometimes when I take a deep breath or turn quickly there is a sharp pain in my chest. I am worried about that, but I need to make sure the girls are ok before I worry about myself.” Sarah said. “I am going to disagree with you. Sam needs you and you cannot be there for her if you are hurt.” Katie said. “Katie, it doesn’t feel right.” Sarah said and Katie took her hand. “Sarah, what happened to the girls is not your fault. You did the best you can, but this was his fault and only his. You are a victim as well as them.” Katie said and smiled at Sarah. “Thank you, Katie. I feel so guilty, and I guess I have been punishing myself.” Sarah said. “You think? I am going to get a doctor in here and you are going to be honest with them. I need you to promise me.” Katie said. “Ok, I can do that.” Sarah said and looked at the girls again. They were giggling about something as they drank their milk. “You see, they are going to be fine. Now you have to start healing.” Katie said. “Ok.” Sarah said and dropped her head. “Also, you and Sam will be staying with us for as long as I think you need. You have to accept that as well, ok?” Katie said. “Yes, ma’am.” Sarah said and Katie laughed. Katie hugged her gently and Sarah realized that this was the first time an adult had hugged her in a long time. “Momma, do you want our biscuits? There is strawberry jelly.” Sam said. “You bet.” Sarah said and Katie helped her stand. Sarah walked slowly over to the bed and sat. She picked up a knife and sliced a biscuit. Her sweet daughter smiled at her and handed her the jelly. Dr. Jeffery took a breath before he walked into Madison’s room. This case made him sad. This poor girl lost her sight defending her friend from a horrible man. He was also frustrated because there was no medical reason that her eyes were not functioning. The optic nerve was not damaged, it just didn’t want to engage. He wished he could figure this one out, she deserved it. He stepped into the room and saw everyone laughing. He had to smile. “Well, there seems to be a lot of positive energy in here today.” Dr. Jeffery said and everyone looked. “Good morning doctor.” The two girls said in unison and then started laughing. “I don’t think I have ever been so happy to be laughed at.” Dr. Jeffery said and they laughed again. He walked to the side of the bed nearest Madison, and she turned towards him. He saw her eyes track to him, but they did not focus. His heart dropped. He pulled out his flashlight and shined it in her eyes. Her pupils dilated slightly, that was encouraging. “Madison, can you keep your head still and look towards your mom?” Dr. Jefferey said and Madison looked towards Katie, unable to see Katie’s eyes glistening. “Ok, look the other way.” Dr. Jefferey said and watched her eyes move slowly. “Good, they are tracking perfectly, the repairs to your optic floor were successful.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Doctor, why can’t I see anything?” Madison said. “Honey, I have to be honest, I do not know. Everything is working except your optic nerve just doesn’t seem to be responding. It is not damaged so I think when it engages you will regain full sight.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Do you know why it is not responding?” Madison said. “My only theory is that the trauma of the surgery caused it to disengage.” Dr. Jefferey said. “So how do I get it to engage? Can I have another surgery?” Madison said. “No honey, I wish it was that easy.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Me too. Can I at least go home?” Madison said. “Yes, I see no reason why you cannot go home today.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Doctor, can we make sure and stay until after lunch, there are some people we need to see.” Madison said and Dr. Jefferey laughed. “I think this is the first time a patient ever asked me to send them home slowly.” Dr. Jefferey said and the girls both laughed. Dr. Jefferey looked at Katie and moved his head towards the door. Katie got up and followed him into the hallway. They stopped right outside the door. “Mrs. Thompson, what I told Madison is true, I don’t know why the nerve will not engage. However, I am confident that something will happen that will snap it back.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Like what?” Katie said. “It could be anything, something so small as a laugh or a sneeze or a scare. Anything that is a little shocking to her system. I wouldn’t go around scaring her though.” He said and smiled. “Doc, do you really think it will be that easy?” Katie said. “I wouldn’t call it easy; she has obviously been laughing a lot lately and nothing has happened. I just think it could happen at any time, there is no reason it is not working so I really think this will be short term.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Thank you doctor for taking such good care of her. I know you are frustrated as much as we are.” Katie said. “Yes, you are right about that. She seems to be a very special girl and obviously has impacted a lot of people in the short time she has been here.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Yes, that is true.” Katie said. “I do want to see her in a week in my office regardless of what happens.” Dr. Jefferey said. “Ok, thanks, we will have her there.” Katie said and they both heard loud laughter from the room. Dr. Jefferey smiled and walked away, realizing he did have other patients. Katie walked back in the room and Sarah was still sitting on the bed with the girls, all three of them laughing. She felt something behind her and then saw a huge black hand hold a cup of coffee in front of her. She moved back and felt his strong body. She sighed and realized she missed his touches and that wonderful cock. She looked up at Aaron. “Thanks.” Katie said and pushed her butt against him. “You are welcome.” Aaron said and felt his cock start to harden. “I miss that.” Katie said. “He misses you too.” Aaron said. “Alex not giving it enough attention?” Katie said. “Oh no, that is not a problem. However, even when you have wonderful champagne you still want to taste a different brand. It doesn’t make the original taste any different.” Aaron said. “You are a lucky man that your champagnes get along with each other.” Katie said and Aaron laughed. “Yeah, that is very true.” Aaron said. Katie took another coffee from him and smiled. She couldn’t wait to confirm her pregnancy so she could get a hold of that black cock again. She smiled when she thought of how excited Brad would be to watch. She loved the men in her life. She turned and brought the coffee to Sarah. Madison and Sam finished their breakfasts and pushed the table away from the bed. Katie started gathering the trash and pulled the table farther away. Madison realized she had to go to the bathroom again. She started to slide off the bed. “Where are you going, rock star?” Sam said as her blind friend stood next to the bed. “Bathroom, but I want to try and get there by myself. Can you come with me and help, but only if I fall or something?” Madison said. “Yep, bathroom escort at your service.” Sam said and Madison giggled. Madison shuffled into the bathroom, holding the wall and then the sink. Sam followed, amazed at how easily Madison navigated the walk. Madison lifted her gown and sat down. Sam closed the door, knelt and put her hands on Madison’s knees. “Rock star, you are amazing, and incredibly beautiful.” Sam said and Madison smiled. Sam heard the tinkle of the water and she looked down at Madison’s smooth pussy as the urine flowed out of it. She had a flashback of her daddy and the other man peeing on her in the bathtub at the motel. She shivered when she thought about it, but she wasn’t sure if the shiver was good or bad. “Do you like watching me pee?” Madison said, smiling. “I haven’t told you everything about the things my daddy did, but he peed on me.” Sam said softly. “Seriously? Did that freak you out?” Madison said. “Yes, but mainly because it was daddy and another mean man.” Sam said. “A stranger did that to you too?” Madison said. “Yes, we have a lot to talk about when we get out of here. I had to tell the police and now I want to tell my best friend. It feels good to talk about it, like it gets easier every time I say it.” Sam said. “Then I am here for you, my ears still work great.” Madison said and Sam hugged her. “I love you.” Sam said into Madison’s neck as she held her. Madison wrapped her arms around her friend. “I love you two pretty girl, even if you like watching me pee.” Madison said and Sam laughed. Sam pulled back and kissed Madison on the lips gently. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth and Madison opened her lips. Sam moved her tongue over Madison’s lips and then inside her mouth. She felt Madison’s tongue meet hers and she pulled her closer as they kissed. “I missed those kisses.” Madison said. “Me too, in fact my plan is to kiss all over your cute body the first chance I get when we get out of here.” Sam said. “That sounds like fun.” Madison said. “We could start now.” Sam said and ran her hands up to caress Madison’s breasts. Madison moaned as her friend touched her. “That feels so good.” Madison said and leaned back. Sam lifted the gown and moved forward, taking a stiff nipple into her mouth. She licked and sucked, and she felt Madison put her hand on the back of her head. She moved to the other nipple and bit it gently. She heard Madison take a quick breath. She moved her hand down and touched the smooth pussy of her friend as she snacked on her nipple. She slipped her fingers through her soft lips, and she felt the wetness starting as Madison started to breath faster. Madison loved it when Sam kissed her nipples. She held onto her friend’s head and leaned back. She felt Sam touch her pussy and her mind reeled as she felt the electricity as she sat on the toilet. It was confusing to her, but the pleasure soon overwhelmed her as her friend controlled her body. Sam kissed down her belly and then she felt her kissing her thighs as she spread her legs. Madison felt her pussy open and then Sam’s tongue touched her. Sam felt Madison lurch when she touched her open pussy with her tongue. Her pussy tasted different, but she loved it, she was pretty sure she would always love the taste of Madison’s pussy. She licked her friend and then flicked her tongue over the small clit. Madison shivered and Sam sucked the little button and clamped down on it with her lips. Madison lost it and Sam held her friend as she came sitting on the toilet in the hospital bathroom. “You are as weird as me.” Madison said as she let go of Sam’s head. “Yep, that’s why we are such good friends.” Sam said and took Madison’s hand and kissed it. Madison touched Sam’s face and felt moisture. She ran her fingers over her cheeks and then touched her lips, Sam kissing her fingers as she touched her. Sam sucked one of her fingers into her mouth and Madison moaned. She pulled her finger slowly out of Sam’s mouth. “Your face is wet, is that me?” Madison said. “Yes, ma’am, you should taste it, it is marvelous.” Sam said and Madison giggled. “Someone is very excited.” Madison said. “You think? I have been wanting to kiss you since we got here and then when that man touched my butt and legs last night it felt like his fingers were on fire.” Sam said. “I know, he touched my back and then the top of my butt. His fingers felt hot, and they felt really good. Is it him or are we just going crazy in here?” Madison said. “I think it might be a combination, but I think I want to visit him again before we leave.” Sam said. “Sounds like a plan to me. Do you mind if I get off the toilet, now?” Madison said and Sam laughed. Madison grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself out of habit, but she felt like Sam already took care of that. She would have to ask her about that later. She felt Sam take her hand and help her to stand. She felt Sam’s arms and then she was in a hug again. She wrapped her arms around her friend and held her for a little while. Katie helped Sarah back to her bed and then walked out to the desk to tell Stacy about Sarah’s pain. She walked back in, and Sarah was asleep again. She pulled the sheet up to cover her and pushed some hair off Sarah’s face. The girls were still in the bathroom, and she smiled, she could only imagine what was going on in there. Aaron sat and watched Katie take care of Sarah. He was amazed at how motherly she had become lately. For the longest time she was just the trophy wife that needed as much cock as you could give her. He had fucked her in the car, his apartment and even over her kitchen table while Brad sat and drank his coffee. How she had transformed to what he was watching was a mystery to him and then he saw movement to his left and he saw two cute girls walk out of the bathroom in gowns that let him see their little bodies easily. He looked back at Katie and figured those two had a lot to do with her new identity. He was still looking forward to fucking her again as soon as Brad finished breeding her, pussy like that was addicting. “Where is Aaron?” Madison said as they walked out of the bathroom. “He is sitting in the chair.” Sam said and led her friend towards Aaron. Madison reached out and Aaron took her hand. She climbed onto his lap, and he wrapped a big arm around her as she snuggled against his chest. Sam stood next to the chair and Aaron put his other arm around her and pulled her closer. She put her hand on his shoulder as he held her. “I miss you Aaron and thank you again for saving me.” Madison said. “Little one, you and Sam are the heroes in this story.” Aaron said. “He would have hurt us more if you had not saved us.” Madison said and Aaron kissed her on the top of her head. Aaron felt Sam move closer and then she kissed him on the cheek. “You did save us; my daddy was really mad, and I know he was going to hurt me more.” Sam said. Aaron looked at her face and she was not smiling. She looked scared suddenly and he felt his anger rise. He regretted not snapping her father’s neck when he had the chance. “I promise he won’t hurt you anymore.” Aaron said and she smiled. She hugged his head, and he felt her small breasts against his cheek. Stacy walked in and saw the girls draped all over Aaron. She thought it looked interesting to see a huge black man covered with two little white girls. These girls had her so wound up everything she saw looked sexual. This scene wasn’t too hard to imagine something hot coming out of it. She walked over to Katie. “I talked to Ortho; they never saw her. They are coming in a little while to look at her here.” Stacy said as she looked down at Sarah sleeping. “Thank you, Stacy, she is in a lot of pain, and she won’t say anything.” Katie said. “Mother bear syndrome.” Stacy said and Katie looked at her. “What is that?” Katie said. “When a child gets hurt, the parents, usually the mom, go into protection mode and ignore anything they are feeling while their child is in pain. Then when the child is better, we find out how serious the injuries to the parent are.” Stacy said. “Yeah, she definitely had that, and then a lot of guilt poured on top when she found out what happened to Sam.” Katie said. “That was horrible, I cannot imagine what they went through.” Stacy said. Katie took a deep breath and looked down at her new friend. She felt some guilt as well for not seeing the situation earlier. She heard laughter and looked over to see the girls draped all over Aaron and all of them laughing. “They sure do love him.” Stacy said. “Yes, we all do, he is a big teddy bear that is a great protector and friend.” Katie said. “It is cute.” Stacy said. Katie watched Sam hug Aaron and she smiled. She loved seeing the girls loving on him, she knew what he was going through lately and this will make him feel a lot better. Madison looked like she was being swallowed by his arm and body as she snuggled into his lap. Katie saw a smile on Madison’s face, and she realized that she probably needed this as well. Everyone needs their Aaron time. Becca walked into the room and saw Aaron holding both girls. It looked really cute, and she stopped next to them. Sam looked at her and Becca felt her heart shiver. Sam held out her hand and Becca took the small hand in hers. “I have to go home; you guys will probably be gone when I come back so I came to say goodbye.” Becca said. Sam moved towards Becca and hugged her. Becca felt the small tight body against hers and she knew tomorrow was going to suck around here. She kissed Sam on the top of the head and tried to memorize her smell. She took a deep breath and Sam broke the hug. “You are the best nurse I have ever had.” Sam said. “How many nurses have you had?” Becca said and smiled. Sam smiled and hugged her again. “Madison, you keep your head up and I have a feeling you will get your miracle.” Becca said. “Thanks Becca, I will miss you.” Madison said. “Not as much as I am going to miss you guys.” Becca said. “Hey, Bec, do you need anything before you leave?” Stacy said. “To put this one in my trunk maybe?” Becca said and Sam laughed. “That can be arranged.” Stacy said and Sam looked at her. “I wish, but no, I am good, you should be all set. The charts are updated, and things are way different then yesterday.” Becca said. “Tell me about it, Hazel is like a different person. It is weird.” Stacy said. “Well, we know what happened there.” Becca said and kissed the top of Sam’s head again. “Yes, we do. I will see you tonight.” Stacy said. “Yeah, have a good day.” Becca said. “Becca, can I walk with you a little on your way out?” Sam said and Becca looked down to see a cute face looking up at her. “Sure, kid. Let’s go.” Becca said and took her hand. “Madison, he is all yours for a few minutes.” Sam said and Madison smiled. Becca walked out of the room holding Sam’s hand. Stacy and Katie looked at each other. “They are like an infection; they get into your heart.” Katie said and Stacy nodded. “I need to go check on Ortho and I do have a couple of other patients.” Stacy said. “I am so sorry; we are sucking up all your time.” Katie said. “No worries, I don’t mind at all. Hazel is happy with her family and Pettigrew is awake and talking to his wife. Frank might be getting a little cranky, I will have to check on him.” Stacy said and walked to the door. “I will let you know what Ortho says, we will make sure they see her today before the girls leave.” Stacy said. “Thank you, Stacy.” Katie said and Stacy left the room. Katie looked down at Aaron and he was smiling as he held Madison on his lap. “Comfortable?” Katie said. “Very.” Aaron said. “I am going to get some more coffee; do you want one?” Katie said. “Yeah, that would be good, that first one went down fast.” Aaron said and Katie walked out. Aaron looked down at Madison and she turned her head to him. He felt sad as he saw her eyes staring off over his shoulder. He put his hand on her cheek. “This feels nice, are you comfortable? Do you want to get back in bed?” Aaron said. “Nope, I want to stay right here.” Madison said and wiggled more into his chest. “Good.” Aaron said and hugged her head against his chest. “You know, I am still going to be after you, have you ever been with a blind girl?” Madison said. “No, I can’t say that I have.” Aaron said. “Do you think you would want to?” Madison said softly. “More than you can imagine, I just don’t want to hurt you.” Aaron said. “What makes you think you will hurt me?” Madison said. “First of all, you are very small, and I am very big.” Aaron said. “I am well aware of how big you are, remember?” Madison said. “Yes, I will never forget that.” Aaron said and saw the image of her looking at him with his cock in her mouth. That is a memory that will never fade, he thought. “So, we will make another memory for you and a much better one for me.” Madison said. “You are anything if not persistent.” Aaron said. “No, I just want to have sex with someone that loves me for a change.” Madison said. Aaron felt his chest tighten and he squeezed her. He heard her take a deep breath. He knew it was just a matter of time now, he felt like he was in her trap, and she wasn’t going to let him go. He leaned his head back in the chair and just held her. Katie walked back in the room and saw that Aaron and Madison were both asleep as well as Sarah. Sam was still gone, she figured that Becca’s goodbye was going a little long. She sat on Madison’s bed and looked at them asleep in the chair. She sipped her coffee as she thought of how much her life had changed the last couple of months. She went from a shallow girl that loved the fancy life to sitting in a hospital room with two young girls and possibly a life growing inside her. She took another sip and thought about how she wouldn’t change a thing. Becca looked down at the young girl in her arms and wondered what she was doing. They were standing in a small waiting room near the elevator. No one else was in the room and Sam was hugging her again. She sat in a chair and Sam sat on her lap. She put a hand on a smooth warm thigh and felt her pussy tingle. She rubbed the wonderful soft skin and wondered if she had ever felt anything so nice. “Will you come over and have a sleepover with me sometime?” Sam said. “Honey, that doesn’t sound like a good idea.” Becca said. “Why not?” Sam said. “You are so young, and I am not. It would not be right.” Becca said and she saw a frown on the cute little face. “I don’t understand why I can’t be with someone that loves me because I am too young. I was forced to be with people who did not even like me when I was even younger and they did horrible things to me, my age didn’t seem to stop them. That does not seem fair.” Sam said and Becca saw the pretty blue eyes start to get glassy. “Sweetheart, I am so sorry.” Becca said and hugged Sam to her chest. “I just don’t want this to be the last time I see you.” Sam said and sniffled. “Okay, I promise that this will not be the last time. We will see each other again, just maybe not a sleepover.” Becca said. “Good, but you know I can kiss you in the daytime as well.” Sam said into her chest. “You are a naughty girl.” Becca said. “Aaron says that to us all the time.” Sam said. Becca thought about that statement and then remembered the girls crawling all over Aaron. Possible images of those three ran across her brain and her panties got really warm. She felt movement and then Sam was looking at her. She watched her move closer and then she felt the soft young lips touch hers. She instinctively looked to see if anyone had walked in the room and then pulled the girl closer and kissed her hard. She loved the taste and feel of this girl so much. Sam kissed Becca for as long as possible, she didn’t want to let her go. She wanted so badly to have her alone somewhere so they could really explore each other. She would have to get Katie to help her get her favorite nurse over to the house so they could hang out by the pool. Good things happened by that pool. Sam pulled back and looked at Becca. She looked worried. “Becca, don’t be sad.” Sam said. “I am sorry, I have just enjoyed the last couple of days so much.” Becca said. “Yeah, me too, that was the best shower ever.” Sam said and smiled. “It was, wasn’t it.” Becca said. “I am not sure what will happen to me in the next few months, but I know I will need as many friends as possible around me. You can be part of that if you want.” Sam said. “I think I want.” Becca said. “Good, now kiss me again.” Sam said and Becca did as she was ordered.

Microkini Fan Bikinis byMicrokiniFan© It's been a great year. I graduated from the University of Texas and I moved to the Houston area for my new job in the chemical industry. After a few months of apartment living to try and get a feel of the area, I was able to purchase my first house this spring. One of the basic requirements of house search was for it to have a swimming pool. The long and hot summer months in the south Texas area definitely require frequent dips in the pool to keep cool. I grew up in a small town in northern Arizona outside of Flagstaff, so I knew what hot summers feel like. My family only had a small above-ground pool back then and we spent all of our time playing outside in that little pool. My real dad left us when I was a little kid and my mom soon re-married. My new dad already had two kids of his own so I was happy to have an instant family to play with. Living way out in the middle of the desert we didn't have many neighbors around us so the three of us kids became close out of necessity. My older step brother was the leader of the pack and always seemed to be just one step head of getting into trouble. He was a cool role model to me and took me under his wing growing up. He was six years older but seemed much older than that, not always interested in playing with me, but always supportive. My step sister Erin was a year younger than me. We became close friends, probably best friends during that time. We have never been far apart since. It was no surprise to me that Erin would also attend college in Texas. I actually kind of expected and hoped that she would. I got my engineering degree from UT in Austin and she was finishing up her nursing degree at the University of Houston. Even during those college years in different cities we kept very close and probably talked a few times each week. Every now and then I would travel to Houston to party with her or she would come to Austin. We were inseparable and all of our friends knew of our close relationship. We would talk to each other about our girlfriends and boyfriends and usually conclude that things weren't going to work out. She dated a few guys that turned out to be jerks and I had a girlfriend for a few years mostly out of convenience. So when I got settled in my new house, it was just like old times again having Erin around. She stayed at her apartment near campus during the week and would head over after classes were done on Friday. She took over one of the guest rooms that had some of my old furniture. We would have pool parties with our friends on the weekends and cookouts in the evenings. It was really fun having my best friend Erin around again. Over the years growing up together I watched her develop from a rough tomboy into quite a lady. The progression over time is so gradual that I have never really thought of her as woman, but just as my grown up sister. Stepping aside and taking an objective view, she grew into one attractive young woman. She has managed to keep herself fit by working out often. Her blond hair has changed lengths and styles over the years with it currently being short. When it was just the two of us in the house, we were really casual. I'd notice that Erin would wake up in the morning wearing a T-shirt with no bra and shorts. I would eat breakfast in only my boxer shorts before getting dressed. I think it was unavoidable that we would occasionally catch a glimpse of each other. Maybe a little nip slip here or the curve of her butt cheeks bending over would make me stop and think - "Wow, that's nice!" I've never thought of Erin in any overtly sexual way as we've known each other all our lives. The only time I can recall that anything ever happened was a few months ago. It was late one night after a party and we were watching a movie together on the couch. We both had a few drinks and were probably a little horny. Just for fun, we started to kiss a little. To our surprise it didn't seem awkward at all. We made a comment about us being in an incestuous relationship together and laughed. +++++ Yesterday was Saturday and we had some friends over for a pool party, a few beers, and some hamburgers on the grill. We had no plans for Sunday, other then probably getting the grass cut and relaxing at the pool. After lunch, Erin announced that she was going to lay out for awhile and I started to mow the front yard. About a third of the way done, I ran inside to get my sunglasses and I noticed that she was lying on the pool deck wearing a new yellow thong bikini. She had talked about getting it last week and apparently did so without making any big deal of it. I must admit that she looked good. I finished cutting the grass, changed out of my sweaty clothes and into my swimsuit and joined her at the pool. I pulled one of the chairs onto the deck beside her and sat down. "New bikini," I said, not so much a question as a statement. "Looks nice." "Do you think so?" she replied. "I can't decide if I like it yet." "What do you mean? It looks good." "Yea, It's OK, but I don't think I'll win any contests," she stated. "So you're thinking about those contests again?" A few weeks ago, Erin raised the topic of entering a bikini contest at one of the local clubs. She has always been up for a little fun and has never been ashamed of her body. We watched one of the bikini contests recently and she stated that she looked better than most of the girls on stage. I agreed. "Yea, I'd like to give it a try. It looks like harmless fun. I need to work off these tan lines from my regular bikini, so I bought this little thong online." I have always been a fan of women's swimwear and I immediately recognized it as one of the more moderate styles of a Wicked Weasel bikini. "I'll work my way down little by little until a feel comfortable wearing one of those micro thongs," she said. "I think that's what I'll need to wear for a bikini contest. The winning girls usually seem to wear little G-strings." I immediately pictured Erin wearing a tiny microkini while lying here next to me. Man, what a sight that would be. Then without skipping a beat, she added "I've already ordered one of those tiny Wicked Weasel micro thongs, it should be here sometime this week." She smiled. "Oh, I can't wait to see it," I told her. "You'll be a knockout wearing one of those." "Do you really think so?" she inquired with a grin. "I'm still not sure I can pull off something like that in public." "Sure you can, you're pretty and have a nice figure." "We'll see," she replied. Sure enough, on Thursday, a little padded envelope arrived in the mailbox from Wicked Weasel. Inside a little bag was a tangle of blue strings with three tiny triangles of fabric. Erin immediately went to her room to try it on and returned a minute later wearing the microkini. It was magnificent on her. Her perky C-cup breasts were enhanced by the under-sized top and they appeared to be larger than when wearing her regular bikini top. The tiny thong fit her body perfectly and the single string between her ass cheeks looked awesome. She has the perfect body for a tiny thong. "I love it!" she exclaimed. "What do you think?" she asked as she posed in the kitchen. "Wow, now that is a nice bikini" I gasped. I couldn't believe that my step sister was flaunting herself before me in a tiny blue microkini. "It feels so light, like I have nothing on at all," she smiled. "And I think that this fabric becomes a little sheer when wet." Oh crap, I thought. I'm not going to be able to keep from staring at her little pussy all the time if it's true. But I couldn't resist the temptation to verify. "Really? Let's jump in the pool and check it out." "OK!" Erin agreed and she dashed out the door. I hurried to my room and changed into my swimsuit as fast as possible. I could feel my dick starting to stir with the thought of seeing her in that tiny wet microkini. I grabbed a towel and went out to the pool to find her floating in the water. She swam over to the stairs and walked out of the pool as I approached. To my great satisfaction, I said "Yep, it's definitely a little sheer when wet." Her firm tits were held tightly by the narrow triangles of fabric. Her small nipples were somehow just covered but were be protruding nicely from the taught material. The bottoms covered just her tiny curl of pubic hair and her smooth pussy lips. I couldn't believe that she was obviously showing off in front of me in such a tiny bikini. Was she trying to tease me or something? "This microkini makes me feel soooo sexy," she laughed. "And it also seems to be having an affect on you too." She pointed at my increasingly obvious bulge. Oh shit, I thought. "Come here, incest bro," she motioned me closer. I can't believe that she remembered our little incest joke. This was exactly what I wanted to do. I stepped in close and grabbed her hips. We looked at each other for just a moment and then she pulled me firmly against her body and we began to kiss. I could feel her firm breasts against my chest and her warm pussy right on my dick. She was slowly grinding her hips, using her pussy to feel my hardening dick. After a long moment together, we separated and grinned at each other. "Love that body and the bikini on it." I said. "I'm especially glad that you like it. I kind of got it for the both of us, since I know how much you like tiny bikinis," she said." I still plan on wearing it Saturday night for the bikini contest, if you're OK with that." "I'm definitely OK with it," I said. "I want to see you win." +++++ It appeared that we created a monster together. Erin won the first bikini contest that she entered that next Saturday night, and started winning other contests too. Her self confidence and cute looks went a long way, but the tiny blue Wicked Weasel microkini didn't hurt her chances either. In the area, there are a few clubs with weekly bikini contests during the summer, so we would see the same handful of girls entered in the competitions. They were becoming aware of Erin's success and started to copy her formula by wearing smaller thongs. It got to the point that almost the girls competed with tiny thongs. The girls seemed to have more fun on the stage and it was great for the guys watching in the audience. To break out of the pack, Erin purchased a sling thong online. Those were popular in the 90's at many south Florida bikini contests, but had not been seen much recently. Her metallic gold sling was in instant hit again with the crowd. Once again the group of bikini contestants caught on and then sling thongs were becoming a common sight. Watching Erin from the crowd of horny guys made me laugh. She was having so much fun up on stage teasing them with her sexy body and tiny bikinis. I'd catch her glance at me every now and then with a knowing look between us. I had the feeling that she was sometimes going overboard just for me. I would watch her from a distance after the contest as one dude after another would buy her drinks and try to pick her up. She would continue to flirt with them but would ultimately leave with me at the end of the night. We would make comments and laugh all the way home. One of the huge benefits to Erin's bikini contest successes is that she started tanning in the nude. What's the point of wearing a microkini if you still had tan lines? Whenever there was no one around, she could be found naked in the back yard, swimming, reading, or just sleeping in the sun. I never got tired of seeing her body. After awhile, she convinced me to tan naked with her too. The sexual tension was building slowly between us ever since she started coming over to the house on a regular basis. Maybe it had been there before and we chose to ignore it. But being in closer proximity to each other made us more aware of what was starting to develop. And as I had always believed, a man and a woman cannot usually be friends for long before thoughts turn to sex. Without clothing, it became harder for us to pretend there was no attraction between us. I would be dozing in the sun and feel her fingers touching my limp dick. She seemed to be fascinated by my dick and liked to play with it, just to watch it harden. It was like an evolving game with her, to see if some new stimulation would have an arousal effect. Of course I didn't mind. Likewise, I liked playing the same game with her too, to see what subtle thing I could do to turn her on a little. She would be reading and I just couldn't resist gently touching her smooth tanned pussy. She'd giggle. One day after work I arrived home and found Erin lying nude in the late afternoon sunlight. She heard me enter the house and motioned for me to join her outside. I grabbed a drink and went outside. "How was your day?" she asked. She had the look on her face that something was on her mind. "Not too bad, just glad to be home." I replied. "I can't wait for this week to be over" "Why?" "Because I really look forward to the weekend. I really have fun when you're around." I stated. "Tell me about it?" Erin asked. "You're just so cool to be around. You're funny and always happy." I said. "Plus I never get tired of watching you in your tiny bikinis. You look hot." "Do you truly think so?" "Yes, I really do" Erin stepped close to me and said "I think you're hot too, and I've been having some thoughts." "About what?" "About us having sex." she stated. Wow, I thought. Now it's out on the table, so to speak. I can't say that the thought had never crossed my mind, but I couldn't imagine how to broach the subject. Now she did. Erin looked a little apprehensive, as if I was going to laugh or be turned off by the proposal, but that was furthest from the truth. "Me too," I simply replied. "I've thought about it too. Actually, I've been thinking about it a lot recently." "How come you never mentioned it to me?" Erin asked. "Well obviously it's a touchy subject. We've known each other for years, and I've never thought of you than more then just my step sister. But now look at us. We always have fun when we're together, we understand each other, and now were finding out that we are both really attracted to each other. We're in a relationship" "That's almost exactly what I've been feeling too." Erin replied. I continued, "But obviously, no one can know about this. Almost everyone we know thinks that we are blood brothers and sisters, and it would appear incestuous." "But we're not related, so that makes it OK?" Erin asked. "It's OK with me, sis." I agreed. And that was all that needed to be said. Erin had already assumed this conclusion and was ready. She went to the picnic table where a folded blanket was left and walked to the grass next to the pool where she spread it out. I started to undress and joined her on the blanket. She took control. Pushing me gently down on my back, she knelt beside me and took my dick into her hand and started stroking. With the anticipation of fucking my step sister now a reality in front of me, it didn't take long at all for me to become hugely erect. Lowering her mouth, she ever so softly began to kiss my hard dick all over. Wrapping her lips around the head of my dick and continuing to stroke my shaft with her hand, she somehow managed to rotate herself so the she was straddling above me in a sixty-nine position. Just mere inches from my face was her beautiful little pussy. I pulled her close and gently kissed it as she softly moaned with pleasure. The tip of my tongue separated her lips and was met with a tiny drop of her moisture inside. As I dug my tongue deeper into her slit I could feel the rush of her juices into my mouth. As she continued to give me a blowjob, I sucked her hardening clit deep into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. We both were ready. Erin got up, turned around and straddled me. Staring directly into my eyes and smiling, she positioned my dick into her awaiting pussy and every so slowly lowered herself into me. It was the most incredible feeling as her tight pussy slowly enveloped my dick. When our bodies met, we just stayed in that position for a long minute as I was deep inside her. On the blanket in the afternoon sun, Erin slowly began to fuck me while on top, the slower the better. Erin worked herself up to a growing orgasm, tensing her body around my satisfied dick as she came. We would then change positions drive her to anther orgasm over and over as we made love together for almost an hour. I couldn't believe that was lasting for so long (I usually don't), but it just felt perfect and both of us wanted to last forever. Eventually we finished with me on top and I pulled out at the last possible minute and blew cum on her sweat covered belly and breasts. She rubbed my cum across her chest and continued to stroke my dick still slick with cum as I fell next to her in complete satisfaction and exhaustion. I kissed her and said "That was the best, ever" "I can't believe that we just had sex that long," Erin said. "I couldn't stop coming, it was incredible" We cooled off in the pool and held each other tightly, her legs wrapped around my body as we continued to kiss. Drying off after the swim, I sat down next to Erin while she finished brushing her hair. She turned to me and asked "Do you know how to thread mom's old sewing machine? I have it in the closet." "Yea," I replied. "It's simple". In high school I worked at a custom auto body shop that restored classic cars. I had an old Barracuda that I was trying to restore, without much luck on my own. The owner put me in the upholstery shop to learn to create custom seat covers for his client's restorations. I could sew pretty well. "Why? You need something fixed?" "I want to try creating my own bikinis," she said. "There aren't many differences any more between what all the girls are wearing. I want shake things up a bit." "Cool idea," I said. "It wouldn't be hard to make something. What are you thinking?" "A combination of a microkini and a sling. Somehow the top and bottoms would be connected." That evening we got out paper and began to sketch some ideas together. It wasn't hard to come up with some radical designs. Later Erin brought over the sewing machine and picked up some cheap Lycra at the fabric store. We also found some elasticized thread that we would use to tie it all together. Our first model was just a plain sling bikini with a teardrop shaped bottom and two teardrop shapes over the breast. It actually didn't look too bad for a first try. And working with Erin a as nude mannequin was a treat. For our second design, we rotated the top segments so that they crossed the breasts at an angle, narrow on top, wide below. This seemed to fit a little better and allowed her to move without her breasts popping out of the tops whenever she twisted around. The third design consisted of triangles to cover each breast, but rotated inward. We added a small metal ring between the breasts to tie it together and a loop around the neck. This was our best fitting model so far and looked like it might work. Once the geometry was established it was just a matter of making it fit well. We realized that for bikini contests, the flashier the better, so we decided to use metallic fabrics in different color combinations. They were not very durable but would work for just a bikini contest. We had the design for our new sling style bikini, but it wasn't really a microkini yet. I started the process of removing little fabric here and there. Time after time, Erin would try on the new model and confirm that it still fits, but would reply "Make it smaller, still." I had reduced the top triangles to less than an inch in size, with them now barely covering her little nipples, and not much more. The bottom teardrop shape was even more challenging. We wanted to make it narrow enough just to cover her tanned pussy mound, but not so small that it would just get "swallowed up" between her lips. She wanted the bottom to start at the top cleavage of her pussy slit, not all the way to the top of her pubic area. I couldn't imagine needing to do this, but we ended up with her lying on the floor with her legs spread and I used a small tape measure to take detailed measurements of her pussy. Fun! With the sizes finally set specifically for her body, we cut metallic silver fabric as the border material and used metallic purple for the center sections of the top and bottom. Tied all together with the elasticized silver thread, it looked great. Erin walked around and performed her teasing bikini contest moves and it all pretty much stayed in place. For a contest, we would use some Bikini Bite adhesive spray to keep it from sliding around. We looked at her standing in front of a mirror and it looked like nothing we have ever seen before. Time to try it out in public. +++++ The end of the summer was rapidly approaching. Erin was tanned to a deep bronze on every inch of her body and her short blond hair contrasted magnificently with her darkened skin. After competing all summer long, she was a popular contestant and was voted into the finals at the end of the season. Armed with a handful of our home made microkini slings, she set out to win it all. The first club had both a prelim and final bikini contest. Erin downplayed herself during the prelim competition and wore "just" a G-string bikini. Looking good as usual. As the announcer worked the crowd, she changed backstage to our little silver and purple metallic microkini sling, and then quickly covered it up with a T-shirt. In a sly move, she discretely let the announcer peek at her new microkini and convinced him to let her go last during the final round. As the rowdy crowd cheered the parade across the stage of girls in their tiny bikinis, the announcer finally called her name. With a quick wink to me in the back, Eric smoothly walked onstage wearing her T-shirt. After one pass across the front of the stage to encourage the crowd, she walked to the center stage and removed her shirt. There was an audible gasp from the crowd as both men and women gazed upon her, wearing quite possibly he smallest metallic microkini sling that they had ever seen. The crowd then erupted and roared with approval. I have never heard anything like that in my life and Erin looked to be the most confident and satisfied woman on earth. She walked slowly back and forth across the stage as cameras flashed and recorded it all. When the contestants were re-announced and lined up on stage for the final review, Erin once again received the loudest applause and cheers. It was no surprise to me that she won the bikini contest, and also the five hundred dollar prize! After each contest, she was often approached by other women, and a few timid men, asking where she got such an amazing microkini. She would introduce me as her "business partner" and told them that we had designed and created these ourselves. This same series of events played itself out across the city, with Erin taking the top spot at many of the contests and winning a little prize money here and there. By the end of the summer, we had amassed a few thousand dollars. +++++ It wasn't the first time that the idea had crossed our minds. It appeared that we might have discovered an untapped market need for extreme microkinis, and nothing at the time seemed to fill that niche. Once people saw her wearing one, there always seemed to be someone interested in buying one for themselves, their wife, or their girlfriends. Using the prize money, we decided to start our own small business to create and manufacture some new styles of microkinis. Since we were both now huge fans of this type if swimwear, we named our company "Microkini Fan Bikinis". We continued to receive requests from all over the Internet for versions of our radical microkinis. Business was been picking up at a great pace and there is a huge profit (charging $29.95 for a dollars worth of Lycra and thread). We wonder if we can quit our regular jobs and do this full time? Microkini Fan Bikinis Ch. 02 Over the past few weeks I have been working on our new business venture - the Microkini Fan Bikini Company. It all started this summer with my step sister Erin and some local bikini contests. We designed a created an ultra tiny sling thong just for her and it became a crowd favorite to win quite a few contests. Too radical to be worn in public, it basically was just two small patches covering the top of the breasts and a narrow strip of material just covering her pussy. After a few of the contests, we would be approached by curious girls (and a few guys) asking where we got such a suit. After many inquiries, we realized that we may have found an untapped niche market for ultra tiny microkinis and began discussing the possibility of making and selling some of these original creations. Creating a small business is easy these days. There are plenty of incentives to get one started and a filing a few simple forms got us on our way. I had a little money saved up for a rainy day and I invested it into our fledgling company to buy three commercial sewing machines, a serger, and a moderate amount of fabric from which our first designs would come from. We set this up in my spare bedroom and started to work. We had four initial designs of some microkinis that we created for Erin last summer, so these were our starting templates. We spent a few days checking and modifying these designs to make them work on what we referred to as a generic body. (Erin's is well above average). Using various color combinations that we carefully selected, we assembled about twenty initial microkinis. If we could sell these, then we knew we were onto something. Next we had to advertise. So far the only people to have seen the microkinis were the crowds at the local bikini contests in the Houston area. The response was usually extremely positive, except for a few prudes that though they were inappropriate. (Usually these comments came from larger girls that probably could never wear such an erotic suit, so I think that they were really just jealous.) We plunked down a few dollars to reserve our own domain name and began to design a retail website to advertise and hopefully sell our bikinis. Erin selected one of the more moderate micro sling bikinis and we went outside by the pool to take some high definition photos for the website. They turned out OK, but not enticing enough for us. The photos looked just average, like we were taking them in our backyard (which we were). We found one that we liked, cropped it down to just her body, rendered it in false colors and posted it on the start page of our new website with an "Under Construction" banner and a hit counter. Later that evening we prepared for our usual Friday night activity after a long work week. We saved our Netflix DVD for the weekend and over the past few months; we developed quite a fun little evening routine for ourselves. Earlier in the summer we finally admitted to an ongoing sexual attraction between us and since have become very active fuck buddies together. Nobody else knew that Erin was my step sister. They all thought that she was my real sister, so we kept this little secret to ourselves. On most Friday (or Saturday, or even Sunday) evenings, I would grab a few beers and a bag of chips and she would get a glass of her favorite wine and we would snuggle on the couch in front of the TV. I'd start massaging her shoulder and work my way across her body as she rested on top of me. As she became hornier, I'd help her to remove her clothes as she would also remove mine. Usually half way through the movie, we would be naked together and obviously getting quite aroused. The trick was to then try to please each other through the rest of the movie, without having sex until it was over. Kind of like a tantric sex ritual. Erin has been stroking my dick while watching the DVD and finally put her empty glass aside to give me a slow blowjob. After about ten wonderful minutes, I was starting to get that deep arousal so we traded places. Erin lay down across the couch and I softly kissed her soft breasts, working my way slowly downward. When I reached her awaiting pussy, I paused with my warm breath just above it and she purred with delight. I gently explored every inch of her with the tip of my tongue until she couldn't take it anymore and we traded places again. This back and forth went on for another hour as we (mostly) tried to watch the movie and continued to pleasure each other. When the final credits roll, that was our permission to eagerly fuck each other. Erin liked starting out on top of me and impaling herself on my erect dick. Sliding into her warm pussy the initial time was always the most satisfying part for me, and I think for her too. We would remain together silently for a minute or two. I loved the warmth of her pussy as it engulfed my dick and she also enjoyed when I was within her body. We would slowly begin to fuck and work our way through our favorite positions. I would imagine that most people have sex relatively quietly, with the occasional "Oooohhh" and "Aaahhhhs" throughout. But we would just talk as of nothing special was happening. "I've been thinking about our website photos a little bit," I said as I watched my cock slide into her wet pussy. "I think we need a little more than backyard photos." "Me too," Erin replied. "I want a cool looking website, not one of those generic template sites. High Def photos and video too." She was holding my ass and was pulling me into her over and over. "Should we hire a photographer?" I asked. "Naw, we can do these ourselves. I pulled out of her and she turned over on her hands and knees. I entered her doggie style and reached around to fondle her clit. "How 'bout some photos at the beach?" "That would look better. Give it some real-world feel. Not contrived like being indoors in a studio," she stated. "We still going tomorrow, aren't we?" I asked. "Do you want to try a photo shoot there?" "Sure, it would be fun to wear the micros in public again." We continued to fuck doggie style a little longer. We were both getting pretty worked up and were ready to finish. Erin rolled onto her back and raised her legs in the air as I slid in between them. With my hands squeezing her tanned tits, we worked ourselves faster in harder until I came hard inside of her and she came shortly after. I pulled myself out and continued to rub her clit causing her to climax three or four more times in a row. We finally fell together in a sweaty heap and laughed together. Being fuck buddies with my step sister has been awesome. ++++++++ Bright and early Saturday we packed up our standard beach gear: chairs, drinks, snacks, etc. But this time we also brought along six of our microkinis along with our cameras. It's only a twenty or thirty minute drive to the beach and we wanted to get there before the afternoon crowds. Forsaking our usual spot, we decided that it would be better to drive a little further down the beach, away from the family areas. We picked an isolated spot that was both close to the water's edge and the dune grass. There were a few people around, minding their own business a few dozen yards away, but that was all. We spread out our beach gear and settled down for some sun. Erin took of her T-shirt and shorts to reveal a tiny orange WickedWeasel bikini, one of my favorites. I was wearing my navy blue thong but had a pair of "normal" swim trunks when I was up and walking around. These beaches aren't known for lots of thonging. Erin applied a light layer of suntan oil, not the heavy stuff that makes her skin look wet but just gave it a light sheen. I put a little on too since we would probably be here awhile and I didn't want to burn. Erin dug through her bag and extracted six zip lock bags containing the microkinis. We decided to start with a simple slingshot thong in green. Erin discreetly pulled off her bikini and put on the sling, adjusting the tiny patches of fabric over each breast and over her pussy lips. We didn't bring any Bikini Bite with us to keep the sling from slipping off, but we weren't going to be dancing around either. Erin stood up, adjusted it again and looked mighty fine. I had the camera ready and we decided to start near the dune grass. Erin posed and moved around as I started filling the memory card with as many pictures as I could take. We could choose the best ones later. Kneeling and then lying she became covered with sand. We then moved near the water's edge to wash off the sand and get some pictures while wet. We probably got about a hundred good shots and moved back to our chairs. Sitting down, I passed her a bottle of water. "Those turned out good," I stated. Erin sat down in her chair and her left breast popped out. She made no attempt to cover herself. "Yea that was fun," she replied. "You were definitely drawing some attention. Just about anyone within sight was watching you," I said. "It's not every day that they see a hot girl in a tiny slingshot thong." "Aw stop it!" "Ready for another?" I asked, pointing to another baggie with one of our microkinis. "OK - I'm feeling sexy out here in public. Let's go!" Erin exclaimed. Right then and there, she easily stepped out of the sling bikini she was wearing and reached for another microkini, fumbling with the bag as she stood naked on the beach. The next sling microkini she had chosen was a blue metallic with fluorescent orange strings. It contrasted nicely on her tanned skin. Once positioned carefully to just barely cover the top of her breasts and almost her pussy lips, we went back over to the dune grass for the next photo shoot. By then others in our vicinity had noticed what we were doing and began to watch our sexy photo shoot. Both men and a few women were watching Erin pose in these miniscule sling bikinis and most were enjoying the free show. I believed that some single guys would have moved closer to watch and maybe strike up a conversation with her, but with me present, they all kept their respectful distance. We continued through the noon hour with our photo shoot, eventually getting some great shots with all six of the microkinis that we brought along. When the final shot was completed, Erin was standing next to me inspecting the recent images on the camera. Behind us, someone was approaching. "Wow! That was quite a show!" a female voice said. "I think I saw most of it." We turned around and found that a young woman was slowly walking towards us, looking a little shy but smiling broadly. "Hi, I'm Keyla," she introduced herself. "I love those bikinis, if that's what you call them," she said with a thick accent. Erin replied "Hi, I'm Erin and this is Mike." She made no mention of me being her brother. "We've started our own company to make these little microkinis, and we're taking some photos for our new website," I added. "Well, they're certainly like nothing I've ever seen before," Keyla said. "Would you like to join us here on the sand?" Erin asked to my surprise. "May I?" Keyla smiled. "I'd like to see more of these little things," as she motioned to the pile of microkinis that Erin had previously been wearing. She spread out her towel next to Erin and sat. She was still wearing a light yellow sundress from her way to the beach. We told her our story of designing and creating an ultra tiny bikini for Erin's entry in the bikini contests, and our idea to try and sell them. Erin offered her a bottle of water and told her to make herself comfortable. Keyla obliged. Removing her sundress, Keyla exposed a tiny floral thong on her true bikini body. She was a small and thin girl - couldn't have been more than one hundred pounds, but had truly magnificent huge breasts. Tanned on every visible piece of skin, she must have been out in the sun all summer long. I did my best not to stare directly at her chest as she adjusted the tiny bikini top. "Where are you from?" I finally asked. "Caracas" Keyla replied. "Venezuela - that's a long way from Texas," I said. "I've been visiting my aunt and uncle for the summer, but I'll return in a few weeks to start school." "I like your bikini," Erin told her. "Thanks, these are made locally in Caracas. They're a signature design of a company named Johnnie Team bikinis. Everybody always assumes that the Brazilians wear tiny bikinis to the beach, but our bikinis are tinier." She sat up straight and posed a little. "In Venezuela, most girls get boob jobs," she said proudly. "I just got these last year when I turned eighteen." Keyla pushed her chest out and moved side to side to display her monstrous breasts. "I've heard that Venezuela is the plastic surgery capital of the world," Erin said. Keyla smiled "Yes, we are!" Everyone laughed. "How would you like to be a model for our microkini company?" Erin asked. I was shocked since we had never yet talked about our new company with anyone else, let alone a cute stranger that we just met on the beach. But just imagining Keyla wearing our microkinis was enough to convince me to immediately agree. "Oh, that would be fun!" Keyla exclaimed. "I've always wanted to be a model, and these designs are like nothing I've ever seen!" "You want me do it now?" "No, we'll have to customize some of these suits for you," I said. "These were made to fit Erin's body, so we'll have to take some measurements and size them just for you." "Doing anything tomorrow?" Erin asked. "Can you come on by our house?" "Nothing, I'd love to visit." Erin scribbled our address on a piece of paper and handed it to Keyla. The two girls continued to talk, as I imagined her soon to be wearing the tiniest of bikinis. +++++ It was Sunday evening and Keyla called and said that she was on her way over. Erin and I had spent the afternoon by the pool and we were both still wearing our swimsuits. Around 7PM there was a knock on the front door. Erin opened the door and greeted Keyla with friendly hug. "Ready to model?" "Yes, I've been looking forward to this all day," Keyla replied. Erin led her into the living room where she dropped her bag in the corner and walked over to where I was arranging some of our micro bikinis. "Are these all for me?" Keyla asked. "We can try on as many as you'd like," I said. "I'll have to make some adjustments for your body." I pointed to her huge chest with a grin. "Let's get started." And with that, Keyla took off the little blue dress that she was wearing. I was amazed. She wasn't even wearing a bra, only some tiny blue panties. Her large D-cup breasts were sitting high and very perky on her chest. I had assumed she was wearing a bra under her dress, but her figure was just naturally firm and tight. Her breasts had nice large flat nipples that were perched on top. She noticed that I was checking out her body and came next to me under the guise of choosing the first microkini. She leaned across to select a pink slingshot and intentionally pressed her breasts against me. This was going to be fun. "I like this one," Keyla said. Erin selected a similar purple slingshot. "I'll model this one too," she said. "We'll take a few photos together." Erin took off her bikini and stepped into the slingshot and adjusted it on her body. Without any hesitation, Keyla did the same right in front of us. The tiny slingshot had no hope of containing her larger breasts. I offered to adjust the small patches of fabric and to figure out what needed to be modified. Keyla stood still as I moved around the top patches to center them across her nipples. I estimated that I probably would have to double them in size for her, but it would still be a very tiny slingshot thong by any measure. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Very sexy," she replied. "Like I'm not wearing anything at all." "You do look incredible," Erin stated. "I wish I had a set of tits like that." Both girls laughed. Because of the additional strain on the slingshot from her large chest, I noticed that the tiny teardrop shaped bottom was beginning to slip between her pussy lips as she moved around to create a pretty camel toe. In the meantime Erin had moved closer to us. "Can I feel your boobs?" she asked Keyla. "They look so natural." "I can't believe that they are fake." "Feel them." Keyla allowed Erin to fondle her. "When I saw you two on the beach yesterday," Keyla continued with a smile, "I could tell that you would probably be fun to fool around with. My feeling was right." Our offer for her to model our microkinis was just the invitation that she was looking for. Erin was having a little fun with her. I grabbed the camera and starting taking photos of the two girls acting silly. Erin was grabbing Keyla's breasts and started to over-act with fake pleasure like in a cheap porno film. The three of us simultaneously laughed out loud. Just being silly again, the two girls starting posing in all kinds of suggestive positions together, pulling the microkini tops aside to kiss a nipple or lick a breast. Taking pictures as fast as I could, I began to notice that the playful teasing was starting to get serious. It looked to me like Erin and Keyla we genuinely getting turned on by each other's playful actions. A minute later, both girls were sitting together in the middle of the room and slowly kissing each other. I was truly surprised and a little turned on, seeing Erin like that. I had no idea that she was ever interested in being with another girl. She had never mentioned anything like that to me. The viewfinder in the camera turned blue and blinked "Memory card full". "Aw crap!" I exclaimed. "Just filled up the memory card. Let me grab another one" I hurried down the hall to our computer room where I kept our camera equipment. I opened the desk drawer and dug through the mess to find one of my spare SD memory cards. Walking back I was concentrating on swapping the memory card in the camera when I re-entered the living room. I stopped and my jaw dropped. Erin was leaning back on her elbows, sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide. Keyla was between her legs and softly kissing Erin's pussy. I was stunned. First Keyla, then Erin smiled at me to acknowledge my presence, but then continued onward. I raised the camera and started taking pictures of my sister getting her pussy licked by this girl we had only met the day before. Erin's eyes were closed and her head dropped back while she enjoyed the moment. I zoomed in close and got the most fantastic shots of just Keyla's tongue gently separating Erin's moist pink pussy lips. I noticed that Keyla's tanned ass was raised in the air while as she continued to pleasure Erin, so I maneuvered myself behind her with camera in hand. I captured the beautiful sight of the pink slingshot material which had disappeared almost completely between her tanned little pussy lips. Got some good close-ups of that. Keyla knew that I was behind her taking pictures and she playfully wagged her ass at me. I reached forward and gently pulled the pink fabric from within her lips and moved it aside. Her pussy had just a hint of moisture as I guess she was becoming aroused by being with Erin. With just my right hand now holding the camera, I took my left finger and gently placed it between her soft lips and she quietly moaned with pleasure too. Taking that as a signal to proceed, I slid my finger into her pussy and felt her warm juices start to flow. I fingered her while she was licking my sister's clitoris. Erin was in heaven and Keyla was enjoying herself sandwiched between us. I was starting to become aroused, more from watching my sister getting her pussy licked. I finally realized that the camera was becoming a nuisance to our little game and I put it aside. I situated myself directly behind Keyla and replaced my finger with my tongue in her cunt. The quiet moaning deep within her started to increase. I rose back up to watch my sister some more and caught her eye as he smiled at me. Without making a sound, Erin mouthed the words "FUCK HER!" to me and gave me an obvious look. I grinned and nodded back to her. I pulled down my swimsuit and my hard cock sprung straight upwards out of the confinement. Drawing closer, I grabbed the camera for one last shot of my dick head just touching Keyla's wet pussy. I put the camera back down and held her hips as I inserted just my tip into her. "Oh my god! Please fuck me!" Keyla exclaimed. "I can't stand it any longer." With that permission, I slowly pushed myself into her. Being such a small girl, her pussy was nice and tight for my hard dick. Fully inserted, I just remained there with my groin smashed against her firm ass and enjoyed the feel of a woman engulfing me. I must have had a look of pleasure on my face because Erin was smiling right at me. "How does he feel?" Erin asked. Keyla could just muster an "OHHAaaaa" in response. "I want some of that too." Erin added next. As far as Keyla knew, we were in some sort of relationship together, but still didn't know that relationship was step brother and sister. Erin rose up and crawled around beside Keyla with her ass towards me. "My turn" she said. I couldn't believe this was happening, but who was I to complain. I pulled myself out of Keyla, moved over to Erin and slid my dick into her wet pink pussy. My sister's hole felt similar, but familiar and better, like home. I fucked her for a few minutes and my finger stroked into and out of Keyla's cunt. Keyla got up and knelt beside me. She was concentrating only on the motion of my dick as it slid into Erin's pussy. She probably had never seen a good fuck before from this angle, and couldn't stop watching. Another good ten minutes later and I was ready to cum. "I'm getting close". "Oh, I want to see you cum all over Erin's ass!" Keyla exclaimed. "How about on your chest"? I asked. "YES!" she replied. I pulled out of Erin and barely stood up before Keyla grabbed by wet dick and stroked it vigorously with her mouth open in anticipation. The first surge of cum hit her chin as she angled my dick down at her tits. I released my load all over her perk tanned breasts. "Oh my god, that's so hot", She said. She wiped it across her chest like it was suntan lotion, completely covering both. "Next time, it's your turn", Erin told Keyla. "Will there be a next time"? I asked. "You bet there will be!" Keyla answered. "I want to hang out with the two of you and have more three ways until I leave for home in a few weeks. The two of you are awesome. I wish we would have met earlier so we could have fucked all summer long". "Let's jump into the shower and get cleaned off", Erin said. "Then how about a night swim in the pool nude". Which was immediately followed by "and then another round of sex!" Keyla added. "I am already imagining your cock inside me"! ++++++++ It was a damn shame that Keyla had to leave just three weeks later and return to school in Venezuela. She practically lived with us at the house that entire time. I don't recall how many times the three of us fucked, but it seemed to be a constant activity around the house. It seemed that someone was always getting their pussy eaten or my dick sucked. After Keyla left, we finally had some spare time to finish the Microkini Fan Bikinis website. I poured through hundreds of microkini photos that we had taken and we selected the best ones. If you look through our website, now you'll know that the two models shown there are my sister Erin and our friend from Venezuela, Keyla.

Miss Sanders Sex-Ed Class by Hollow_Eyes Lesson 1: Female Anatomy The school bell rang and all the students finally came back to life and grabbed their bags to rush out of the door. "Remember, to get your permission slips signed by your parents to participate in sex education classes!" Miss Sanders told her students before they all rushed out. Miss Monica Sanders enjoyed teaching her senior class, especially come time for sex-ed. She enjoyed watching the students snicker, get wide-eyed, and even shocked by some of the stuff they learn. Unlike any other class they had before. She felt they listened to her better since she is only twenty-five and not much older than most of them. Most were all eighteen, if not, nineteen. A young teacher who can relate on a better level than if a more mature teacher tried. Taking her hair down from her hairpins, the charcoal black hair falling gracefully down to her shoulders. Taking off her glasses and putting them in her teacher bag. Miss Sanders took off to the teacher's lounge before calling it a day and going home to prepare for tomorrow's classes. ****** After roll call was given, Miss Sanders asked for all the students to pass in their permission slips so she can have down who will or won't be in the class after lunch. Couple of students hung out around her desk before school started, she enjoyed interacting with her students, being their friend and also their mentor in life. She's glad to know they can come to her if anything ever came up that they might need to confide in someone with or have a chat. Some of the boys, yes, had crushes on her and she knew it, and could sometimes even feel their eyes just stare at her round butt pushing out against her skirts or tight khakis. Or try and look between the button spaces to catch glimpses of her breasts or bra, she often chuckled to herself of how determine some of them get of trying to catch a view or two. Sometimes, some of the guys would accidentally rub against her trying to get to his seat, she should probably of said something about it, but boys will be boys and it never gets out of hand or to the point of feeling uncomfortable. This morning, Gary went through the doorway and bumped into her, rubbing the back of his palm over her butt, she had on a black skirt with a light pink blouse. She felt his hand and she shuddered from the touch, before going back to her desk to get the morning classes situated and in order. "Good," she exclaimed. "Everyone will be attending sex-ed class this afternoon!" Lunch finally came and went, and Miss Sanders was finishing up her lunch at her desk grading papers from last week, she fell a little behind in grading and making up for it during her lunches. She heard the final bell ring and all twenty-two of her students came pouring back in, hyper and full of life after their lunch. "Ok, all, everyone have a good lunch?" She asked, standing up walking in front of the class. "Yes." The class all chimed in together. Feeling a little nervous like always before the first sex-ed class, Miss Sanders closed the door and went to her chalkboard and wrote sex-ed in big letters on top in the middle board. "Ok, everyone has their permission slips signed and it will take up three days, all afternoon after lunch until school lets out." Informing the class of their new schedule for the remainder of the week. "To start off, I will be happy to answer any questions you may have regarding anything of this subject." She smiled at her class, looking at the boys sort of blush and the girls too, something about open talk of sex always brings out giggling and red faces, she chuckled silently at her students. "I have one," Marie raised her hand. "Yes?" Leaning on her desk, noticing some of the boys checking her huge tits pushing out against her tight fitting sweater. "I hear it hurts the very first time a girl has sex, if so, how much and how long will it hurt?" She asked catching Miss Sanders off guard by the question, normally they ask little questions in the beginning, she thought to herself. Surprised at how fast the subject of actual sex came up. "Yes, it does, but not real long or hurts as bad as you may think, it is the pleasurable kind of hurt. Just make sure you are wet and ready though for penetration. If you are dry it holds the possibility of causing some problems and not only that, but a lot of hurting, too." She tried to answer as well informed as she could, getting a little turned on, knowing Marie is still a virgin and just told the whole class. Oh, how the boys will be after you now, she thought. "Any others?" "Here," Ben motioned towards him. "Yes, Ben?" "Does size really matter?" He asked her quietly and nonchalantly. "Why? You small?" Holden, spoke out loud and caused a laugh in the class. "No! I'm just wondering!" Ben fired back fast. "Holden." She gave him a stern look. "Well, Ben, some women would say it does and others it doesn't matter. I can't really say in a whole, but if you found the right woman, size shouldn't really matter." She was thinking if his cock really was small or huge and if he just wanted to know if it was true about the size of a dick. She admits to herself, she loves sex-ed, open talk about this with a group of naïve and inexperienced students, it turned her on and really gets her hot. Feeling her pussy starting to come to life with heat. "Question." Tina looked at Miss Sanders. "Yes?" "Does it matter to you?" "Excuse me?" Thrown back by the blunt question, and from a female nonetheless. "Size? Does it matter to you?" "Umm. . ., well," She stammered over her words, this is the first class she ever had this open and willing to talk about the subject. And so fast it came up, too. "Sometimes." Shyly she answered. "Miss Sanders?" Kelly spoke up. "Question?" Knowingly it was, but asked anyways. "What is a blowjob? I mean, I think I know, but I don't know for sure." She asked getting embarrassed about her question, feeling she should know what one is in front of her peers and about asking such a blunt question, too. Miss Sanders couldn't believe this, they were so straightforward, not holding back on anything. She was getting turned on by explaining some of the questions, she started softly sliding her butt slowly along the edge of her desk, wanting to get the basics first, and later on let them ask these questions. "Kelly, all that will be explained later on in class, for now let us focus on the basics and we will have question time towards the end." Miss Sanders moved in front of the chalkboard and wrote female and male on each side and created a column. Looking back at her students she caught some of the boys eyes move faster than lightning at what she was writing and not what she was wearing. Turning back around, smiling at the attention she was getting, she faced her students. "Who can name off differences men and women have from one another? Feel free to just answer, but do it in a orderly fashion and not all at once." Turning around, slightly moving her hips back in forth while doing so. "Penis," "Vagina." "Periods." "Breasts." "Pregnancy." The students kept on, and Miss Sanders was writing as fast she could to keep up with the answers being given. Shaking her upper body, letting the boys imagine her breasts wobble back in forth under her pink blouse as if she was facing them. After a minute of letting the students call out the differences, she called it to a stop and turned around to look at her class. "Well done! There are a lot you all called out. Some I didn't think you'd all know, but you all seem to be familiar with a lot." Moving back in front of the class, Miss Sanders tried to hold her anxiousness down and maintain herself. Looking at all of her students, well behaved and attentive, she couldn't be prouder, some of them even cute too, twelve boys and eleven girls, all inexperienced it seems and willing to learn. Pushing herself up on her desk, Miss Sanders brushed her black hair, she left down for today, out of her glasses and crossed her legs slowly. "Who wants to be my first volunteer?" She asked, sounding a little dry in her voice. Immediately hands flew up in the air and she picked Kelly, "Since I didn't answer your question, Kelly, you can be apart of this." She smiled at her student. Kelly worked her way up through the isle, stepping over book bags, books, and the occasional foot. She stood in front of Miss Sanders, noticing a look in her eyes, but passed it off as awkward feelings about teaching the class. Miss Sanders placed her hands on Kelly's shoulder and looked back at the other students. Kelly was a average looking student, long, dark brown hair, done up in a ponytail today and she had on tight hip-hugger jeans with a green shirt that had a heart in the middle of it. Her breasts just budding out and looking bigger than they are because of her shirt fitting tight around her chest. "Class, you have to promise me something now." She said seriously, looking at the accepting faces of her students, silently saying 'they promise.' "What we do in this class, stays in the class and will not be spoken of at all to anyone. You understand me?" She said, putting on her friendly, but, 'if you cross me you will find out what Hell looks like' look. "Yes." All the students said, Kelly's voice ringing sweetly in Monica's ear. "Ok, since there seems to be more differences for females and not males. We will start with a female." Kelly looking at her teacher quizzically. Wondering what she is talking about and leading up to. Miss Sanders looked at Kelly and smiled, rubbing her shoulder now with her hand, comforting her for what she is about to do. "Kelly, I am going to show the class what maturing girl's body looks like. Ok?" She said looking in Kelly's eyes, at first Kelly was about to object, but looking in her teacher's soft green eyes, she knew everything would be ok, and that she was in good hands. Nodding in approval, she stood there like a mannequin allowing her teacher to do whatever she wanted to. Miss Sanders first lifted her shirt up past her breasts and bared her covered maturing breasts to the class, the class was taken back by what was happening. Never in their wildest dreams did they ever expect this to be happening, but they made a promise and they were loyal to their teacher. She was nice and she was only teaching them. Better a responsible adult teach them and not learn in other ways, some students thought. Other's had their mouths wide open or gasping at what was happening, some guys were about to hoot until they saw Miss Sanders' look and decided to stay quiet, some girls were shocked by it, but found it ok for the most part. Monica cupped one of Kelly's breasts underneath and pointed at her white, silky bra. "This is a bra, I am sure most of you know this by now." She looked at the class, who some are still trying to get over the intial shock of what is happening, but still taking in what she is teaching. Pulling her bra down now, exposing Kelly's little breasts and soft nipples, she cupped the same one again and pointed out to the class the names of what each area is called and their purpose. Some of the guys of course were only paying attention to her exposed breasts, even some girls too, and others were just watching. Silently. Miss Sanders began to lightly rub Kelly's breast and play with her nipples by pinching and rolling it between her fingers. "As you can see, they are highly sensitive and her nipples will grow hard." Kelly started breathing heavier, slowly taking in her teacher's voice and letting her fingers play with her breasts in front of the class to see. Her hand naturally went down to her pussy, and she started rubbing it over her jeans. "Now, you can see where she is reacting to my touching," Miss Sanders explained to her class, who was watching very much, some of them getting turned on, but trying to not show it. "For a woman, touching down there is the same for when a male would touch himself down there. It just works differently." Miss Sanders stopped fondling her student's breast and told her to take her shirt and bra off completely. Without a moment hesitation, Kelly slid her shirt off with ease and unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms to the ground, it was so silent, you could actually hear it hit the floor. Standing in front of the class, she felt her nipples harden even more. Her young teenage pussy wetting up and heating her body up with sensations she never really felt as strong before. Miss Sanders picked her bra up and looked at it. "Oh, you're a B cup." She read aloud for the class to hear her. "Please unbutton your jeans and let them fall down so the class can see your whole front. Leave your panties on." Smiling at Kelly, Miss Sanders looking at her class, who are being very well behaved and actually learning, despite some of them getting turned on, but they will never forget what they will learn during this class. Rubbing Kelly's cotton panties, Miss Sanders went on to explain those panties are one of many types of undergarments that can be worn and telling the class to make a mental note of the wet spot she has in the front, mainly between her legs. She told the class, mainly for the boys to learn, it was excitement. As a male grows hard, a woman grows wet and hot. Having Kelly turn around, she showed the class the back of her panties, too. "Ok, you may turn back around, Kelly," she instructed her. "You are doing very well, Kelly." Stepping behind her student, Monica reached her arms around to her front and hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down. Kelly didn't resist at all, she was excited, breathing hard and really wanting to touch herself now. She was being a good student and was glad she was picked to do this for Miss Sanders. Feeling special in her own way. Letting her panties drop down to her ankles above her crumpled jeans, Kelly stood there now in front of the whole class, feeling the air hit her nude body, she lightly shuddered. Miss Sanders stepped back beside Kelly and looked at her in all of her natural young, nubile beauty. Looking at her slender shoulders, thin body frame that matches well with her budding breasts and slim stomach. Eyeing her down below, she saw her brown pubic hair, Kelly kept her legs slightly open and looking straight at her one could make out her pussy lips. Legs that are athletic due to her volleyball and basketball playing for the school team. Running her fingers through Kelly's brown, soft pubic hair, Miss Sanders looked at her student's eyes glued right at her crotch. "This is pubic hair, everyone has it, though some shave it off, but it is whatever you feel like you want to do." Informing her students, getting even more turned on running her fingers through her soft, virgin pubic hair. "Now to show you the rest, Kelly will you please turn around and place your elbows on my desk?" Doing as she was told bending over placing her elbows on the desk and looking back at her teacher's face, smiling at her. Miss Sanders took both palms and rested them on each side of Kelly's butt cheeks and opened them up. The class was now looking at her pussy and puckered asshole, some guys starting to slightly rub their jeans and girls staring in awe, and some even slightly getting turned on at the sight. "Kelly, please hold your left side open so I can point out to the class female parts." Kelly reached around with her left arm and held her butt open, feeling the cold desk warm up from her intense body heat. Looking forward now at the chalkboard where it shows the differences between males and females, jumping real quick when she felt a finger slide over her asshole down to her pussy. She never had that happen before, well, by anyone else at least. She did masturbate often and loved sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy until she came. This is new to her, though, feeling her teacher now opening her pussy lips up, sharing to the class what her pink lips and wet hole looks like. "The outer lips is the labia majora, they are different from each girl, some can be puffy, others plump, symmetrical or asymmetrical, it all depends, there are many looks." Pushing in on her soft, plump pussy lips. Feeling her own pussy continue to become sopping wet, by touching her young student and showing her off for the class. Spreading them open and showing her pink lips and dripping, wet pussy hole. She looked at the class, "These inner lips are called labia minora, but I know for nature's reasons you won't remember the last parts of those two names. Instead, pussy lips and pink lips, I believe is how you kids would say nowadays, yeah?" A little chuckle let out in the classroom, along with Kelly, who looked back at her classmates who are staring at her open sex on display for them all. Miss Sanders' fingers were wet from Kelly getting so excited from all of this and is surprised her student had made it this far not cumming or getting a orgasm. Moving from her pussy, Miss Sanders moved her fingers from her student's pussy to her little asshole, "And this students, is the anus, I am sure we are all familiar with this part of our bodies, we all have one." She smiled at her class, watching and taking in the education not making a peep. "Kelly, please turn around and stand for us." Obeying her teacher, Kelly turned around to face her friends and peers, smiling now and looking at them in their eyes. She stood naked in front of all of them, not worried or nervous anymore, she let her legs slightly part, though a little constricted due to her jeans and panties still at her ankles. Miss Sanders saw this and knew they would get in the way of furthering educating her students about female anatomy. Asking her to remove all of her clothes, but can leave her socks on since the floor being cold, she happily did as she was told, kicking off her shoes and sliding her jeans and panties off to the ground near her bra. "If you will, please, hop up here on my desk so the students can have a better view." Smiling at her student, looking at her cute hair done up and her brown eyes staring back at her, happily doing what she is told during the class time. Sitting at the edge of her desk, it was slightly cold against her bare rump, but she knew it would warm up soon. Being told to open her legs as wide as she can, Miss Sanders found a problem where she couldn't teach her students properly because of her desk being too wide and not being able to get behind Kelly right to show the class rest of a vagina. Getting Kelly's empty desk, she told Kelly to get on that instead for better situating. Sitting again on a cold surface, Kelly rubbed her soft butt around trying to warm the cold desk surface. Miss Sanders asked her again to spread her legs open wide and kept them open, she walked behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist again, lowering her hands down to her young students teenage pussy. Opening her pussy lips with her one hand and looking over Kelly's shoulder, "Ok, now this is the inside of the labia majora." She held her pussy open with two fingers feeling them getting wet again from her young student's excitement. Jumping up from the desk, Kelly felt her teacher's finger push and rub slowly over her clit hood, going back and forth with her forefinger. "This is the clitoral hood, and inside if you," she pulled back and let her clit show to the class, "is the clitoris, or clit, for short. Kelly do you have your hymen?" "N-no," She said softly, feeling her clit being rubbed on. "I lost it playing. . . out. . . back." She manage to say between breaths and soft moans. "Oh, ok that is fine." She said, smiling still rubbing her wet clit. "That can happen sometimes, the hymen is delicate and can break easily in some cases." Kelly kept rocking back and forth from Miss Sanders rubbing her, her eyes opened up fast when she felt her push two fingers inside her pussy. Miss Sanders explained this is where everything happens and where the men put their penis and when pregnant where the woman has her baby. Sliding her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy hole, she pulled out both of her fingers leaving Kelly in a state of lust and pleasure. "Thank you, Kelly. Don't forget your desk and clothes." Miss Sanders told her student in a proud voice. "Leave your clothes off, too. I hope you all took notes or remembered all of this. There will be a quiz about what you learned in the female anatomy tomorrow. Now I need someone with their hymen still. Any volunteers?" Few girls raised their hands, willing to stand naked in front of the class for their teacher. Out of lust, being turned on and wanting to please their teacher. Marie was one that had her hand up, Hillary had hers up and Lisa, too. All pretty girls, one you could tell was a cheerleader, long blonde hair, skinny, nice size breasts and long legs to go with her soft, light skin. Marie had black hair that stopped in the middle of her back, it was beautiful, she was very voluptuous and filled out in all the right places and looked like a nice handful, her big breasts pushing out of her sweater and jeans fitting nicely around her hips and legs. And Lisa was a short hair brunette who was thin and had shorts on and a jersey, quite the tomboy who wasn't afraid to show off her womanly parts for the class. "Oh, this is tough," Miss Sanders looked at her volunteers. "Oh, all three of you come up here and bring your desks." All three girls went in front of the class, some of the boys were losing it, their hard dicks straining against their jeans or shorts, especially the ones around Kelly, sitting at her desk naked looking up at the three girls about to show their hymens and bare bodies to the whole class just as she did. She was getting wet by this and felt her hand go under her desk to her drench pussy and start rubbing a little bit around her slit. One of the boys behind her reached out and touched the middle of her back, she lightly moaned by it, still horny as hell from Miss Sanders' finger teasing. Running his finger down her back to the top of her butt and lightly traced down her crack under the seat. She lifted up allowing him to slide his hand under her butt to sit on and let him do whatever. His free hand rubbing his cock over his jeans, he felt her hot, wet pussy and wriggled his fingers around the best he could with them being sat on. Leaning forward in her desk, Kelly gave him better access to her pussy. "Ok, girls, if you will please, strip down and get on your desks and open your legs." She said dryly. She was beyond turned on now, she was horny and wanted to so badly dive between the legs of one of these girls and let one of the boys just shove one of their dicks straight up her wet, drenched pussy. All three girls were up on their desks with their legs spread open, smiling and giggling a little with showing off their young bodies to the whole class. Miss Sanders looked around her classroom, looking at her students, some of them have started to fondle Kelly, she was enjoying it very much, she wouldn't interfere unless it looked like it would get out of hand or she didn't want it to happen. Gary behind her had his hand under her rump, probably fingering her to heaven, she thought. And Ben next to her reached over to fondle one of her breasts and she was shocked at her right side, Kate had reached over and started rolling Kelly's nipple between her fingers, smiling at her while rubbing her own pussy inside her unbuttoned jeans. "Ok, class, let's pay attention up here real quick." Moving behind Hillary first, she reached her arms around her waist and opening her pussy up and allowing all to see inside her pink, wet hole. "If you all see closely, feel free to come up and take a look, you can see a membrane wall, that is the hymen and it will have a hole or maybe even a few too, take note of that. Girls if you will, open your labia majora's wide and let them look too, since we can't all look at the same hymen." Smiling at her volunteers. With the three girls sitting on top their desks, the class has gathered around the front to see up close a virginal pussy. Some of the boys at first were hesitant with standing up due to their hard dicks, but didn't care when they noticed some bolted right up to the front without a second thought of their hard ons. The girls were looking too, even though some of them had a hymen themselves, they didn't want to volunteer for it. Miss Sanders leaving Hillary to open her own pussy, she moved to Lisa who was sitting next to her and reached around and opened her pussy up for the viewers to see, and after awhile, moved on to Maria, who she personally liked the most. Maria had fat pussy lips and loved how they felt when she pushed her fingers in the soft flesh to open her lips up for the gathering crowd. All the girls were getting excited and started to drip juices from their pussies onto their desks. Miss Sanders noticed one of the boys growing bold and pulled his penis out and started stroking it while looking at Lisa's hymen. Not wanting things to get out of control. "Ok all, let's get back to our desks and move on." After everyone was in their desks, Miss Sanders returned to the front of hers and leaned against it, looking at her students, four girls naked and sitting in their desks as if they were dressed and all of her students horny as can be "Any questions?" Before moving on, she asked her students. "What about you?" Gary spoke up. "What of me?" "What does a fully matured woman look like?" Asking her hoping for her reaction to be what he has in mind. "Oh, you don't want to see me, I am your old teacher." She answered blushing now. "Yes I- we do." He replied back. The class agreed with him of wanting to see her naked. "Well," She thought. "Here. If you all do well in this class and pass all your quizzes and tests, the last day, I will show you a mature woman's body completely bared and teach naked. Deal?" Handing out a worksheet. The class cheered and returned back to their work on their sheets, some excited about the last day now without even knowing what is on the agenda for tomorrow and the day after before she strips for them. Miss Sanders continued on with the rest of the class with questions and gave them a little off the record quiz about what they learned in class before class was nearly over. Few minutes before the bell rang, she had the girls get dressed and once again reminded the students about their promise of not telling a soul about how they are educated in this subject. Miss Sanders Sex-Ed Class - Final The last day of sex-ed class. Crawling out of her soft, warm bed, Monica Sanders let out a long yawn, stretching her arms high up causing her firm breasts to rise with under her silk nightie. Picking up her glasses off the nightstand and letting out another yawn before getting up and heading to her dresser getting clothes out and underclothes. Picking a white sweater to go over her undershirt and bra and a pair of black khaki pants over her white cotton panties. Sliding her nightie off and heading to her bathroom to get ready, she hung the nightie on the doorknob and went to pee and get herself ready for the Friday ahead of her. She got to the school twenty minutes before the classes started and went over her schedule for the last day of her sex-ed classes before grading the last remaining quizzes from yesterday over male and female anatomy. She thought back to yesterday's events and felt her pussy grow with heat and anticipation of today's events. She knew she would be getting naked in front of her class and almost couldn't wait. This was the first year she ever done anything like this, hell, she thought, this is the first year she ever had students bold enough to ask about her. Yesterday involved Ben getting up in front of the class and shedding his clothes as he stood naked with his six inch hard cock standing up, as she kept a firm hold on it. She lightly stroked it and when she reached his hips, she would rub the tip of her fingernails against his balls. He was nervous, but excited at the same time with a goofy smile sometimes and almost never blinking, just staring out in front of him. Some of the girls were shifting around in their seats a lot, keeping their legs crossed or rubbing their thighs together in slow, hard motions. Some of the males were a little turned on at first, but grew excited watching her rub her hand slowly up and down Ben's cock. Most likely thinking of their own cocks getting the same attention. She went on to discuss the Male anatomy, reproductive system, and differences between a female body and a male body. She remembered one part, where she talked about a male's urethra and rubbed her forefinger over his little peehole and he let out a weird noise, groan of some sort. She felt so turned on at holding his young, hard cock, but also, how innocent he was and reacted towards his student modeling. Monica had him turn around to show the backside of a male, and she went on to discuss how different the buttocks and backs were compared to a female, keeping her hand on his dick rubbing it softly and slowly and guiding him by his dick to turn around. Rubbing it more and more, she knew she couldn't send him back to his desk in the condition he was. She held a little tighter and picked up speed stroking his young cock. Her pussy getting wetter and hotter, her nipples hard against her button up dress shirt. She wanted so badly to bend over her desk and let him slide his inexperienced cock deep inside her and teach him and show her students how to fuck and suck. The girls moving more and more, rubbing their thighs faster and some even going as far to rub their tiny breasts over their shirts. Monica kept stroking him and she felt his body stiffen up and he gave her a quick glance, reaching out fast, she held her bare palm in front of his dick. Letting him shoot his cum into her hand, he did a pretty good load considering he is only eighteen, the youngest out of the class. Monica felt the warm, white cum against her palm and it's driving her over the edge of lust and ecstasy. Ben felt dizzy and she guided him back to the edge of her desk to lean on and with his sperm still in her hand. Getting back up to the front of the class, she asked if anyone wanted to see the sperm and touch it, most the girls raised their hands as suspected, the guys were already familiar with it, anyways. She went up to the front of each girl's desk and held her hand out letting them feel it and look at it. Kelly looked up innocently at her and back down to her hand, putting her finger in it and stirring it around against her teacher's soft, gooey palm. Pulling away she noticed some left on her finger and shyly put her finger in her mouth. After seeing that everyone had a chance to see it. She went back to her desk and took some tissues from a box on her desk to clean her hand off. It was a shame, she thought, letting all that young cum go to waste like that. She told Ben to get on her desk and keep his legs open and allowed anyone who wanted to see up close the male anatomy can do so for the next few minutes. She noticed a couple of the girls were brave enough to touch and hold his cock and balls, while the others were scooting closely to his, once again, hard cock. A lot of the boys kept at their desks, she laughed inside at their pride and humility they hold in front of their peers. After her hand was cleaned and another minute went by, Miss Sanders told everyone to go back to their desks and she took a stack of quizzes and passed them out once everyone was seated. Yesterday was a good day, she thought to herself, grading the last quiz. They all passed with hundreds, she looked at the stack of quizzes with a grin and naughty thoughts. Her pussy becoming wetter and on fire. Looking up at the clock, brushing her hair out of her face to behind her ears. Five minutes till the first bell rings, she looked out every now and again at her door and noticed a couple of her kids were loitering in the hallway talking and getting last minute last night details in with each other. A couple already came in, tired, but also excited for today's events and knowing she is going to get naked after lunch. The final bell rang and all of her students came flooding in through the tiny doorway to their seats. Checking attendance, she noticed them with a anxiousness boiling about the afternoon events that may or may not take place. "So, I am sure you all are waiting to hear back about the test results." She said to her students with a grin. They smiled and awaited for her answer about what she was going to be doing after lunch. "Well, it isn't the time for sex-ed, that is this afternoon." She said with a teasing voice, following groans and slumping students. "Can't you just give us a hint?" Mike asked out loud. "Sorry. You will all find out this afternoon during sex-ed." The day went by slow and hard for the students, especially the males, Monica was feeling anxious, too. She wanted to be naked and stared at by her young, innocent students. Their eyes roaming over her body, staring at her developed breasts, her stomach and hips leading down to her pussy with a little bit of fanned out pubic hair growing above her plump pussy lips. Looking back up to the clock for what seemed to be the millionth time today, lunch was almost over and soon she would have a full class again and she will be teaching in the nude. The bell finally rang and her students came pouring in fast, usually it takes the second bell before they come in, and slow on top of that. A few students were still coming back, but they made it before the second bell, Holden and Billy came in, with grins, and now class can now get started. Walking in front of her desk, Miss Sanders took her glasses off and leaned up against her desk looking at her eager students. "Ok, I am going to take a wild shot in the dark here and guess what is on your minds." She teases even more with prolonging the event to come, looking at both her female and male students wide eyes of anticipation. "You all did very well! All hundreds, surprisingly." She told them. An eruption of cheers came out and wide smiles ear to ear. "A deal is a deal." She told them. The guys at the edge of their seats and girls even excited, wanting this moment since she proposed the agreement with them about their good grades for her nudity. Door closed with a 'do not disturb' sign out as usual with her afternoon classes during sex-ed. Being asked by the other teachers who teach sex-ed to their classes about how she gets her class to get all hundreds in the three day course, she simply replies with a smile and she knows how to get her class to pay attention and do as they are instructed. "Are you sure you want to see your teacher naked?" She asked with a grin, knowing full well what they want and their eagerness getting the better of them. "Yes!" Almost the whole class chimed in. Knowing there was no going back, not that she really wanted to, but she was wondering if any had their doubts. Nope. There is no dissuading them about this. Feeling her throbbing pussy, wetting her panties now, her stomach doing flips and smiling at her students. Setting her glasses on the table, she left her hair down for this taking place so she didn't have to undo it. She took a hold of the bottom part of her thin sweater and lifting up exposing her white undershirt and slipping it off over her head. Her breasts high and firm under the tight undershirt, they aren't all that big, though, just a B-cup. It was so quiet now in the classroom just over the first garment being taken off, she looked at her students with a sly look and reached for her undershirt. She pulled it up slowly, revealing her bare stomach and stopped under her breasts and looked at the class. Monica felt the air hit her stomach and her nipples hardened even more from it, eyes all over the room burning in her bare flesh. Slipping it past her bra covered tits, she heard inaudible noises as the top of her body is exposed in all of its glory with the exception of her bra. Turning around and showing off her lean back with her curves and shapes, she slid her arms out of her bra straps and kept her breasts covered, sliding it completely around where the cups were showing to the class over her back and the strap rubbing against her stiff nipples. Her mind racing and pussy soaking wet and needing attention fast. Couple of the guys were frozen from staring at the bare back of their teacher, some females looked on with admiration and lust, too. Couple of the guys rubbing their jean covered dicks already, while others were too amazed by the show in front of them their minds turned to jelly. Dry mouths and aroused students all waited for her next move. Oh my god, she thought, I am actually doing this, she unhooked the clasp across her breasts and let the bra fall to the ground. One, two, three, she counted down silently in her mind. Turning around she showed her breasts to her class and their jaws dropped, couple let out hoots and cheers, others reached under their desks or rubbing their thighs at the wonderful sight. "Here are my breasts, a fully developed set of breasts." She told the class, feeling so turned on and almost as mindless as her students. A rush of euphoria hitting her every second she stood there with her breasts being exposed and on display. Reaching down for her khakis, she undid the button and slid the zipper down slowly. Letting out a seductive smile at her students who all had their eyes glued on her. She started to shake a little from the feeling of nervousness and first time stripping in front of her group of young students. Sliding her khakis down, wriggling her hips getting them to slide down the rest of her legs and letting them fall to her feet. Panties now remain before she is completely naked for her class and all that remains is her dress shoes, following her stepping out of her khakis and sliding her undies off. Some of the boys were frozen at the sight, girls were staring in awe and lust, as well. Still not believing their teacher is getting completely naked in front of them. Her tits looked great, they were medium sized with soft looking pink nipples and her stomach was soft and firm looking. Some of the boys in the class were rubbing a little faster, others had stopped from the shock of lust and admiration. The girls were all thinking that is what they wish their bodies will look like when they develop and mature, along with getting turned on at the beautiful sight. Lifting her leg up and sliding her shoes off and slipping her foot out of the khakis following the other one. Now standing in front of her class in nothing but cotton underwear and ankle socks. Monica hooked her thumbs on each side of her underwear and pulled them from her, sliding her thumbs to the front, she saw the look of anticipation and anxiousness burning in her students' eyes. Pulling the front down a little bit with her thumbs she let go and they all heard the waistband snap back against her soft skin. "You are all sure you want to see me naked now, right?" She asked again, teasing her classroom. "Y-yes." A few students said loudly, some muttered, others groaned something incoherently. She blushed a little from all this attention and lust geared towards her. She looked at Kelly, Marie, Ben, Holden, and Hillary. All of her students eyes on her and either secretly pleasuring themselves, frozen from excitement, or just plain admiring her. She loved it all. Turning around with a shake of her hips, she heard some noises and she slid her ands around her hips and dipped them in the back of her underwear, feeling her bare butt on her palms and soft cotton on the back of her hands. This drove most all the guys crazy and a few girls, too. Sliding them back up and placing her thumbs on the outside of the waistband Miss Sanders pulled the back of her underwear down and slid her hands to the sides of her hips, exposing her bare, soft, round butt to all of her students. Sliding her hands to the front now and pulling her underwear down to her thighs, she continued slowly sliding them down her legs bending over in front of all of her students keeping her legs slightly parted. Some of the middle rows of desks could see her pussy lips between her legs, and all let out little gasps and moans. The stroking and rubbing of thighs increasing now. Sliding her undies off of her foot and letting them drop to the ground next to her pile of clothes. She kept her back facing her students, as they admired her completely bare backside. Her round tushy and slender, curvy back with her long incredible legs and cute little feet. Opening her legs up a little bit, Monica took a quick breath, feeling the air against her wet pussy giving her a cool sensation making her all the more turned on. Turning slowly, she finally faced her class for the very first time being completely nude with the exception of her socks. She saw every pair of eyes open wide and mouths drop even lower than when she showed her bare breasts. "Well, was it worth the wait?" She asked them all with a knowing answer. There was silence in the classroom, admiration and lust surrounded her and she felt a hundred times more turned on that she ever thought she would doing this. "You are hot!" Billy broke the silence among the students. A quiet chatter of agreement went across the row of desks. "Oh stop! You're just saying that because I'm your teacher." She said with a blushing face. Her arms naturally in front of her covering when she wasn't thinking about keeping them to her side. Her black hair down, breasts firm and nipples stiff, stomach shining against the fluorescent ceiling lights with her smooth legs having a shine. Her pussy hair fine and soft looking, fanned out and kept neatly trimmed with the hint of her showing pussy lips between her legs. She felt warm and nervous all over her body and couldn't believe she actually did this and now standing naked in front of twenty-two students. Miss Sanders' charcoal black hair making the rest of her body look lighter than it really it causing a sexy contrast. After a minute of the students soaking it all in, they began to give compliments and admiration towards her naked body. Moving on with class, Monica scooted back some to lean against her desk, causing her to shift a bit from feeling the cold edge against her rump. "Ok, let us review of what all you have learned the past two days in this class." She went on asking random questions about female and male anatomy, reproduction, sex, and differences and similarities. A minute of this went on before one of the guys finally asked what the whole class was wanting to ask and know. That question students always wonder when they have a hot teacher, especially a young one. "How often do you have sex?" Shane asked after she finished answering a question from the first day for Kelly about what a blowjob was. "Umm, I. . .," she was thrown off a little by the question and boldness of it. "Well. It has been a while, teachers don't have much of a personal life after we finish grading papers, projects, and scheduling the classes for the week on weekends." She just acknowledged the fact she told her class she has almost a next to nothing sex life, let alone a personal life at that. "Do you like it?" Marie asked with a hint of curiosity, looking at her face and natural breasts as she was answered. "Well, of course." She answered with honesty. In fact, she loves it, but ever since she started teaching she has had no time to meet any new guys or potential boyfriends. Sometimes the occasional guy friend of hers would come over to visit and it might end with a friendly fuck, but nothing relationship wise, though. Maybe one day, she thought to herself looking at her students who still had their eyes glued to her bare body. The guys looked at her pussy with extreme lust while the girls admired her full and natural breasts, most likely wishing that their breasts will be this beautiful when they are her age. Hopping on her desk, Miss Sanders thought she would give her students a little bit of a view. Sitting on the cold desk Monica opened her legs and sat in front of her students as all of their eyes went straight between her legs to see her wet pussy lips. This caused a wave of pleasure to come over her, it feels so unreal, she thought. The whole class now have a complete view of her pussy and became even more aroused. The guys kept stroking slowly and all the girls feeling their panties become wet and their thighs rubbing hard up and down in slow motions. Some even dipping their hands between their legs and rubbing over their pants. What came next would cause a open gate of pleasure and arousal. "Are there anymore questions?" She asked, raising her right leg on the desk and resting her foot at the edge. Her wet pussy lips slightly opening and showing off the inner pink lips, glistening from being sopping wet and under the lights. "Could you show us a fully developed mature vagina?" Billy asked her with shyness, afraid she might say no and put an end to this for asking her to do something like that. "You all are just really wanting to learn, huh?" She asked them with a teasing, low voice. Brushing her hair back behind her ears and raising her other leg up and showing her whole pussy to the class sitting at the edge of her desk. They all looked with lust at her pussy, wet and even wetter inner lips peeking out of her plush folds. She reached down with her hand and used two fingers to open them up completely to show off her whole pussy. Most all looked at her open pussy hole and how sopping wet and shiny it was and the others saw her clit peeking out. It was so wet and pink, most the guys lost it and stroked even more now and the girls opened their legs and rubbed their pussies or their thighs still. "Given the circumstances of today. If you feel the need to masturbate, go on ahead and do so. Just keep in mind our little agreement about this subject's rules." She gave permission for the class to openly masturbate in front of her. She knew what kind of condition they would be in when they leave for the day and didn't want any of them taking chances and her whole sex-ed syllabus is ruined for future years with her teaching career, as well. With that said, most the guys whipped their dicks out and began stroking full lengths with lust while looking straight at her open pussy. Some girls undid their jeans and slipped their hands into their panties and rubbed their little to no hair covered pussies, running their finger up and down between their lips, getting all the more wetter. Looking at some of the guys stroking their cocks, Monica was overwhelmed with lust and pleasure to the point she stopped holding her pussy lips open and started rubbing her own pussy. Using her forefinger to rub her clit all around she rocked slowly back and forth on her desk feeling her pussy juices run down to between her cheeks and the desk, causing her butt to become wet and slide a little faster on the wooden desk. All of her students kept their eyes on her rubbing and within moments of her touching herself, she slid her finger inside of her pussy hole and watched her finger fuck herself on the desk in front of her class. It only took a minute of fingering her pussy with one finger until she came and soaked the edge of her desk and butt in the process. Coming to a slow stop, she pulled her finger out of her pussy and still kept her eyes closed, thinking about all of her students masturbating in front of her, giving her a huge orgasm. Coming all over her desk, she slid off and coated her butt cheeks with her juices. She couldn't believe she just did that, with having her lust and strong emotions settling down after coming, she felt a little weird and guilty doing so in front of her students, but was still turned on, especially watching them masturbate, the feeling didn't last long. Stepping closer towards her masturbating students, Miss Sanders went to the end of one row of desks and was standing in front of Ben's desk. She opened her legs and showed him her pussy up close and used her fingers to open up her pussy and she pointed out the different parts of a vagina as he kept stroking. She slid a finger inside of herself and explained this is the birth canal for pregnant women and where a man puts his penis at for sexual intercourse. He came in his hand shortly after she stuck her finger up inside her pussy. Walking to the other side of the room in front of Marie's desk she turned around and showed Marie her soft, ample butt and reached around opening her cheeks up. Displaying her tight pink butt hole and pussy lips between her thighs. Looking back behind her at Marie, she noticed her hand going up and down even faster now as she stared at her puckered little hole and wet lips. Miss Sanders went on to inform her again of the female anatomy regarding the buttocks and backside. Rubbing her finger all around her asshole before sliding it down to her pussy lips and sliding between them going back up to her tight hole with a wet finger leaving a trail of pussy juice. Marie instinctively reached out and placed her cold hand on her hip with nervousness, Miss Sanders jumped at the touch at first. But felt her hand slowly warm up as she kept it on her hip, she was frozen with nervousness and touching another naked body, a woman at that, for the very first time. Straightening out and walking away from Marie's hand, she went in front of Hillary and all the time she moved around the class all the students kept their eyes on her, never leaving her nude body for one second. She leaned over on Hillary's desk and had her breasts inches away from her face, close enough to feel her breathing heavy on them from rubbing her finger over her pussy lips inside her hip jeans. Monica was so turned on beyond rational thinking any of the students could have done anything they wanted and she would have allowed it. But none did, they kept their hands to themselves and only looked, afraid she might get upset and put an end to the show. Hillary kept her eyes on her teacher's stiff nipples and how beautiful her breasts looked. Miss Sanders looked down at Hillary's hand inside her jeans moving up and down really fast. Hillary opened her jeans up wider and pulled her panties out with her free hand to show Miss Sanders her pussy being rubbed. Letting out a groan of approval, Monica stood up and went to another random desk. Being Holden's desk. She looked down at him stroking his cock, it looked to be about five and a half inches, but pretty thick. He kept stroking it and looking at his teacher up close now. She opened her legs and rubbed her pussy on the edge of his desk, leaving wet trails as she pulled back. He looked at the fine pubic hair fanned out and her lips moving open and closing as she rubbed her pussy on his desk. His teacher letting out soft moans as she kept her rubbing up. Her finger trailing down her stomach, past her soft pussy hair and touching her clit. Rubbing it in tiny circles and pinching it in front of her student, without warning Holden shot a little load of cum, again, not too bad for his age, she thought as she looked down opening her eyes after she heard a grunt. His cum shot in the palm of his hand too, luckily, or else it'd of hit his shirt and leave a huge wet spot. Holden reached over slowly and touched the wet corner of his desk and tasted his teacher's juices. Couple the guys sitting around him reached over as well and rubbed their fingers on the corner. She took the time to get her senses together and went to Lisa's desk. Lisa looked especially cute today, Miss Sanders thought as she looked down at her student. And seeing her jeans around her ankles and hand stuffed inside her panties made her all the more prettier, she thought, smiling at her. Lisa pulled her hands out of her panties and showed Miss Sanders her wet fingers and smiled gleefully at her, as if she was looking for approval of how wet she could get her fingers. Dipping her own hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy, getting her fingers wet. Miss Sanders reached over and touched Lisa's wet fingers with her own wet fingers and gently rubbed her pussy juices onto her student's juiced fingers. Lisa shuddered at the skin contact and licked her fingers clean before stuffing them back down her panties and rubbing more, now with a furious motion. Looking around at her class, she noticed Billy behind her was admiring her bare butt as he stroked himself and soon came in his hand when she opened her butt for him to view her tight, puckered hole. Smiling at him and looking at the load he shot in his hand and little on his desk, she reached up and bunched her tits together and rubbed them together in front of his face only inches away. She continued this for the remainder of class, not even bothering with information about the female body. All of her students were too much involved in masturbating to listen any. All of her students successfully came, couple girls, however, did not. But they kept rubbing their pussies, anyways. She went back up to her desk and gathered her clothes up, bending over in front of her students, giving them one last view of her butt and pussy before she dressed back up. Monica felt so turned on it drove her absolutely crazy, she knew tonight she would get a visit and not worry about anything at all this weekend, except getting full and concluding her lesson of sex-ed with a friend or two.

Mel's Last Minute Gift by RSW As she watched Carla pull another strapless sun dress off the rack and hold it against her body, she could no longer keep her curiosity in check. “Are you an exhibitionist?” Melanie asked. That was more blunt than she had intended. The two were good friends, but they had only met five months ago. Upon moving to the area, Carla posted a personal ad on Craigslist looking for a friend, and Melanie, who was in a similar situation, answered it. They hit it off fast and were lucky enough that even their husbands had a lot in common. Still, Mel knew the relationship was still developing and wanted to be careful not offend. “What do you mean?”  Melanie couldn’t help but notice that everything her friend wore was either low cut, short, or both. Even her sweatpants drew attention because of the words printed across her backside. On the other hand, comments made here and there seemed to indicate that she had a rather puritanical view about nudity. “I’m confused. When you told me the story about Ted’s coworker getting hurt in an, um, indelicate place because he was walking around his house naked, you seemed so scandalized. On the other hand, your clothing choices are much less conservative than mine.” “There’s nothing to be confused about. My clothes cover all the important parts. What’s the big deal?” Carla said. “But what you wear draws attention to your body. Do you enjoy it when people to look?” Carla blushed a little. “I guess I don’t mind when guys check me out.” “What about nudity? Do you sleep nude? Do you let Ted photograph you naked or undress you in public?” “Oh, no. I wear a full nightgown to bed, and I only undress to shower and to actually have sex.” “See,” Melanie said, “That’s what I don’t understand. You seem so confident about showing off your body with skimpy clothes, but you don’t like being naked.” “It’s not that I don’t like being naked; it’s that it turns me on. Ted knows that, if he sees me without clothes, I want him in bed.” “What about other people? How would you feel if other guys saw you naked?” Carla thought for a moment before answering. “To be honest, it would probably turn me on.” “And how would Ted feel about it?”  “He’s pretty easy going. I don’t think that it would upset him.” “But would he get turned on by it?” “I don’t know, but he’s never asked me to do anything like that.” “You and I are in completely opposite situations as far as this goes. You like showing off, but your husband doesn’t care. In my case, Jim wants me to wear more revealing clothes, and I simply can’t.” “Why not?” “I don’t mind Jim looking at me, but I can’t stand the thought of others staring at my body.” “Well, I guess you should keep dressing how you like, then,” Carla said. “Yeah, but…” “But what?” “It’s just that our sex life has gotten to be so mundane. We make love once every weekend, usually on either Saturday or Sunday morning. There’s no spontaneity, and he never loses control. He always makes sure that I’m satisfied. Then he finishes.” “That doesn’t sound so bad to me.” “Think of it this way: what if you gave Ted the equivalent of socks and underwear for Christmas, and he went out and got you those diamond earrings that you’ve been wanting at Zales? How would you feel?” “Like I’m not holding up my end of the bargain.” “Exactly. I want to make him as happy as he makes me.” “What makes him happy?” “That’s part of what frustrates me so much. He won’t tell me. I have to go by hints and how he’s reacted to things in the past.” “What have you been able to figure out so far?” “When we first got married, he’d make jokes about me taking my clothes off in public. At first, I thought that he was kidding around. I mean, wouldn’t a guy get jealous if his girl were naked in front of other guys? Turns out, I’m pretty sure I was wrong.” “I thought you didn’t want anyone looking at your body! You’ve taken off your clothes where other people could see you?” “No. Not exactly. But I have done things where it was at least possible that someone could have seen me, and he seemed to enjoy it. The problem is that I don’t know how far he really wants me to go or how far I’m willing to go.” “Why don’t the two of you discuss it?” “Whenever I ask him anything straight out about anything having to do with sex, he gets all embarrassed and shuts down. It doesn’t work.” Carla picked up a red evening dress.  “I have an idea. Buy this, and make him take you someplace where you can wear it. It’s a great place to start.” Melanie looked at the garment. The V-neck would show off most of her boobs, and it didn’t look like it would come down much past her behind. “That’s part of the problem. I think he would love it, but I couldn’t wear that!” “Try it on, at least.” After much hounding, Carla was able to talk her into putting it on. Melanie had to completely remove her bra because most of the front would have been visible. “See, that’s not so bad,” Carla said. “Not so bad! You can see half my breasts, and there’s no way that I can go braless.” “We can find you an appropriate bra. Now turn around.” “I’m not wearing this thing.” “Think of making him lose control. Come on, I dare you.” “But…” “This is no worse than what I wear almost everyday. Do you see people stopping to stare at me?” Melanie knew that guys often did do a double take to check Carla out and that this dress was a lot more revealing than her everyday attire. She did feel sexy in it, though.  ‘Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad…’ To her own surprise, Mel found herself accepting the challenge. End Prologue Part 1 Jim wasn’t terribly surprised when Melanie announced that she had bought a new dress and that she wanted him to take her out somewhere nice. In general, he tended not to volunteer for such things, but he did cater to his wife’s wishes when she was in the mood for an evening on the town. Thus he found himself booking tickets for a sunset dinner cruise. He was surprised, however, on the night of the occasion when her first saw the dress. Jim had dressed in a dark suit with, at Mel’s request, a red holiday tie and had left the bedroom while she was still getting ready. Now that he saw her descending the stairs, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Mel had naturally large breasts, and the weight the she put on after college only served to make them bigger. He knew that they were inconvenient for her, as she complained often that their weight caused her back and neck problems. He realized that she would eventually follow through on her plans to have them reduced, but, in the meantime, there was no question what part of her body was his favorite. If only she didn’t always keep them completely under wraps when they were in public. He had noticed that she started wearing slightly tighter shirts since meeting Carla, which he encouraged as covertly as possible, but she still didn’t show much cleavage. One time, she did wear a rather low cut swimsuit to the beach, but she seemed embarrassed the whole time. He hadn’t seen the suit again after that day. This dress, though! Wow! It was so low cut that it literally reached to right above the point where the two bra cups presumably joined, and it revealed the entire inner and upper parts of her breasts to the very edge of her areole. Only thin straps crossing her shoulders interrupted the vast expanse of bare skin above the rest of the bright red material. Jim knew exactly where the eyes of every straight male that they passed tonight would be drawn. As hard as it was to move past the incredible amount of cleavage being shown, he was interested in the rest of her dress as well. She didn’t wear tight clothing because she felt that it didn’t flatter her body, so he wasn’t shocked to see that the fabric floated about her with only a slight cinch at the waist. He couldn’t believe, however, how short it was. The hem ended several inches above her knee, and it bounced as she walked. From his angle sitting on the couch, he could see that she was wearing panties that matched the rest of her outfit. Mel would have to be very careful, or the people around her were going to be seeing an awful lot of her tonight! Black leather boots that came most of the way up her calf completed the ensemble. He couldn’t remember the last time that she had worn them. Was it that the temperature had dropped low enough to make them bearable or was it that she was completely catering her wardrobe to him tonight? Nothing made an outfit sexier than the addition of the boots! “So?” she asked as she entered the living room. Jim realized that he had been gawking silently. “Absolutely incredible. You look so beautiful.” He took her in his arms and gave her a tight hug and long kiss. “Are you ready to go?” Jim asked. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve his wife dressing this way, but he wanted to get her out of the house before she came to her senses. “Sure…” He grabbed her hand and tried to lead her to the door. “Jim, you don’t think that this outfit is too revealing, do you?” “No, baby. It’s absolutely perfect, and we need to leave now.” “I thought that we had plenty of time.” “It is an hour and a half until the ship boards, but I’m worried about traffic. It’s a long way to downtown, and, if an accident snarls up the interstate, it’ll take forever to get there.” Jim knew that Mel had a phobia about being late. The mere suggestion of it made her focus more on the time than on her attire, and he was able to rush her out of the house. As he pulled out of their neighborhood, he absently stroked the bare portion of her leg between the bottom of the skirt and the top of the boots and reflected upon the fact that Melanie leaving her legs constantly bare in shorts and skirts was probably his favorite part of living on Oahu. That and the fact that it was still warm enough in mid December for her to dress the way she did tonight. He desperately wanted to ask how embarrassed she was about her clothing but was too afraid that such a comment would ruin the whole thing. Until the boat left the dock, she could always chicken out. Instead, he turned the conversation toward their holiday schedule. Nothing occupied her mind better than planning. “Have we figured out what we’re going to do about Christmas yet?” “Since we’re not flying home and Ted and Carla are in the same situation, we’re going to spend the day together.” At the time they both had to put in for vacation at work, the price of flights to the mainland were outrageous. As much as it had pained them to not be with their families for Christmas, they had reluctantly decided that it wasn’t feasible from a financial standpoint. “Sounds good. Are we going to their place, or are they coming to our house?” “Carla wanted to do it there, but I convinced her that ours made a lot more sense. It’s bigger and has a much nicer kitchen.” “Are they coming over the morning of, then?” “Actually, I think that it’s going to be better if they spend the night Christmas Eve. She’s going to make the ham, which will need to be started no later than 9:30 or so if we’re going to have an early lunch. Factoring in food prep time, driving from her house, and loading the car, they’d need to get up by 7, and you know how she likes to sleep late.” “Sounds like you and she have it all arranged. Works for me.” He kept her occupied with light conversation until they arrived at the dock. Even though he had driven relatively slowly, they still were a full half hour early, and Jim tried to figure out the best way to play the situation. If went ahead and got in line, would his wife become more accustomed to her state of dress or would it make her more self conscious? He didn’t want to risk her deciding to back out. He could always play the money card – the nonrefundable tickets had cost over $100 each – but he would prefer not to do that. He decided that staying in the car until the last minute was the best bet, so he pointed out that standing in line for a long time would make Mel’s feet hurt because of the boots. It wasn’t hard to convince her. They ended up waiting until the line had almost completely dissipated before exiting the vehicle. He could tell that she was self conscious about her attire; she walked slowly with one of her hands holding her skirt, and she kept glancing down, presumably to make sure that she was still contained. Regardless of how she might have been feeling, though, she was a trooper and didn’t verbalize any fears or complaints. Jim noticed that the gentleman taking their tickets stole a few quick glances at his wife’s cleavage. Who could blame him? From an objective point of view, her clothing wasn’t completely out of the ordinary considering the styles of the day. If you spent the day people watching in Waikiki, you’d certainly see girls with shorter skirts and blouses that were at least as low cut. Just like Mel tonight, though, those girls all drew quite a bit of attention. Besides, her breasts were so big that half of them being exposed equaled more skin than if most girls bared themselves fully.  Was it only his imagination that every male eye in the restaurant focused on her as he and Mel followed the hostess to the table?  He held her chair out for her and noted how carefully she sat down. With one hand, she made sure the skirt folded under her behind, and she placed the other one at her neck to guard against views down her front.  Because of the angle and being focused on driving, Jim hadn’t realized how the material covering his wife’s nipples adjusted when she was seated, and he bet that she had never modeled the dress in the mirror in that pose either. While it completely covered her while she stood, the fabric bowed outward when she was in a sitting position. Whenever she leaned even slightly forward, both her entire nipples came into view! He couldn’t help but wonder about exactly what kind of bra was she wearing. He debated telling her how much she was showing but decided against it. As long as she didn’t discover it on her own, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. The young waiter who took their drink orders certainly took notice, though. All his comments to Mel were directed directly to her chest.  He was dying to know what Melanie was thinking and feeling. Was she turned on? Was she embarrassed? Her attitude about showing off had him perplexed. When they started dating, she told him that he wouldn’t see her naked until their wedding night. That prohibition lasted less than a week, and he had begun to think that maybe she’d be amenable to trying out some of the things he read about online involving dares and such. It embarrassed him too much to ask outright if she was interested, but, after getting married, he hinted about the things that he enjoyed. He even got her to do some interesting things like take a naked midnight stroll in the park. He still loved the pictures that he took of her on the swing set and on the picnic table.  He had convinced her to do it by getting her an awesome anniversary present and suggesting that she give him a very personal IOU instead of buying something for him. It had been hard, but he had made himself tell her what he wanted. She had dutifully gone through with it, but he didn’t get the sense that she enjoyed it, which sucked most of the fun out of the experience for him. It wasn’t that she didn’t get aroused when doing those kind of things, but she got aroused so easily anyway that the games probably weren’t worth it for her. He had needed some kind of encouragement from her that it was all right to continue trying such things. Instead, that night had been one of their last forays into outside nudity. He assumed that she wasn’t into it, so he had pretty much given up hope of any future escapades. Then she walked downstairs tonight wearing a dress that looked like it would give Carla pause ready to go out where who knows how many people would see her. What gives? “I don’t mean to question my good fortune,” he said, “but you’re dressed a little more risqué than normal. What prompted this treat?” She smiled at him. “It’s been a while since we’ve done anything fun. Remember the time that you took me to that midnight showing of… What movie was that?” “I don’t remember which film it was either. My recollection of you wearing those boots, a long coat, and nothing else is still quite vivid, however.” “No one else was in the theater, and the coat spent the entire time on the seat next to me if I recall correctly. It was a good night.” It had been a good night. His hands had been all over her. He had known that she was terrified that someone would walk in, but she had done it. Later in their apartment, the sex had been fantastic. “How about the game that we used to play when we lived in Missouri? We haven’t done that in a while either.” Their house had been located on the outskirts of the suburbs, and they had a relatively private drive home for the last several miles. On the way back from a particularly long road trip, he had started teasing her by rubbing her thighs under her skirt. By the time they reached the city where they lived, they had both been horny and anxious to get to their place. Each stop sign and traffic light became agony. On a whim, he told her to remove a piece of clothing while they were stopped at one, and she took off her socks without complaint, her shoes having come off as soon as they got in the car. He soon came to another stop and asked her for another article. She leaned her seat all the way back. Now out of sight of surrounding cars, she reached under her shirt and took off her bra. At the next stop, she didn’t have to be asked; Mel slid her hands under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Two more times before they reached their house, Jim pulled the car to a complete halt, and, when he drove into their attached garage, his hands were roaming all over her naked body.  They played this little game many more times before they moved; it was perfect for both of them because to Jim it felt like she was exhibiting herself in public and because to Melanie it felt safe. She always removed her top last, so no part of her was completely uncovered until the last stop sign. From that point, their destination was less than a mile away in a sparsely populated area. “Don’t I know it. I didn’t think that you’d go for doing that anymore. The areas we’ve lived since then are so much more densely populated.” “Well, maybe not that,” she said, “but something maybe. Anyway, I was shopping with Carla the other day, and she pointed this dress out to me. I thought that you would like it.” “Woohoo! Go Carla. She’s a great influence. Remind me to thank her.” “You really don’t think that it’s too much?” “Absolutely not. It’s perfect.” Jim knew he needed to change the subject. “So,” he asked, “what kind of game did you have in mind?” “I don’t know. I thought that going out dressed like this was the game. Do you have an idea?” Jim had an idea, alright. “You probably never saw the movie, Sliver, did you?” “Doesn’t sound familiar.” “It wasn’t that great a movie, but it did have one of the most sexy scenes that I’ve ever watched.” Jim couldn’t bring himself to use the word “erotic.” “The male lead,” he said, “and Sharon Stone were sitting at a table in a restaurant flirting with each other. He then asked her to give him her panties right there at the table. I would love it if you’d give me yours right now.” He had almost amended that statement to ask her to give him her red panties. The only way that he could have know the color, though, would have been if he had seen them. He didn’t think it prudent given the nature of his request to remind her about the short length of her skirt. Melanie nearly choked on her drink. “Here? Now?” Jim nodded his head. “I don’t know…” Jim didn’t say anything. He knew from experience that his best bet was to let her work it out for herself. She was obviously feeling playful and wanted to please him. If there was anyway she could figure out how to do it, she would. If she couldn’t, nothing that he could say would change the fact, and pushing it would ruin the mood. Their table was against a wall instead of in front of one of the big windows looking out over the water, and the white tablecloth draped over it fell all the way to Melanie’s lap. She scooted her chair as far as possible under the cover it provided and discreetly looked around the room. He was sure that she noticed, as he had, that most of the people dining were concentrating on each other, on the food, or on the wonderful view of Diamondhead in the late afternoon sun. He watched as she fidgeted in her chair, wondering what she was doing. Then he figured it out; she was adjusting herself so that she wasn’t sitting on her skirt. She apparently accomplished her goal, because she stopped moving around and took a few bites of her meal.  ‘That’s smart,’ he thought. ‘If the movement attracted anyone’s attention, she’s giving them time to be distracted by something else before continuing.’ He tried to imagine the perspective of the diners sitting near them. Mel was sitting against the wall with her legs and bottom of her skirt hidden underneath the table. The only part of her visible below the waist visible was a small section of the left side of her dress.  Overall, she was fairly well protected from sight, but just that small section being in the open meant that she had to be extremely careful not to raise up that side of her skirt. After a rather large sip of wine, she removed both of her hands from the top of the table. As Jim watched her arms move, he fantasized about what she must be feeling as she removed her most intimate garment in such a public setting. Was she frightened, embarrassed, aroused? He decided she was probably feeling a mixture of the three. He saw her waist rise up the tiniest bit off the chair and noticed that her arms made several rapid movements before returning to the waiting eating utensils. She calmly took another several bites and yet another large gulp of wine before dropping her right hand down to her lap. ‘She must have gotten them to what, her thighs, with that move,’ he thought. He marveled at how she could manage to serenely consume her meal while in the midst of taking off her underwear in a crowded restaurant. This time, her arm movements were much less perceptible, and it wasn’t until she bent over, pretending to scratch her leg, that he realized she was now picking up her discarded panties off the floor. She grinned at him as she held out her closed right fist to him. He reached out to her, and she dropped the tiny ball of material into his hand. He discretely placed it in his jacket pocket. She had done it!  By the time that they finished their meal, dessert, and a cup of coffee each, the sun was setting over Honolulu. “Would you like to go out to the observation deck?” he asked. “Sure. Which one?” The ship had open decks in the front and the rear as well as on the roof. “The roof?” He figured that there would be a lot of stairs to climb, and the wind would be stronger up there. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go. “Okay.” He stood and pulled her chair back for her. She must have felt even more self conscious after having surrendered panties than when she first walked in. Did she feel like everyone knew her secret? Like everyone was looking at her, trying to see up her skirt? He certainly did, and he had never wanted her more. When they reached the stairs, he attempted to go up first, but her hand pulled him back. “I don’t think so,” she said. ‘Oops. Is she going to balk about going to the roof?’ he thought. “You’re going up behind me, and you’re going to stay close,” she continued. He was relieved. She wasn’t going to give free shows, but she would humor him otherwise. Anyone who wanted to see the otherwise unobstructed view of her pussy would have to have been able to see through him for their trek up each of the flights. The final ascension to the top was via a fireman’s ladder, but he was able to shield her from sight on it as well. He stepped off it right behind her and onto the roof decking. Handrails lined a somewhat narrow section that ran the entire length of the ship. The area offered panoramic views with, since the vessel had completed its turn, the sun setting over Honolulu on the starboard side and the vast expanse of ocean off the port side.  All things considered, it surprised Jim how few people were were up there. Besides them, there were only half a dozen couples. Perhaps the relatively strong wind kept others away. “Do you want to stay here?” he asked. “Let’s get some pictures of the flags at the back.” Her death grip with both hands on the sides of her skirt was the only sign of her concern about her attire as they walked. “Look at how pretty it is,” she said. “Take some pictures.” Jim pulled the digital camera from his pocket and began snapping shots of the scenery.  “Let me get a couple of you. Put your hands on the railing and look at downtown,” he said as he framed the shot. She tentatively let go of her skirt, keeping her hands nearby while she tested how it would behave in the wind. It whipped around a bit, but it didn’t rise up enough to show anything. She allowed him to take several pictures and gradually seemed to become more comfortable. Jim wanted to ask her to flash him, but there was never a time when they were alone. He didn’t want to press his luck by asking. He did, however, hold the camera at the ready in case mother nature decided to help him out. The wind, though strong, didn’t vary much in direction and played with the hemline without moving it up. They enjoyed the view from the roof so much that they decided to remain there until the boat docked, which turned out to be a fortuitous choice for Jim. As they entered the canal, the buildings on both sides altered the flow of the wind. Melanie apparently didn’t notice, but her skirt was now lifting enough for him to catch views of the bottom of her backside.  He knew that he should tell her what was happening. Instead, he took pictures. His favorite turned out to be the one with half of her butt showing and the male half of a couple in the background looking on in approval. Jim made a mental note to download the images and copy that one and a few others to his private directory before she got a chance to see them. It was dark by the time that they got back in the car. “I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed tonight. Thank you so much for wearing that dress. Anywhere else you want to go? Symphony? A play?”  She laughed. “Maybe…” was all he could get out of her. Traffic was much lighter on the way back than it had been on the way into town, but Jim used his time wisely, taking advantage of his wife’s lack of panties to tease her mercilessly with his hands. By the time they exited the H-1, she had climaxed once. Their earlier conversation about games weighed on Jim’s mind. Not counting the boots, Mel was only wearing a dress and a bra. He knew that she wouldn’t take either of those off before bypassing the guard shack at the entrance to their subdivision. After that, though, there were two stop signs… He didn’t make the suggestion until they had been waived through the security check point.  “Any interest in playing the stop game tonight? Shoes don’t count though.” He could see that she was running the idea through her mind. She knew as well as him that agreeing would mean that she ended up naked. She couldn’t be afraid of anyone seeing inside the car, but their townhouse didn’t have a garage.  “Okay.” If his heart was pounding this rapidly he stopped his car the first time, what must she feel like? Without a word, she pulled off her dress and threw it in the back seat. Her stripping revealed the mystery bra. He had never seen her wear anything like it. It consisted of a thin band of material that wrapped around her torso immediately below her breasts. Each cup consisted of a wire-reinforced mesh that pushed each of her globes up from beneath. It appeared to provide a degree of support and boost without covering her at all. He used his hand to caress her stomach before moving lower. She was revved up pretty hot and heavy when they reached the second stop sign.  He didn’t stop his attention to her nether regions until after she had removed her bra. He knew that she was about to cum, but how could he resist that beautiful breasts? Tenderly, he stroked and squeezed them and lightly pinched her bare, hard nipples before returning to finish her off. “Can I have my clothes back until we get inside the house?” she asked once they had parked. “If you really want them, of course. It’s only a short walk, though, less than twenty steps. No one’s outside, and it’s extremely unlikely that anyone will be looking out their windows.” He didn’t quite plead, but he knew that she could tell how much that he wanted her to do the walk naked. “Go open the door.” Before she had a chance to change her mind, he grabbed her dress and bra out of the back seat and practically ran to the front of the townhouse. He unlocked the door and turned to watch her. There was a long pause where nothing happened. ‘She must be looking around to make sure that no one can see her.’ Finally, the car door opened, and she got out.  It was glorious. The car’s interior light illuminated his wife’s body, completely nude except for a pair of boots. Her huge breasts out in the open for anyone who cared to glance out of their house. Her bare butt, bush, and tummy were equally as assessable to view. The thought of the possibility of their neighbors seeing her excited him. She apparently decided that avoiding making noise was preferable to moving fast because she closed the car door slowly and softly. At first, he thought that she was trembling with nervousness because she looked wobbly as she approached him. He realized, though, that her legs must still be shaky from her two recent orgasms. He wished that the walk could have lasted all night, but, all to soon, she was inside. He grabbed her in a full body embrace and kissed her deeply before nudging her in the direction of the stairs. He stopped her, though, on the first step and had her bend over while he shucked his pants and underwear.  She had her third climax of the night right there, and he coaxed two more out of her in their bedroom prior to finishing himself. End Part 1 Interlude “So, how did it go?” Carla asked when Melanie called her the next morning. “We definitely had sex, but he still didn’t lose control.” “He liked it, though, right?” “That’s an understatement. I think he’s still grinning.” Melanie told Carla about the events of the evening, including her nude walk. “I tell you, it pushed my limits to the edge, and I still didn’t achieve what I was after.” “Was it that bad for you?” “I don’t know. I felt like everyone was looking at me. I hate that feeling.” “Was there anything positive?” “It was fun playing games with him again. We hadn’t done that in so long. I wish he’d tell me what he wants.” “You’re going to have to keep experimenting,” Carla said. “Any ideas as to what you can do?” “I actually did think of something that might send him over the edge, but I’m not sure that I can pull it off.” “Why not?” “It involves you.” “Me?” “Well,” Melanie said, “I was thinking that, since I did a dare, you should have to too.” “What did you have in mind?” After hearing the proposal, Carla said, “No way. That’s not anyway comparable to you wearing a nice dress out on the town.” “Come on. You practically admitted the other day that you’d like it, and who knows, maybe Ted will like it too.” “What about you? You’d be taking the same risk.” “I have confidence in Jim. He’ll win.” “What if he doesn’t?” “Then I guess I’ll have to do the forfeit.” There was silence on the line. “If it means so much to you that you’re willing to do it, I guess that I’ll agree.” It took some negotiation, but the two hashed out the final details. End Interlude Start Part 2 Since everyone worked half days on the 24th, Carla and Ted arrived at their host’s residence in the late afternoon. By 7 o’clock, the group had eaten supper and cleaned up. As they sat around the dining room table chatting, Mel surprised Jim with a question. “Honey, I told Carla that you would crush Ted if y’all played chess. Am I right?” Jim knew that she didn’t usually talk trash and the comment immediately aroused his curiosity. He decided to play it safe with a diplomatic answer. “Well, I guess I’m a pretty fair player, but I have no idea his skill level.” They had played a lot of board games together, from Agricola to Power Grid, and Jim normally won. The two of them, however, had never gotten around to testing their respective skills at chess. “But you would probably beat him, right?” Jim had been a member of his college chess club and, while a bit rusty and definitely not master level, knew that anyone who hadn’t spent a serious amount of time studying the game wasn’t likely to defeat him. Melanie obviously wanted him to answer truthfully. “Probably.” “Good, cause Carla thinks otherwise, and we made a little bet regarding the subject.” “Really? That sounds interesting. What did you bet?” “The girl whose husband loses has to strip naked.” Jim’s eyes went wide as he looked around the room. Their group hadn’t done, or even talked about, any thing like this, and he had never seen Carla wearing less than a swimsuit. Ted looked as shocked as he was, and he imagined that Ted, like him, was expecting the girls to announce that it was all a joke at any second. That announcement never came, however. Both of them looked serious, if a bit apprehensive. Jim stood and motioned for Ted to join him. “I guess we should get the chess set then.” He waited until they were standing in front of the closet that held his board games, safely out of the girls earshot, before he spoke. “I think they mean it. Are you cool with this? I mean, what if you lose, and I see Carla naked?” “I’m not the jealous type. As long as it’s a look but don’t touch kind of thing, I don’t have a problem with it. What about you, though? What if it’s Melanie that has to strip?” Jim smiled. “Truthfully, I’m not sure whether I’m hoping that I win or that I lose.” As they retrieved the game pieces and headed downstairs, he wrestled with the question as to whether or not he should throw the game. He’d like to see his friend’s wife naked, of course, but his ultimate fantasy involved exposing his own wife. As much as the prospect of seeing his shy wife taking off her clothes in front of anyone besides him thrilled him, though, he felt strongly about gaming ethics. He had no respect for someone who didn’t try his best to win and couldn’t think of a situation, including this one, where it was okay to throw a game.  It didn’t take long to get the board set up, but there was a little negotiating involved with establishing the conditions for the game. Jim wanted to use his clock with a 30 minute limit so that the game didn’t take forever. He also knew that, by its very presence, the device would give him an advantage once his opponent admitted to never using one. Ted, balked at the suggestion, though. ‘It’s unlikely that he’s a serious player if he’s never participated in a timed game. That means no tournaments or formal play,’ Jim thought.  “Okay. No clock. I can’t justifiably say that I’ve ever seen you take an undeservedly large amount of time to make decisions anyway.” Ted grabbed a pawn of each color, moved his hands behind his back, and held out two closed fists. “Choose,” he said. Jim pointed to the right one, and Ted opened it to reveal the white playing piece. Sitting at the kitchen table with both women looking on with interest, Jim made his first move, and his friend quickly responded. The game stayed even through the opening as both players developed pieces, castled, and exchanged center pawns. ‘No mistakes so far,’ Jim thought. ‘He obviously not incompetent.’ Knowing a few simple principles will get you through the opening solidly without you having to memorize a lot of specific plays and counters. It’s in the mid game where the player with the better ability to see ahead begins to establish an advantage. After another five moves, Jim wondered if Ted even knew that he was starting to get into trouble. Though the piece count was even, Jim’s position clearly dominated the board. Both his rooks commanded open files, his bishops and knights controlled the center, and all his pieces were positioned to attack the opposing king. In contrast, Ted’s queen side rook still lay trapped by his unmoved knight and one of his bishops sat on a practically useless square. The game effectively ended a short while later when Jim used his positional advantage to trap Ted’s queen, taking it at the cost of only a knight. His opponent fought valiantly from that point but had no real hope short of a stalemate. Since Jim was consummately skilled in the art of end game play, it quickly became apparent that even that faint ambition held no chance, and Ted tipped his king over. “Sorry, Pumpkin,” Ted said to Carla. To her credit, Carla didn’t try to equivocate or back out. Wearing a short strapless dress that wrapped around her chest under her arms and stopped above her knee, she stood. Jim had always wondered what she wore underneath her typical attire, and now he was about to find out. Without much hesitation, she pushed the garment down. Since elastic was the only thing holding it up, it fell to the floor without much effort leaving her in a pair of green, bikini cut panties and a brown wrap around her chest.  ‘That’s odd,’ Jim thought. ‘I’ve never seen anything like that. It’s some form of stretchy material. The tension must keep her boobs from bouncing around too much. Why would she wear that instead of a normal strapless bra?’ Not for the first time in his life, he realized that he well and truly was a geek. Regardless of why she wore that particular type of top, she didn’t keep it on much longer. She pushed it down much like her dress, and seconds later she stepped out of it as well. Then she paused. Jim didn’t know if she was nervous about removing her lone remaining piece of clothing or if she simply wanted to give them a few moments to take in the view of her breasts before distracting them with the rest of her body. He decided that the view was well worth the attention. Obviously, Carla’s much thinner frame didn’t support nearly the cup size of Melanie, but her pert tits stood out proudly. Jim especially liked her tiny areole and short, rock hard nipples. He continued staring at them until she began to move her hands once again. ‘Is she actually going to do this?’ he thought. ‘Get totally naked in front of us?’ Apparently, the answer was “yes” because she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of the green material and pushed down, revealing trimmed soft brown curls that contrasted with the auburn hair on her head. She dutifully stepped out of the panties and stood before them naked with her hands on her hips.  Jim looked her up and down before realizing that he was checking out his friend’s naked wife with both his own wife and the husband of the object of his lusty stare right there in the room. He guiltily looked around hoping that he wasn’t in too much hot water. Ted was smiling and didn’t seem all that concerned about Carla’s state of undress. Carla herself seemed maybe a little anxious but certainly not traumatized. Now that he had finally removed his gaze from her more interesting parts, she didn’t have trouble meeting his eyes. ‘Good, it doesn’t seem like there will be too much awkwardness created by this.’ His big concern, however, was Mel. Would she be angry at him? I mean, she set this up. It wouldn’t be entirely logical for her to arrange her friend to strip in front of him and then get mad because he looked, would it? Then again, when had he ever considered women to be logical? When he forced himself to look at Melanie to gauge her reaction, however, she seemed to be more amused than irritated. Once she saw him look at her, she smiled and made a circular motion with her hand. The level of sexual tension in the room addled his thinking a bit, so it took him a second to figure out the she was motioning for Carla to turn around. He turned his head back to ogle Carla. He couldn’t believe it, but she meekly followed Melanie’s unspoken command, turning to show off her bare backside. Jim had now seen as much of her as anyone except probably her husband and her gynecologist. She stayed with her back facing them until Melanie spoke. “Who’s up for a movie?” Carla immediately spun around and glared at her.  ‘What’s the deal? The bet was just to strip, right? Can’t she get dressed now?’ That didn’t appear to be the case. Instead, she marched, still nude, into the living room as the rest of the crew watched her retreating butt jiggle. “If it has to be a Christmas movie, I vote Die Hard or Gremlins,” Ted said. “I was thinking either Elf of the Santa Clause,” Mel said. “How about A Miracle on 34th Street or It’s a Wonderful Life?” Jim suggested. After a brief discussion while walking through the kitchen, they gave in to Melanie’s choice and picked Elf. Meanwhile, Carla had settled into the middle position of the three person couch. Jim couldn’t help but notice that, while she wasn’t trying to cover herself, her legs were held tightly together and she was sitting on a dishtowel that she had apparently grabbed on her way into the room. Jim felt himself blush when he figured out why it was necessary. Melanie and Ted sat on either side of her, and Jim took a seat in the oversized chair, propping up his feet on the ottoman. He was sorely tempted to spend the whole movie staring at the naked girl but decided that would be too impolite. Obviously, though, he took advantage of any excuse to look in her direction.  By the end of the movie, her smell permeated the room, and he noticed that her nipples were still incredibly hard.  ‘Not surprising,’ he thought. ‘I’m in the same situation. Ted’s going to be getting lucky tonight, and I better be, too.’ With the start of the closing credits, Carla finally found her voice. “Okay. It’s over. We’re going to bed now.” She stood, grabbed Ted’s hand, and drug him up the stairs. Jim took the remote control and turned off the DVD player and TV while Mel got the lights. “Shall we?” he said, pointing upstairs. He barely let her get the door closed before he started undressing her. His hands roamed all over her, and he had her naked in moments. He moved behind her and kissed her neck while groping her breasts and fingering her clit. As soon as he felt that she was wet, he let her go so that he could remove his own clothes. She laid down on her back on the bed, spreading her legs in anticipation. He entered her urgently. He had barely begun, however, before he finished. That had never happened before. Usually, he took his time and made sure that she was completely sated before letting himself finish. “I’m sorry,’ he said, removing himself from inside her and reaching for the paper towels on the dresser. “It’s okay.” He handed her one and cleaned himself up before turning back to her. She lay on her back, panting. He snuggled up next to her and began massaging her stomach. “You look like you want to say something,” he said. “Were you thinking about her when you…” she asked. How was he to answer that? He hated talking about this kind of stuff. Instead of answering, he laid his head on her shoulder. After a moment, she turned his back to him. After nearly six years of marriage, Jim could easily differentiate between her turning over so that they could spoon and her turning over in order to give him the cold shoulder. This time, he could feel the temperature drop from the chill. Apparently, this one was important to her. ‘This is silly,’ he thought. ‘She’s never given me cause to regret it when I’ve opened up to her. Why can’t I just trust her?’ “I was thinking about you,” he said. “I was imagining what would have happened if I lost.” Quickly, she turned to him and kissed him. They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. End Part 2 Part 3 Knowing how much Carla liked to sleep as late as possible, they took their time waking up, and it was after 8 before they finished showering and dressing. Jim woke their guests up with a knock while Mel headed downstairs to start food preparation for the big holiday meal. It turned out that the other couple had showered the night before after completing their intimate relations. Ted and Jim grabbed bowls of cereal which they ate while watching TV in the living room while the girls snacked on muffins while working on getting all the necessary dishes started. The guys heard the stifled sounds of conversation coming from the kitchen but didn’t pay much attention or try to hear what they were discussing. After eating, Jim collected his and Ted’s bowls and carried them into the kitchen. “Ready to open presents?” he asked. “We’re almost done in here, and then I have to go upstairs to finish up a last minute gift. Then we can open presents,” Mel said. Jim made a pouty face. “Trust me,” Mel said. “The present will be worth it.” She then turned to Carla. “Men, they’re as bad a children at Christmas.” Jim was now intrigued. Something she had to finish up that would be well worth it? What could it be? Jim returned to the living room but tried to pay much more attention to what the ladies were up to. They didn’t discuss anything of importance, however, as they completed the meal prep. Soon they headed upstairs, and, a several minutes later, Jim heard the printer warm up. When they entered the living room, Mel held a sealed envelope like the ones that came with their Christmas cards. She threw it to Jim. “Open this one last.” That was unusual. It was their tradition to save the best present for the end. The year that he had bought her the diamond earrings, he had tucked them in the bottom of her stocking and told her to open her other gifts first. Since then, they each went out of the way to arrange the order in which the packages should be opened. For her to instruct him so meant that it must be something special indeed. They exchanged gifts between couples first. After the appropriate oohing and ahing, each couple went to a separate area to open each others’ gifts. Jim was delighted to see both Shogun and Race for the Galaxy, the two board games he most wanted, and the DVDs for Iron Man, the Dark Knight, and Hancock in his growing pile of goodies. Mel seemed equally happy with her gold honu (Hawaiian for sea turtle) pendant and earring set and scrapbooking equipment. Finally, all presents had been unwrapped except for the card that Mel had given him. He ripped it open to find a card inside. Mel and Carla must have had fun playing with Publisher, because it had printed on it a red and green border and a wording in a fancy font. It read: Merry Christmas! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to one NAKED day. *Offer expires 12/24/09 **Offer good for 2 for 1 bonus on 12/25/08 Coupons were another one of their traditions. He often gave her coupons for massages and homemade cheesecakes for Valentine’s day. A naked day coupon meant that, on a day of his choosing, Mel would spend the entire day sans clothes from the time he told her he was cashing it in. Of course, it was understood that it would only be used when no one was at their house and did not apply outside their doors. If they went out for dinner, she would dress and then strip when they got back. Jim liked the coupon of course, but it hardly seemed good enough to qualify for last present to open status. He was intrigued by the 2 for 1 offer. He knew that Carla and Ted would be taking off relatively soon in the afternoon and figured that Mel wanted him to use it for when they left. The bonus must mean that he got another naked day if he used it today. That was a good deal, if not necessarily fantastic. He handed his wife the card. “I’d like the bonus offer, please.” “Okay,” she said, and walked away. While he and Ted put the abandoned packaged and discarded tinsel in trash bags and generally straightened up the suddenly cluttered room, the girls disappeared into the kitchen. After they had finished cleaning up, the girls appeared once again.  Jim looked at them and noticed that something was off. They had both put on aprons that covered them from neck to knees, and he couldn’t figure out what looked wrong to him. Then it hit him. Both girls had been wearing t-shirts with sleeves that came down to almost their elbows. Now their shoulders were bare.  “We have a lot of stuff to do in the kitchen, and we don’t want y’all in the way. Lunch will be served in the dining room in about an hour. Until then, this area is off limits,” Mel said. Having made the announcement, Melanie and Carla turned and walked out of the room revealing backsides completely naked save for the apron ties around the waist and neck. Jim and Ted looked at each other and grinned.  Jim knew that this was a huge step for his wife. She had walked into a room in the presence of a guy who wasn’t her husband wearing only an apron and had shown off her almost nude body from the back. Would she go farther? It was difficult for them to remain in the living room knowing what views were available for them such a short distance away. They didn’t want to chance ticking the girls off, though, and remained where they were until called. It was a while before Carla called out “Come and get it!” There was quite a spread on the table – ham, can-shaped cranberry sauce, rolls, dressing, some form of casserole, and two separate pies – but the guys entire attention was on the two girls wearing only aprons. As he sat down, Jim gestured at their attire and asked, “So, now that lunch is complete, do you still need those?” Carla turned to Mel, clearly waiting on her to take action. To Jim’s incredible surprise, she answered the question by reaching behind her back and untying the string around her waist. With trembling hands, she grabbed the part looped around her neck and lifted it above her head. She stood there for a moment with the apron clutched to her chest before letting it fall to the ground. Jim couldn’t believe it when his wife’s mammoth breasts and newly shaved pussy came into view in front of their friends. She was letting Ted see her completely nude, and she looked mortified. Jim feared that she would turn and run out of the room at any minute. Instead, she did a quick pirouette, letting them see her totally exposed backside, before taking her seat.  He then turned his attention to Carla, who matter of factly removed her apron as well and took her seat between Ted and Melanie. The two girls, with breasts uncovered, began serving up their plates. The guys finally emerged from their stupor and followed suit. Jim found the meal to be delightful. He couldn’t get enough of watching, as discreetly as possible, all the jiggling from his wife and from Carla. As usual for a holiday, he stuffed himself.  “Ted and I will handle the cleanup later. First, who’s up for a movie?” Mel groaned but didn’t object, and soon the group chose to watch The Santa Clause. This time, Carla sat on the ottoman with her back resting between the Ted’s legs, who sat in the chair. Jim took his position on the corner of the couch while Melanie laid face down with her head resting in his lap. As soon as the movie started, Jim began rubbing Mel’s back. His circling hand got lower and lower until he was almost touching her bare backside. He paid close attention to his wife to make sure she didn’t object and then began rubbing her butt as well. After concentrating on that area for a while, he reached most of the way down her thigh with his long arms and concentrated his soft strokes on the point around where her tightly clenched legs came together. Gently, he tried to get her to separate them, but she held firm. Jim wanted to know her limits, and, at this point, spreading her legs where both Carla and Ted could see her was definitely one of them. She didn’t complain about the attempt or the rubbing, though, so he didn’t stop. Finally, she turned onto her back, being careful not expose anything more than necessary. This might have been a mistake on her part, because he now had access to much more interesting areas. Jim immediately began caressing her breasts with the tips of his fingers. For a full ten minutes, he traced lines up, down, around, and across her wonderful globes. Then he began his assault on her nipples, five full minutes of tender pinching and pulling and teasing. By the time he moved on to make circular motions on her stomach, her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. The circles got lower and lower until he was rubbing the area that would have been covered with blond curls were she not shaven. It took an exceedingly short time of him teasing her there before she, unbidden by him, spread her legs. He looked over at Ted, whose attention was now captivated by Mel’s gaping pussy. Jim took advantage of the situation to begin stroking her clit, looking up at their smiling guests, who stared with wide eyes as he masturbated her. He smiled himself when he saw Ted move his own hand down to caress Carla’s very erect nipple. It didn’t take long for Jim’s hand to have the desired effect. Mel’s body began convulsing, and she clutched the fabric of the couch while arching her back. He went back to stroking her stomach as she caught her breath. As her panting slowed, her eyes suddenly popped open, and she looked around the room. ‘She must have remembered that she was being watched by more than just me this time,’ Jim thought. Melanie turned a bright red, but their friends took little notice. By this point, Ted’s hands were moving rapidly between Carla’s spread legs and her breathing was starting to quicken. She began to moan loudly, and Ted increased the speed of his pumping action. Finally, Carla called out. “Oh Ted! Ted! Oh Ted!” Jim found the outburst fascinating. His own wife was always so quiet, sometimes even biting her pillow in an effort not to cry out.  After Ted removed his hand, it was Carla’s turn to cool down before sheepishly looking around the room. “If you’ll excuse us for a while, Mel and I are going to retire to our room,” he said. If this is the result of opening up to your wife, he resolved to do so more often. The End

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 15: Monday Madison woke up and saw Katie looking down at her. Katie was rubbing her belly and it felt nice. “Good morning sunshine.” Katie said and continued to rub the tight little belly. “Good morning, Katie. What time is it?” Madison asked. “It’s 6:45, how did you sleep?” Katie said. “I slept great; it was wonderful.” Madison said and stretched her arms over her head, giving Katie a wonderful view of the bottoms of her cute boobs. “You fell asleep before the movie even started.” Katie said and smiled. “Yeah, I was really tired, but I feel much better now.” Madison said. “Ok, get your cute butt up and get ready for school, Aaron is ready when you are.” Katie said and stood up, looking down at the amazing package of cuteness. Madison got up and walked into the bathroom. Her shower felt wonderful, and her body was refreshed. Her legs were still a little sore but much, much better. Thank you, Gerard. She smiled when she thought of him, he was so funny. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked back into her room. She picked up the hairbrush and sat down to try and get all the kinks out of her long hair. Katie walked by and she saw Madison hold the brush out towards her. She stepped in and took the brush, she started brushing the wonderful hair. “That feels so good, I love it when someone brushes my hair.” Madison said. “Does your daddy do it for you?” Katie asked. “Not very often, he is always really busy in the morning getting himself ready.” She said and Katie heard the sadness in her voice. “Well, I am here for you anytime you need, your hair is exquisite.” Katie said. “Thank you, Katie.” Madison said. Katie brushed the young girl’s hair until it was smooth and silky. She loved the smell of her; she took a deep breath and inhaled. “What do you want to do with it today?” Katie said. “A ponytail, can you do that?” Madison said. “Can I do that, honey, I have been doing hair since I was 12, my girlfriends and I were obsessed. Middle or side?” Katie asked and Madison giggled. “Middle, please.” She said and Katie went to work. Madison looked up and turned her head. She had a nice tight ponytail with a pretty blue ribbon tied around it. “What do you think?” Katie asked. “I love it, thank you so much. Now I have to hurry a little or I will be late.” Madison said. “Ok, I will let you get dressed, what do you want for breakfast?” Katie asked. “Toast will be great, thank you Katie.” Madison said. “Coming up.” Katie said and kissed the top of her head. Madison watched her walk out of her room and her heart hurt. She missed her mom, even though she hurt daddy bad. She missed these moments with her. She wiped a tear and stood up to get dressed. She pulled out her underwear drawer. She remembered she had a meeting this afternoon and Mr. Thompson said it was the biggest one yet. She would have to look extra cute. She picked up her pink lace bra and panties. They fit her good and she loved the look of the pink next to her tanned skin. She dropped the towel and started fiddling with the bra. Brad walked by and looked in to see her drop her towel. His cock lurched; he had seen her naked plenty lately but for some reason that still looked really hot. He watched her play with her bra and slide it over those precious breasts. He watched her slide the pink panties up her strong legs and loved the way It hugged that tight little ass. Yes, Simpson would be butter in her hands this afternoon. He walked downstairs rubbing his cock. Madison looked in her closet and wondered what an old man would like to see her in. She remembered Mr. Thompson said blouse and skirt, so she grabbed a white shirt and her blue pleated skirt. She put on the shirt and buttoned all but the top two. She slipped the skirt on and tucked in the shirt. She looked in the mirror and turned, the skirt came about 5 inches or so above her knees, showing a lot of her pretty legs. She spun and saw a flash of pink; she would have to watch the wind today. She slipped on some cute socks and started downstairs. Brad walked into the kitchen and Katie snickered. She saw he was already rock hard. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He looked uncomfortable. “Pants a little tight this morning. Did you have an issue walking down the hall?” She said and smiled. “Fuck, I can’t get over how much she impacts me. All I did was watch her put on her underwear. She has been naked in our backyard for a week it seems, yet I get excited watching her put on clothes. Is she a witch?” Brad said and took a sip of coffee. “That would explain a lot, but I am sorry my friend, she is not a witch. She is just a perfect young girl that happens to be so fucking cute it hurts. What do you have today?” Katie said. “A bunch of financial crap and Simpson at 5:00.” Brad said. “Simpson, he is the hotel guy, right? Haven’t you been after him for a while.” Katie asked. “Yeah, I feel like I am opening up all the cold cases now that I have a secret weapon.” Brad said. “You are a pervert, you know that?” Katie said. “Yep, but I am your pervert.” Brad said and laughed. They both turned to watch her walk down the stairs. Her legs were spectacular under the short skirt. The schoolgirl vibe was strong this morning with the white shirt, short skirt, and cute socks. Madison walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. She grabbed her toast out of the toaster and sat down at the table. She looked up to see them both looking at her. “What?” She asked, fearing there was something on her face. “You are so pretty.” Katie said and Madison smiled. “Not as pretty as you.” Madison said and took a bite of toast. Katie shook her head and tried not to jump on the young girl and start kissing her again. She took a deep breath and a sip of coffee. Madison finished breakfast and put her dishes in the sink. She walked over to Katie and stood in front of her. Katie put her hands on the girl’s hips and looked at the cute little creature. She reached up and opened her third button on her shirt. She straightened the shirt and saw just a glimpse of the two little boobs. She leaned forward and kissed her exposed chest. “Pretty girl, you will break some hearts again today.” Katie said and kissed her lips gently. Madison smiled and hugged her. She hugged Mr. Thompson, grabbed her bag, and walked out to meet Aaron. He was standing next to the car and smiling. “Front or back today?” He asked. “Front, of course.” She said and he opened the driver door. She scrambled into the car, giving him a great view of a pair of pretty pink panties. She settled in the seat and he got in. He started the car and started driving to her house. “Did you have a good sleep?” Madison asked. “I certainly did, yesterday was a long day.” He said. “Yeah, me too, I fell asleep on the couch watching a movie.” Madison said. “You are looking especially cute today.” He said as he looked at her lovely thighs. “Oh, this old stuff, I just threw it on.” She said and they both laughed. She scooted over closer to him. He put his arm on her left thigh and she held his arm and leaned into him. “Aaron, will you still drive me places when daddy gets home, and everything goes back to normal?” She asked and looked at him with those sparkling eyes. “Yes maam, I will be ready whenever you need me.” He said and squeezed the strong thigh. “Thank you, Aaron, I like riding with you.” She said and leaned on his arm. Aaron drove to her house and wondered what he did before she came around. He pulled into her driveway and put the car in park. She got on her knees and kissed him. He felt her little tongue wrap around his for a second and then she pulled back. “Have a great day. Remember you have to pick up me and Sam at school today.” She said and slid over to the door. He took one more look at her as she opened the door and got out. She leaned over and looked at him before closing the door and he saw her shirt open, and her pink bra appear. God, he loved this girl. “See you later.” She said and closed the door. He took a deep breath and adjusted his cock. She would be the death of him. He watched her walk up to her neighbor’s porch. Good luck old man, he thought and pulled out of her driveway. Barry Jones saw her get out of the car and start to walk over. Roscoe popped his head up and then shot off the porch like a rocket. He heard her giggle and then kneel down to pet Roscoe. Roscoe was going crazy and trying to lick anything he could get to. Barry saw the little dog lick her inner thigh as he was walking down the steps and he heard her giggle again. As he got closer, he saw the pink lace that was appearing between those pretty thighs. Her skirt was a little shorter than usual and he saw the panties easily as she rubbed on his little dog. Barry walked up to her and she looked up at him. He was then treated to a cute little face and a pink lace bra as he looked down her open shirt. It was a glorious day in the neighborhood. “Good morning, Mr. Jones.” Madison said and saw that look in his eyes. “Yes, it is, how are you today Madison?” He asked. “Good, I slept like a rock last night. Daddy is coming home tomorrow, I can’t wait.” She said and picked up Roscoe. Now the little dog was licking her neck and ear. “Yes, it will be nice to have you guys back, I have missed you.” He said. “Yes, I have missed you too.” She said and hugged him; Roscoe trapped between them. He put one hand on her head and one on her back. He tried to push the image of her in that little bikini out of his head, but it was proving to be difficult as he felt her arm around his waist. He felt her pull back and then she put Roscoe down. “I have to get to school.” She said. “Yes, I will see you soon.” He said. “I have a meeting this afternoon, so I won’t be by this afternoon.” She said. “Arghh, I will not make it, what will I do?” he said and put him arm over his face. He heard that magical laugh; for some reason the world always seemed better when that laugh happened. “Mr. Jones, you are so silly. Have a good day.” She said and turned to walk down the sidewalk. He picked up Roscoe and watched her cute butt behind that little skirt until he couldn’t see her anymore. Madison stopped in front of Sam’s house and waited for her friend. She saw the door open, and Sam came out. She was wearing a denim skirt and a pink tank top. She was so cute. “Hey Rock Star, how was your weekend?” Sam said and hugged her. They turned to walk, and Madison wanted so badly to share her experiences with Sam, but she was not sure how she would react to hearing about her putting Aaron’s thing in her mouth and her kissing Katie between her legs. She did want to try that with Sam the first chance she got though. “It was good, how was yours?” Madison said. “Mom was a little sad, Dad was away all weekend again.” Sam said as they walked. “When is he coming back?” Madison said and was sorry her friend’s daddy was gone as well. “We think Wednesday maybe.” Sam said. Madison didn’t answer but thought it was strange that she didn’t know exactly when her daddy was coming back. He must have a different job then her daddy. They talked the rest of the way to school about silly stuff and track. Madison walked into her first period class and Mr. Thomas was sitting behind his desk. He looked up at her and smiled. She slid into her desk and she noticed he was looking at her over his glasses. He was looking up her skirt again. She held perfectly still and tried to look at him without him noticing. She leaned over to put something in her desk and felt her legs separate a little. She saw him move in his seat and then sit up straight. She sat back up and got her notebook out. Mr. Thomas was now officially one of her guys. Why were all of her guys old men? Oh well, she seemed to be making them happy and that was good. Hank Thomas watched the little cutie walk into his class. God, she was pretty. She looked like your stereotypical schoolgirl today even down to her cute socks with little bows on them. He watched her slide into her seat, and he could see the wonderful thighs as she got settled. She bent over and he saw those thighs separate and then he saw pink lace and his heart skipped. Those panties screamed at him and his cock was rigid instantly. He tried not to be too obvious, but it was difficult. She sat up and got her notebook out and he stared at the pink lace. He would be lecturing from his chair today. Madison thought about her daddy coming home tomorrow and her moving back into her house. She was going to miss Katie something horrible. She loved their talks, her brushing her hair, them snuggling on the couch to watch a movie, and those kisses. She wondered if they could visit them a lot so she could see her again. She would have to ask daddy. Then she thought about Aaron and his wonderful fingers. She squirmed a little when she remembered the trip back from the airport. She also thought of his large, what did Katie call it, cock. Yes, that was what she said. His cock and how it tasted nice and then how strange it was when it sprayed his white stuff all over her face. Katie said it was hot and guys liked that but is still felt a little strange. The bell rang and she jumped. Her notebook had very little written in it and she felt bad. She was daydreaming all period and heard very little of what Mr. Thomas said. She would have to apologize and ask him if she could get some notes. She put all her stuff in her bag and went up to his desk. “Mr. Thomas, I am so sorry, but I lost my focus a lot during class, do you have something I could read to catch up?” She said and he looked up at her. “Um, Madison, I don’t really have anything, let me look. I have planning third period, come by and I will have something.” He said. “Thanks Mr. Thomas, I have lunch that period, I will come and eat in here with you and you can help me.” She said. “Ok, that will work.” He said and he watched her bounce out of the room. Madison paid better attention in her second period class, maybe that was because she was pretty sure Mrs. Lopez was not looking up her skirt. She walked to her locker, told Sam she would not be in lunch and headed to Mr. Thomas’s classroom. She walked in and he was climbing up a ladder in front of his closet. He looked really unsteady as he started to climb. “Mr. Thomas, stop.” She said as she ran over to him. He stopped and looked down to see Madison holding his ladder. Her shirt was open, and he was staring at her pink bra and some lovely cleavage. “Come down, you are going to fall.” She said and he started down. “Girl, you almost scared me to death.” He said as he got to the ground. “What were you doing, this ladder is rickety at best and you looked like you were going to fall.” She said. “Well, thank you for saving my life.” He said and she laughed. “No problem, now what do you need?” she said and looked up at the closet. “That box over there for starters. It has some stuff I need for next week.” He said. “Got it, hold the ladder for me?” She said and started climbing before he could say anything. She climbed quickly and he was soon looking right up her skirt at two lovely thighs with pink lace between them. He had never seen a lovelier site in his life. He saw her reaching for the box, she was pretty short, and it was a long reach. She went up another step and now her ankles and those cute socks were next to his face. She reached for the box and her left leg left the ladder so she could reach farther. Now he was looking up as she was spreading her legs. He saw the pink lace covering what he knew was a pretty teenage pussy. He felt her start to lose her balance and he grabbed her right thigh and her left calf to stabilize her. He saw her pull the box out. “Got it.” She said and started down the ladder. He pulled his hands off her legs and took the box from her as she got down. “Thank you, Madison, I am sorry you had to do that.” He said, lying through his teeth as he was trying to think of other reasons to get her on that ladder. “Not a problem, I will be happy to climb up there any time you need me to.” She said as she sat in her desk and pulled out her lunch. “Thank you, Madison, you are sweet, I promise to let you know when I need you.” He said, not lying this time. She ate her lunch and talked to Mr. Thomas. He turned out to be really cool for an old guy. She thought he was very interesting. She enjoyed eating lunch in his class. She may have to do it again. He gave her some notes and some pages for her to read. She grabbed her backpack and left to meet Sam for fourth period. Hank Thomas sat in his chair and wondered what had just happened. A pretty freshman that he had secretly been lusting over just came into his room, got on a ladder so he could see everything there was to see up her skirt and then sat and ate lunch with him. She was a lovely girl, and he would have to modify some of his fantasies. Madison and Sam laughed the rest of the day and then got brutalized during track practice. Coach was now truly out of his mind; he was working everyone really hard, but Madison secretly loved it. She was curious how far she could push her body and coach was letting her explore those boundaries. They were now standing in the shower letting the warm water flow over their sore bodies. She looked at her pretty friend and watched the water run off her nipples of her cute breasts. They were not as big as hers, but she still wanted to kiss them. Sam turned to grab the soap and Madison looked at her firm butt. Now this compared very well to hers and she wondered if Aaron would one day get to judge who’s is best. That would be fun. She was staring at her friend’s ass until she turned around. She saw Sam smiling at her. “Like my butt, rock star?” She said. “Very much, it was the secret to my win on Saturday. I just followed it for as long as I could.” Madison said. “Well, I am glad my butt could help. It is yours anytime you need it.” Sam said and they both laughed. They dressed and walked out to see the big black car and Aaron leaning against it. “You ladies need a ride?” he said. “Yes sir, if you have room.” Madison said. “Let me see.” He said and opened the door. “Yep, you are in luck. I have room for two.” He said and he watched two cute little butts scramble into the car. He shut the door and took a deep breath as he walked around the car. Madison and Sam talked and giggled all the way to Sam’s house. Madison kissed her on the lips and hugged her. Sam smiled and climbed out, Madison and Aaron watched the short denim skirt until she went into the house. They drove to the office and Madison held his hand as they rode the elevator and walked to the floor. Alex was sitting behind her desk when they walked up. She was wearing a tight blue dress and she looked amazing again. She got up and came around and looked at Madison. “You are perfect, Mr. Thompson asked me to make sure your hair was ok when you got here but it is perfect. He is waiting for you.” Alex said. “Thanks Alex, see you after the meeting.” Madison said and walked towards the office. Alex looked at Aaron and he smiled and took her hand. He led her to the supply closet, and she followed. He opened the door and spun her until she was facing the table. She put her hands down on the table as she felt him sliding her dress up. He pulled it up over her ass and ripped her panties down. Alex groaned in pleasure as the huge black cock found its home again in her moist pussy. “Oh God, that is nice, I needed this bad.” Aaron said as he buried himself in Alex’s warm pussy. “Someone is a little worked up.” Alex said. “Yeah, you could say that.” Aaron said and grabbed her hair. “Fuck yes, slam it in me.” Alex said and looked back at him. Aaron looked at her and her eyes were glazed over with desire and her mouth was open. He started pumping his cock in and out of her as he pulled her head back. She groaned and grunted as he pummeled her. He closed his eyes and focused on the pussy that was wrapped around his cock. He heard her squeal, and he opened his eyes. “Fuck me hard, Mr. Aaron.” She said in a raspy voice and he saw Madison’s face where Alex’s should be. He grunted and delivered his load into her. She was moaning and grunting as he filled her womb with his seed. He looked back and Alex was smiling at him. He let go of her hair and he saw her slide her panties up and pull her dress down. “Well, that was nice. I like it when you bring her here.” Alex said and kissed him on the cheek. He stood in the supply closet for a while after she left and tried to regain his composure. Brad was looking over the Simpson contract when she walked in. She was smiling and looking incredibly cute and sexy at the same time. Her ponytail was perfect with the white shirt, short skirt and cute little socks. Yes, this would be like taking candy from a baby. “Hey, Mr. Thompson, am I late?” She said as she walked up. “Nope, right on time.” He said and watched her walk around the desk and stand next to him. “What is the plan today?” She said and he smiled. All business this one. “Well, his name is Simpson, and his company manages multiple hotel chains so if we land this one it will be our biggest yet. He will be alone, and he is the CEO, so it is all his decision. We just have to convince him that it would be a good idea to work with us.” He said and looked at her. “So, daddy will get this account if we sign him?” She said. “Yes, maam, your daddy is putting together a nice list of clients.” He said. “Good, this is the contract?” She said. “Yes, we will sweeten the offer a little just to kick off the negotiations.” He said. “And then I will make sure he wants to work with us.” She said. “You got it, and Katie told me to stop everything if you begin to feel uncomfortable.” He said. “Yeah, she told me that as well, but I am ok. All of the men have been nice so far.” She said and he smiled. The phone buzzed and she heard Alex’s voice. “Mr. Simpson is here.” She said. “Thanks Alex, send him in.” Brad said. Madison looked at the door and saw Alex leading in a man that looked about the same age as Mr. Thompson. He was dressed very nice. She noticed he was looking at Alex’s butt as he walked in. Well, it was pretty much perfect so she couldn’t blame him. He sat in the big chair and Alex left. “Tom, so nice to see you again.” Mr. Thompson said. “Yes, Brad, nice to see you. How is Katie?” Mr. Simpson said. “She is good, spunky as ever.” Mr. Thompson said, and the man laughed. “Yes, she is a firecracker.” Mr. Simpson said and looked right at Madison. “Tom, I need to introduce you to my new intern. This is Madison, she is helping me after school.” Mr. Thompson said, and Madison walked around the desk. Tom Simpson watched as the young girl came around the desk and walked towards him with her hand out. She was precious and dressed like she walked right out of a schoolgirl photo shoot. Her long hair was in a single ponytail and her face was flawless. The shirt was unbuttoned to show a glimpse of cleavage and he thought it was hot as fuck. He looked down and the short skirt showed two perfect legs capped off by cute socks and sneakers. Was this a joke? “Nice to meet you Mr. Simpson.” Madison said and the man shook her hand. Tom took her soft hand in his and looked at Brad. Brad nodded and smiled. He looked back at the girl and she was smiling as well. “Nice to meet you as well Madison. What school do you go to?” He said. “I am a freshman at Parker High.” She said, shaking his hand. “Freshman? How old are you?” Tom said. “I am 14, sir.” She said, still holding his hand. Tom looked at Brad again and then back at the girl. He could see a hint of pink bra peeking out of the top of her shirt. God, she was hot but so young. His poor cock was throbbing. “So, Tom, we have tweaked a couple of the numbers.” Brad said and Tom looked at him. He felt the girl move next to him, her hip brushing his hand on the arm of the chair. “Ok, tell me what you got.” Tom said and slid his hand off the arm of the chair and touched her skirt. She didn’t react. “We have increased the term by a year and in return we have lowered the per unit cost for you by 10 cents. This should result in massive savings for you over time and is well ahead of your offer from ERG.” Brad said and watched Tom’s hand touch Madison’s skirt. Tom moved his hand down and felt the soft skin of her thigh. 14? Fuck, he was going to hell or jail, he wasn’t sure which one first. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, her skin was soft and firm. He loved the feel of teenage flesh. He took a deep breath. “Ok, that is a start. How quickly can you supply product after we order?” Tom said and felt lace as he moved his hand up to her ass. God, it was tight and firm. “We can turn it around in 48 hours and drop ship if you need it.” Brad said and saw Tom’s face getting a little red as he played around under her skirt. Tom was now rubbing a firm teenage ass and he was staring at a button on the white shirt. He reached over and popped the button, her shirt opening to show the pink bra and the tops on her tits. His cock lurched. She turned and looked at him as he popped the next button. He undid the next one and now he could see her flat stomach. God, this girl was perfect. He ran his fingers over her stomach and up to her bra. He moved her directly in front of him and put his hands on those nice tits. He squeezed them and saw the flesh move together and push over the top of the bra. Brad knew he was toast now. He stopped talking and let Tom negotiate with himself. He watched Tom open her shirt and pull it out of her skirt. He saw him open the clasp and then he saw Tom’s eyes light up as her boobs bounced free. Brad could see her nipples were stiff and he saw Tom’s hand grab both of them. Madison felt his hand on her butt and then he started unbuttoning her shirt. He opened it and pulled it out of her skirt and then he opened her bra. His hands were soft and warm on her boobs and she closed her eyes as he squeezed them. It felt nice and she was happy that daddy would get another big contract. She felt one of his hands move between her legs and rub across the front of her panties. She moaned and leaned into him. Tom watched her face, and her eyes were closed, and he heard her make a small moan as he moved his hand across her warm pussy. He could feel the heat behind the lace panties. He moved his other hand off the perfect tit and grabbed both sides of her panties and pulled down. He pulled them over her thighs and then watched them flutter to the ground, around her ankles. He saw her step out of them with her right foot. He slid his hands up her soft thighs and lifted the skirt. He saw a perfect smooth little pussy surrounded by perfect thighs. She was remarkable. Madison felt her panties land around her ankles, and she stepped out of them so she wouldn’t trip herself. His hands moved up her thighs and she felt him lift her skirt and look at her. Another old guy added to the list. She would need a bigger piece of paper to keep track of her guys. She felt him touch her pussy and it felt good. She felt a tingle as he rubbed her soft skin. She put her hands on his shoulders and closed her eyes. Tom was amazed at how soft but yet firm her body was. Young girls were so different than grown women. He loved women and his girlfriend was hot, but this little minx was incredible. He rubbed her hot young pussy, and she closed her eyes and moaned. He moved forward and kissed her stiff nipple. She moaned again and pushed her tit into his mouth. She was a hot one. 14? Fuck, there were no girls like this when he was 14. Madison felt his finger slip between her moist lips and she felt another tingle. He kissed her nipple and she shivered as it felt like a shock. She wanted him to kiss it more. Her body felt warm as the man touched her soft skin. She leaned into him more as his finger moved through her. She felt the pleasure coming and she bit her lip. Tom felt her shiver and he ran his finger though her wet pussy. He sucked and licked her nipple as he found her little clit with his finger. He touched it and he heard her moan in his ear, her head almost on his shoulder. He sucked the stiff nipple and ran his finger around her clit. He felt her shiver and then she moaned louder, and her body started to shake. He wrapped his arm around her as he rubbed on her clit. She squeezed his shoulder with her hands and continued to vibrate under his hands. He could not remember a better feeling in his life than bringing this young girl to orgasm. She was precious and now vibrating on his finger. He held her as she recovered, her breathing slowing down, her body shaking occasionally. He looked at Brad and he was smiling. Madison felt herself slowly recovering as he held her. It was nice, not as nice as Katie when she did her thing but still very good. She felt him turn her around and pull her up on his lap, her legs falling around his, so they were spread open. He put his hand in her shirt and was rubbing her boobs. His other hand was still moving through her pussy. She looked and Mr. Thompson was watching her with a smile on his face. She smiled back. “So, Brad, what were those numbers again?” Tom said as he rubbed the firm young body on his lap. “Extra year and 10% reduction in unit cost with 48-hour delivery. It’s all right here.” Brad said and was holding out a pen. “That sounds like it will work.” Tom said and moved both hands up so he could hold onto both of her nice tits. 14? With tits like this, not fair. “Madison, will you help Mr. Simpson sign in the right place?” Brad said. “Yes, sir. Mr. Simpson, can I get up?” she said sweetly and looked at Tom. He took his hands out of her shirt and she hopped off of his lap. He watched her tits jiggle as she walked to the desk. She pulled the contract over and found Alex’s first sticker. “Right here, sir.” Madison said and looked at Mr. Simpson. Tom looked at the young temptress, smiling at him with her finger on the paper, her shirt wide open and her wonderful tits just right there. He looked down and her panties were still on her left ankle. Fuck, could this get any hotter? He stood up and took the pen from Brad. He leaned over and signed, two pretty little boobs hanging right next to his face. He watched them jiggle again as she turned the pages. “Now here.” She said. He signed again, mesmerized by the tits, the way they hung there and then shook slightly as she moved. “Last place.” She said and he signed. He sat back in the chair as she pushed the papers to Brad. She turned and walked up to him. “Thank you, Mr. Simpson, that was wonderful.” She said and smiled. “Madison, that was one of the best things that has ever happened to me, you are incredible.” He said. “Thank you, sir, you are very sweet.” She said. “Tom, it was nice to see you again. I will have Alex send over the copies to your office and we look forward to a long relationship.” Brad said, walking around the desk and taking Tom’s hand. Mr. Thompson led Mr. Simpson over to the door and walked out with him. She heard them talking to Alex and then Mr. Thompson walked back into the office. He walked up to her, picked her up, and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him as her feet dangled in the air. Brad put her down and sat down in the chair. He looked at her and her shirt was wide open, her bra open and her young boobs staring at him. He looked down and her panties were around her ankle. He bent down and slipped them on her right foot and pulled them up her legs. He pulled her bra together and snapped it closed. He started buttoning her shirt. “We did good, right?” Madison asked. “Yes, baby, we did good. That was a nice contract.” Mr. Thompson said as he finished buttoning her shirt. “Will the next one be bigger?” She asked. “Well, there is a really big one I want to try for if you are willing. It would be the biggest one this company has ever signed.” He said. “Absolutely, everyone gets a little more intense. Do you think I will have to do that thing I did to Aaron on the next one?” She said and he looked at her, could she get any cuter? “I am not sure baby; would you be ok with that?” He said. “Well, I can’t think of much more to do other than that, so I want to be ready.” She said and Brad immediately thought of many other things that they could do. He had to shake his head to clear it enough to talk. “Ok, but you don’t have to do that. What you did today was really hot.” He said. “I know, did you like watching that man do that?” She said. “Oh, very much so, you were so good, it was very exciting.” He said. “Are you the same as when you watch Katie and I on the lounge?” She said. “If you mean as excited, yes.” He said. “Do you want me to do what Katie does for you when you get excited?” she said and he lost his breath for a second. “Baby, you do not have to do that.” He said. “I know, but I do need to practice. Would it be ok?” she said. “Um, yes, if you are ok with it.” He said and realized that over his long sexual life this situation had never happened, and he would never have even dreamed of it as he watched a cute little 14-yr-old kneel down and unzip his pants. He felt her little fingers grab his cock as it popped out, hard as steel after watching her performance with Tom. She rubbed him gently with both hands and she looked up at him. He saw her little hand move seconds before she reached in and wrapped it around his balls. Oh fuck, she was trained well. She was still smiling at him when he felt her lips on the head of his cock. She kissed it and then slipped her tongue around it. She slid him into her mouth and her tongue was rolling around his cock as she held it in her mouth. He looked back down and could not believe how hot of a scene that was and then she looked up at him with his cock in her mouth and he lost it. Madison felt him throb like Aaron did and she got ready. She felt the first blast hit her tongue and she held on. The second one almost filled her mouth and the third one made it overflow. Some of his stuff leaked out around her lips and she slid off of him. She swallowed what was in her mouth and felt it slide down her throat. She felt some on her chin as she kissed his cock and sat back on her feet. Brad tucked himself back in his pants and looked down and saw a young girl with cum on her chin smiling at him after she just gave him a wonderful blowjob. She was incredible and he could only wonder what she would be like after a few more “Katie” lessons. He grabbed a Kleenex off his desk and wiped her chin. He picked her up and hugged her. “That was incredible, thank you, you are amazing.” Brad said in her ear. “Thanks, can we go home now? I am hungry.” She whispered and he laughed. He put her down, stood up and picked up the signed contract and they walked out of the office. He dropped it on Alex’s desk, and she smiled. She saw Madison’s shirt untucked and her imagination went wild. God, that was hot, she wondered if she would ever get to taste this wonderful creature. She was amazed at how she brought grown men to their knees, making them sign multi-year contracts and she was driving Aaron insane. She was quite the girl. “Alex, good night, I will see you tomorrow.” Brad said and walked towards the elevator, holding Madison’s hand. “Good night, Alex.” Madison said, turning as she walked with him. “Good night, Madison, see you later.” Alex said and hoped to God that would turn out to be true. Brad Thompson drove home and tried not to crash into anything. He had just witnessed a miraculous event as he watched Madison orgasm in Tom’s hands and then suck him off like a master. He looked over and she still looked like an innocent young girl, but he was starting to think she was a succubus or some other sort of mystical creature. She turned and smiled and all he could see was that cute face with his cock in her mouth. “Mr. Thompson, do we have a meeting tomorrow?” Madison asked. “No honey, no meeting tomorrow. I figured you would want to get ready for your daddy to come home.” He said. “Yeah, yes, I would be too excited to concentrate, school with be tough enough.” She said and looked out the window. They rode in silence the rest of the way home. She got out of the car and ran to the house. He walked in and she was hugging Katie, who looked to be recently reading the paper on the couch. Madison was basically on top of her, he could see those beautiful pink panties under her short skirt as she laid on top of Katie. He would never get tired of looking at that. “Sweetheart, how was your day?” Katie said to the lump of young girl on top of her. “It was good, practice was really hard, coach is now officially insane. We got a big contract signed so that was good too.” Madison said as she raised her head and looked at Katie. “That is good, what do you want to do tonight? This will be your last night here.” Katie said and tried not to sound sad. “Can we just hang out by the pool again, I like that. I can always eat more pizza or anything else you want.” Madison said. “You and your pizza, whatever you want baby girl, it is your night.” Katie said and rubbed her head. “Cool, I am going to go and get my suit, meet you outside?” Madison said. “Ok, I will meet you outside.” Katie said, laughing. Madison jumped off of Katie and ran up the stairs. Katie looked up at Brad and he sat down. “Ok, what did she have to do to sign Simpson?” She said with a concerned look on her face. “Oh God, I am going to see that in my dreams. First of all, shirt unbuttoned, bra undone, skirt in place but panties around her left ankle. You have the picture?” Brad said and leaned back. “Yeah, go on.” Katie said, still concerned. “He had one hand in her shirt and the other between her legs. She had her hands on his shoulders and he made her cum like a truck. Her body just shook as she came. It was fucking unbelievable.” Brad said. “Is that all?” Katie said. “With him, yes, he could not sign fast enough after that.” Brad said. “What do you mean, with him?” Katie said and she saw Brad lean forward and put his head in his hands. “What did she do Brad?” Katie said. “She asked me if it was alright if she gave me a blowjob. Well, you know she says it in her own way to make is sound simple and innocent which I still cannot understand how she does it.” Brad said. “So how was it?” Katie said. “So, you just assume I let her?” Brad said and Katie looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Really?” she said. “Ok, it was amazing, she is so good at just making everything so fucking good.” He said. “Did you make a mess?” Katie said. “No, she is getting better at that.” He said. “Great, yes, Henry, we took care of your daughter while you were gone, we taught her how to give a mean blowjob.” Katie said and Brad groaned. “God, that sounds horrible, are we horrible?” He said and leaned back. “That is up for debate; did she seem at all uncomfortable or unwilling?” Katie said. “No, she asked my permission to do it. Fuck!” He said. They were both distracted by a yellow flash as Madison ran down the stairs and jumped back on Katie. Brad heard Katie grunt as the girl landed on her. “So, why are you still here?” Madison said. “Ok, someone needs to put on their patience pants, can I talk to my husband for a minute, your highness?” Katie said and slapped Madison on the butt. “Ok, I guess so. What are we talking about?” Madison said and Katie looked at Brad. “Your meeting with Mr. Simpson.” Katie said and Brad leaned back again. “Yeah, that went well. He was nice.” Madison said. “What did he do to you?” Katie said and Madison looked up at her, her face suddenly sad. “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” Madison said and Katie grabbed her cheeks. “No, no, no, you did not do anything wrong. You are wonderful and we love you. I am just worried that you are doing things because you think you have to.” Katie said. “Oh, I don’t think so. I didn’t really do anything. I just did not stop him, it felt good. Like with you guys, I don’t stop you because it feels so good, and it always looks like you are happy. He looked very happy today.” Madison said and Katie shook her head. “You are something else. Are you sure you are not an alien from Mars or something?” Katie said. “Mbok, juts he dowk.” Madison said and they all laughed, Katie hugging her. “Seriously, you will tell me the minute you feel uncomfortable with anything?” Katie said. “Yes, Mom.” Madison said and laid her head on Katie’s chest. Brad saw the tears start moving down Katie’s cheeks. Brad changed into his suit and walked out to the pool, carrying two beers. The girls were splashing and laughing in the pool. He sat down and opened his beer. They were wrestling and then he saw Katie throw Madison in the air, lots of dark hair flying around and then a big splash. He heard a squeal right before she hit the water. Even her squeals were cute. He thought of how she had become such a big part of their household. He sure didn’t expect this. Aaron walked into the backyard and put the pizza and wings on the table. He had never brought so much pizza to this house before this week, and he was going to actually miss it. He heard the splashing and laughing, and he smiled. He also had never heard as much splashing and laughing as he had this past week, and he was gonna really miss that. He heard a squeal and turned to see a dripping young girl running towards him. Two really wet arms wrapped around his waist and he felt her wet body against his. “Aaron, thank you so much for bringing the pizza. I am so hungry.” Madison said and sat on the chair, water dripping off every part of her body. “You are like a bottomless pit; how do you have room for all that food in that little body?” Aaron said, handing her a piece on a paper plate. “Daddy says the same thing, I am a growing girl and I think I need the food to get through coach’s crazy practices.” She said, the last half said behind a piece of pizza in her mouth. “Madison, you are going to choke if you keep talking and chewing at the same time.” Katie said and Madison smiled at her. They pounded two entire pizzas and all of the wings. Madison felt like her belly was going to explode, she leaned back and rubbed her hand over it. “You have a food baby.” Katie said and laughed. Brad and Aaron both held their breath as they both saw the image of Madison pregnant at the same time. “I need to lie down and digest.” Madison said and got up and walked to her lounge. Aaron and Brad watched her little ass wrapped in yellow until she sat down. Katie was shaking her head. “You guys are horrible.” Katie said. “Us, spoken from the one that has been between her legs more than either of us.” Brad said and Katie looked down. “I guess we are all horrible, then.” Katie said. “She seems really upset about it.” Aaron said and they all looked at her with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. “Yeah, admit to me that you don’t want to just go over there and kiss her right now.” Brad said to Katie. Katie looked over and had to agree, she so wanted to just kiss her all over. She took a deep breath. “What are we gonna do?” Katie said. “We are going to continue to answer her questions truthfully and make sure she is not doing anything for the wrong reasons.” Brad said and they all took a deep breath. Madison looked over at her three people. They were all looking at her and she smiled at them. They were so cute just sitting there. She thought about all the things she had done this week and she felt a shiver run through her young body. She had never even thought about some of the things but they all felt so good she thought she would want to keep doing them but what would happen when daddy got back, and she wasn’t staying here? Katie got up and walked over to Madison and sat down beside her on the lounge. She ran her hand over her forehead and pushed some hair off her cute face. “It was so nice having you here this week, I am really gonna miss you.” Katie said, rubbing her cheek. “I am still gonna be able to see you, right?” Madison said. “Yes maam, you are welcome over here any time you want, and I expect at least one sleepover a month.” Katie said. “I can do that.” Madison said and Katie smiled. “Is there anything else you want to do on your last night?” Katie asked. “Well, can we kiss some more, I like kissing you.” Madison said and Katie felt her heart shiver. “I can do that.” Katie said and leaned over and kissed the girl softly. Madison felt Katie’s lips touch hers and it felt so nice. She opened her mouth and let Katie’s tongue slip in. Her own tongue reached out and wrestled with Katie’s. She wrapped her arm around Katie’s waist and felt the soft skin. She ran her hand over her back as she kissed her. She was really going to miss this. Katie felt the girl put her hand on her back. The touch of her small hand was electric. Katie put her hand on the girl’s cheek as she continued to kiss her. She could kiss this girl all night, her lips were so soft, and her little tongue was warm and wonderful. She pulled back and looked at Madison. “Thank you, that was nice.” Madison said and Katie marveled at how she thanked her for something she enjoyed so much. “No baby, thank you.” Katie said. “Katie, can you kiss me all over like the dressing room?” Madison said softly. Katie just about jumped out of her skin. She took a deep breath, leaned over and kissed Madison’s neck. She heard the girl moan, put her head back, and close her eyes. Katie kissed down her neck to her chest. She untied her top and looked at the two pretty breasts. She sucked on a nipple and Madison moaned. She ran her hands over her breasts and her stomach. Madison’s eyes were closed and her arms over her head as Katie kissed down her young body. Aaron saw Katie pull off the yellow top and those two boobs were out again. He loved looking at them, they were perfect on her body. He watched Katie kiss down her body and then he saw the yellow bottoms fly out and land on the ground. Katie’s head was now between the girl’s legs again. He would never get tired of watching this. Her young body was sprawled out on the lounge, her legs wide open with Katie between them. She was holding Katie’s head as she worked on her. Madison loved kissing Katie, but she loved when Katie kissed her even more, especially when it was between her legs. Katie’s tongue was magic in her mouth, but it was even better between her legs. She felt her lick gently and she gasped. God, that felt so good. She put her hands on Katie’s head and closed her eyes. She felt the electricity start to flow through her. Katie knew she was close; she felt the firm body tense and start to shiver. She found the little clit and licked it gently. The young girl squeezed her head and whimpered. She sucked on the sensitive clit and let her tongue flash over it as she held it between her lips. She felt Madison start to shiver more and then she bit her clit gently. She held on as the young girl exploded on the lounge. She grabbed her thighs and continued to lick the wonderful pussy. She still tasted like candy. Katie pulled away as Madison started to come down from her orgasm. She loved the way she looked; she remembered the first time this happened in the dressing room at the mall. She was breathing deep; her hair was pasted to her forehead and her chest was slightly red. She was beautiful, Katie ran her hands over her thighs, then her stomach, and her breasts. She felt her shake slightly as she squeezed her breast. “Thank you.” Katie heard a soft voice. “Anytime, sweetheart.” Katie said and Madison smiled. Brad hit the button to stop the recording. He looked at Aaron and he could tell his friend felt a lot like him. His cock was about to explode. He put his phone on the table. “Want another beer?” Brad said and stood. “Yes, please.” Aaron said and Brad laughed. Katie was sitting next to Madison on the lounge, rubbing her soft cheek. “Katie, what does it feel like to have it inside you?” Madison said and Katie’s mouth opened in shock. “Honey, what do you mean?” Katie said. “I saw you and Mr. Thompson a couple of times and he had his cock inside you. It looked like you were really happy. What does that feel like?” Madison asked. “Oh baby, I am so sorry, we shouldn’t have let you see that.” Katie said. “It’s ok, it was an accident. One time I woke up to go to the bathroom and your door was open just a bit. The other time I came out here and you were doing it on a chair, and then the table. You looked really happy. Does it feel good?” She said and Katie scrambled her brains for a good response. “Honey, it does feel good, really good. However, you want your first time to be special. You should wait for a special boy and a special time. You will have your whole life to enjoy it, please don’t be in a hurry to start.” Katie said and looked at Madison’s face. “I think I understand, the first time will be something I remember for the rest of my life and it should be very special.” She said. “Yes, that is a great way to say it.” Katie said. “What about all the other things we did, those first times should be special too. They are to me. I will always remember the dressing room.” Madison said. “Yes, you are right again. I will always remember that as well.” Katie said and kissed her soft lips. “I love it when you kiss me, don’t ever stop doing that.” Madison said. “Don’t you worry about that.” Katie said and laid her head on the young girl’s chest. “I am pretty tired; I think I may need to go to sleep early tonight so I can be ready for daddy to come home.” Madison said, running her hand through Katie’s hair. “That sounds like a good plan. I will walk you up.” Katie said and sat up. “I have to say goodnight to the guys first.” Madison said. “They will enjoy it if you say good night like that.” Katie said and Madison realized she was naked again. It felt really strange to not notice now when she was sitting in the back yard with no clothes. “Yeah, they will like that.” She said and sat up, her boobs bouncing. Aaron watched the young girl walk over naked as the day she was born. He loved that body, those perky boobs and that wonderful little pussy. Her legs just capped off the perfection. She walked up to him and jumped in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. “I am going to bed; I am tired, and I want to be rested for tomorrow.” She said and felt something big and hard under her as she sat on Aaron’s lap. “That sounds like a good plan, your daddy is coming in on the late flight tomorrow night, you don’t want to sleep through that.” Aaron said, his hand resting on her firm hip. Madison climbed off and looked at Aaron’s lap. She looked up at him and he had a strange expression on his face. He shrugged. She reached down and ran her fingers over the large lump in his pants. She heard him take a deep breath. “I guess I have a few minutes and you did say I could practice anytime I wanted.” She said and continued to run her hand over his lump. “Oh, dear God.” Aaron said as she started to loosen his pants. Katie and Brad put their hands over their mouths to keep from laughing as they watched Aaron struggle. She took Aaron’s hand and stood him up and then ripped his pants down to his ankles, his black cock springing free. She knelt down and took it in her small hands. They heard Aaron take another deep breath. Madison loved the feel of his cock. That word sounded strange in her head. She had never used it before this week but now it seemed the perfect word to describe this thing in her hands. It was so hard and firm, it felt like it wasn’t real. She loved the veins in the shaft, they were big, and her fingers felt them as she moved her hands up and down. She moved her left hand down and grabbed his balls. Katie said they really liked this and so far, she was right in everything she said. Katie seemed to know a lot about boys and cocks. Aaron looked down at the young naked girl with her little hands wrapped around his cock. He tried to memorize this, but he was pretty sure Brad had his phone out again. This view from this angle was special though and then she looked up at him and it got even better. She put her lips on his head and never stopped looking at him. He saw her little tongue slip out and lick around the head of his cock. God Damn, how is she so good at this already? Katie watched Madison and was amazed that she was so natural in doing everything that would drive guys insane. Her tongue was licking all over the head of Aaron’s cock. Poor thing would not last long this time again. She was never able to get him or Brad to cum that quickly, but she was not a cute little 14-yr-old either. The rules were different for her. She saw that little tongue now moving down the shaft. She had never done this before; did she tell her about this? Madison ran her tongue down his shaft, kissing and licking him as she moved down. She remembered seeing Katie do this to Mr. Thompson and he seemed to like it. She looked up and Aaron seemed to like it as well. She slid her mouth down to the bottom and then ran it over his balls. The skin felt different, but it tasted the same. She liked the way Aaron tasted. She heard a sound from above and felt his large hand on the back of her head. Yep, he liked this. Aaron fought to not blast his load on her head as she licked his balls. Fuck, this felt good, this blowjob was quickly moving into the top 10 of his life and Katie was all over the top 10. This little girl was blowing him away, pardon the pun. He held her head as she licked and sucked his balls. Hold on, he tried to think of baseball and car racing. Madison moved back up to his cock and slid her tongue back up to the head. She felt him struggling so she figured he was close. She licked the head and then slid it into her mouth. It went in barely and then she felt the spurt blast over her tongue. She held him in her mouth and then he unloaded again. She tried to swallow but it wouldn’t work with the cock filling her mouth. She felt another load and then her mouth overflowed. It was flowing down her chin again and she pulled off. He blasted another small load on her nose. She swallowed what she had in her mouth and then took him back in. He was getting soft, so it felt very different. She sucked on it like a lollipop, and he groaned. Aaron pulled her head off of him, his soft cock slipping out of her mouth. He sat down and looked at her. There was cum on her cute nose, and it was running down her chin. God, she was pretty even with his stuff all over her face. He picked up a napkin from the table and wiped his juice off her face. “Was that better?” She said, still holding his soft cock. “Oh baby, you are amazing. That was really good.” Aaron said. “Thanks, I still can’t keep it all in my mouth, there is so much.” She said. “That is perfectly ok.” He said. Madison looked over at Katie and Mr. Thompson. Katie was just staring at her and he was leaning back in his chair. She saw the huge lump in his pants and looked at Katie. Katie shrugged and Madison kissed Aaron’s cock and slid over to Mr. Thompson. She saw the surprise in his face as she opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Brad almost fainted when the little temptress kissed the black cock and then slid over and pulled his cock out of his pants. She was moving her hands up and down and already kissing the sensitive head. He was amazed at her enthusiasm; she had sucked him already once today and now she was all over him again. She was serious about her practice. He took a deep breath as she slid his cock into her young mouth. Madison wanted to try something different, she took the cock in her mouth and tried to see how much of it she could take. She got up on her knees and tried to get more of it in. She felt it hit the back of her throat and saw there was still about half of it left. She pulled back and then sucked on the head. She looked at Katie. “It’s too big.” Madison said and Katie knelt down. “Relax and swallow when you feel it back there.” Katie whispered in her ear. Madison sucked him back in and slid her mouth down over the shaft. She felt it touch the back of her throat and she tried to relax. She pushed a little harder and swallowed. She felt it slide into her throat and it felt really strange. She pulled back and took a deep breath. She looked up at Brad and his eyes were closed and he looked to be struggling. “Am I doing it right?” She whispered to Katie. “Yes, baby, you are doing great. He is enjoying it, don’t worry.” Katie whispered in her ear. Madison tried again and this time she felt it slip into her throat and she pushed. The cock moved deep into her throat and then she felt her face against his body. She had done it. It felt strange but she felt a little pride that she could do it so easily. She started to pull back slowly, and she felt a load blast into her throat. She pulled back more and the next one hit the back of her throat. She took the third one on her tongue and was able to keep it all in her mouth. She pulled off and swallowed and then took him back in her mouth. Aaron was in shock, this little 14-yr-old just deepthroated Brad, holy fuck! Who was this girl? He watched his friend fire a load down her throat and then she took the rest in stride. There was no overflow this time and she sucked him clean and leaned back. They had created a monster. “Was that better?” She said to Mr. Thompson and he grunted. Katie laughed and picked her up to her feet. “You need to give him a minute.” Katie said and Madison laughed. Madison hugged Aaron again and then kissed Mr. Thompson on his forehead. She took Katie’s hand and they started to walk to the house. “I will be right back.” Katie said and they continued to walk. Aaron watched the perfect little ass walk away and just shook his head. Brad was still trying to recover. “Katie, was that ok?” Madison said as they entered the house. “Baby, that was amazing, you almost broke them.” Katie said and Madison giggled. “They did look very happy.” She said as they walked into her bedroom. She pulled out a pair of pajamas and slipped on the shorts and top. She jumped on the bed and crawled under the covers. She looked up at Katie and smiled. Katie leaned over to kiss her, and Madison felt her soft tongue wrap around hers as they kissed. Katie pulled back after a while. “Lay with me for a few minutes?” Madison asked. Katie crawled into the bed and Madison snuggled up against her. She put her arms around the girl and held her until her breathing was steady and slow. She held her for a while after that and tried to burn this feeling into her brain. Aaron was finishing another beer and Brad was sitting with his head in his hands. “Did you see that?” Brad said. “Oh yes, I certainly did. She swallowed your junk like it was nothing. It was impressive.” Aaron said. “How could she do that? It took Katie a month to be able to do that and she practiced a lot.” Brad said. “I have no idea my friend. I am still trying to last longer than a minute after she wraps those little hands around me.” Aaron said. They both looked up to see Katie walking back. She sat in the chair and looked at them. “You two do know you are both going to fuck me before you leave here.” She said. “Yeah, I figured.” Aaron said. “Well, take your time, let me know when you are ready, my pussy is like a lake after watching that.” She said. “Tell me about it.” Aaron said and Brad slid his phone over. Aaron looked down and saw his cock in Madison’s mouth and his cum running off her nose. He groaned as his cock hardened again. Katie stood up, ripped off her bikini bottoms and leaned over the table. Aaron stood up and buried his cock into her soaking pussy and thought about that cute face.

Mollie by Perfect Stranger Mollie Should Have Swiped Left Hi Everybody. I have been a long time reader of this or the previous forum. This is my first story. Please leave a comment and I will right some more. Mollie was a girl that loved to play pranks and humiliate other boys. I understand this website is about humiliation for girls and therefore this story is about how she received her comeuppance. Mollie was 17 years and a very attractive girl, she was athletic as she was a county swimmer with long blond hair. Her swimming gave her the perfect figure with a cutest pert bum you have ever seen, her boobs were not overly big but no smaller than a handful with a toned stomach any girl or boy would die for. The only thing she had against her was that she was fairly petite which is the main reason her swimming career wouldn't go any higher than county level. She was also doing very well at six form college and had plans to go to university in order to be a teacher. Mollie loved to tease boys on Tinder especially the ones that used to comment on all the bikini photos she had made available. She called herself the "De-Bikini Girl" and was flooded with messages on a daily basis. These messages lead very quickly to the guys always suggesting jokingly or otherwise they would love to debikini her, and she would play on this before eventually agreeing to meet up with the selected victim at her local leisure pool. The local leisure pool, has a rapids area shaped like a circle which allowed for half that circle to be hidden from the watching lifeguards and was where the water slides ran over the top of this area for added camouflage. Mollie had always suggested a race around the rapids, with the loser having to remove their bottoms. Most guys couldn't believe their luck at the bet and prospect of winning, especially given Mollies size, and couldn't believe it when she won, especially as she had not mentioned her swimming ability. Every guy that fell for this scam removed their shorts which she would quickly grabbed off them, then she would always make them flash before throwing their shorts onto the waterslide sitting just above her head which would whisk them off at 30 metres away to the end of the slide. The unsuspecting guy would freeze in shock while she would make an exit of the pool leaving the guy naked in a very awkward predicament. As soon as she hit the changing room, she would block that Tinder profile and carry on with her life. Her latest victim was a guy called Mike, again just like the rest of her victims he had played into her hands, and had arranged to meet her at the Crystal Leisure Centre. They met outside and instantly hit it off, before going into the changing rooms and meeting in the Jacuzzi end of the leisure pool. Mollie was wearing her cute little black bikini which was very tight on her figure which would make taking her costume off her harder as well as making her look even more hot and attractive. From there they went down a few slides together and went around all aspect of the pool, Mollie noticed a gang of boys wearing brightly coloured, puffer jackets in the gallery following her every move, at first she just assumed it was because she was really hot, but after a while started to freak her out, then she noticed she remembered one of them. One of the boys in the gallery was a guy called Dean, who shorts she had stolen and thrown onto the slide about a fortnight previously. This made her feel sick, she had humiliated at least 5 or 6 boys now, but the thought of it happening to her scared the living daylife out her. Nobody had seen her naked before and she didn't want her first time to be in front of an audience. Mollie quickly made her excuses to leave the pool by telling Mike she was popping to the toilet before they had their race. As soon as she hit the changing rooms she got dressed as quickly as she could, without drying herself properly and tried to get out before the boys upstairs where aware of what was going on. As she left the changing room, she could see the automatic door which lead to the exit and thought she had made a lucky escape but with yards from the exit she saw the gang in puffer jackets blocking her way and she darted back into the ladies. She had no way out, apart from going through the lads, they knew what she looked like, what she was wearing. She was caught like a badger down a hole. She looked around desperately trying to find another exit, even a fire exit would do, but nothing came to sight. Could she get a member of staff to help her, or would she have to admit why the guys were outside waiting for her. As she saw at the moment there was no way out. Then in the corner of eye she saw something that would help. On the wall was a fire alarm, the kind where you had to break the glass. So Mollie stuffed her jacket into her bag in the hope the lads would not notice her given her top was a different colour, and broke the glass. Alarms started ringing and within a couple of minutes a herd of women were leaving the changing rooms. She tried to blend in as much as she could with the crowd, hoping the group of lads would be looking for a girl in the red jacket she was wearing previously. She couldn't see the lads, but then she did have her head down and eventually made it out of the building. She started to walk calmly home at a normal pace in the hope this wouldn't give her away, she made it round the corner and believed that once she was across the ring road, she only had to make it across the park and she would be in her home estate, warm and dry. Then her phone made a noise "Ping", she had a Tinder message. It was from Mike saying, "sorry you left sweetheart, I know you forced my friend into showing you his birthday suit, but I wana make you a birthday cake". Mollie deleted the message very quickly confused as to what that meant, and decided to block Mike as she didn't want to continue this conversation any longer. She quickened her step hoping she would get home quicker. She reached the edge of the park when she heard a large booming voice. "Well, well, well, what do we have here" Mollie looked up to be surrounded by the group of guys in puffer jackets, she knew her game was up, she wanted to cry knowing she was going to be stripped. Lucky for her, the jeans and top she had on her were tight and she wasn't going down without a struggle, maybe even cause a scene in the hope someone would save her. She looked around and all she could see was a group of boys maybe 14 or 15 years old playing football in the park, and the odd dog walker in the area, maybe they could save her blushes? The leader of the group, who has stood infront of Mike began talking to Mollie. "Love, we are not nasty guys, we wont force you to do anything you don't want to do, I want to make that clear, please don't be scared" Mollie confused gave a sigh of relief but still wasn't sure what to make of everything, the leader carried on "you have a choice, you can either own up to the police about your vandalism and setting off the fire alarm, plus the sexual assault of my friend here or you can let us make you a birthday cake" "... off you creep " replied Mollie "no way am I going to do anything you little fridgets want" "Are you sure" the leader asked, "You seem a clever girl, how would vandalism and sexual assault look in your chosen profession" "don't you dare blackmail me" exclaimed Mollie. "You told me you were nice people, blackmailing is wrong" "We are not blackmailing you, we are giving you a choice" butted in Mike. "Sod this, whats the number for 999" joked the leader as he reached for his phone and punched the first two digits in. "ok, ok, ok what do you mean by making me a birthday cake" enquired Mollie at least relieved at it not being a public stripping. Mike with a smile of his face began "we have ingredients in our bags to make a cake. If you let us pour these on you we can call it quits, no nakedness, no total humiliation this is the deal, we want to make YOU a birthday cake" Mollie reluctantly agreed and asked if they could go to part of the park covered by trees and the guys agreed and took her deep into the treed area and next to a chain linked fence next to an industrial estate. Mollie made one last attempt of a reprieve, " this is going to ruin my clothes, people will see me walking home afterwards and I will have no choice but to inform them what has happened which could lead to the Police being called" "Good point" one of the other lads in the group piped up, who up until now had been mute. "I bet the police will be interested in how we got here also, so unless you can think your way out of this we can begin" Her only way out was to strip, at least this wouldn't ruin her clothes, how bad would that be, if she went to her underwear it would be no different to the boys seeing her in a bikini. She offered to strip to her underwear, of course the boys agreed. The leader reminded Mollie she didn't have to strip, she was free to leave at any time, by Mollie ignored him and began to take her t-shirt off. Again she revealed her tanned tight tummy and slightly more of her small cleavage than before but the boys were happy. She undone the top button of her jeans and yanked them down, she almost fell over as she lifted her leg up to step out of them and revealed a tight pair of black French knickers, which made her blush full aware of her humiliation is about to begin. The leader emptied his bag back, he lay the contents out, first came the eggs, then the flour and finally some treacle. "Not the hair, not the hair" Mollie begged "Please not the hair, people will know I have been attacked please not the hair" "good point" said the boy which we previously called mute. " You make a really good point, but whats in it for us? When my friend begged for his shorts, you made him flash, why should we listen to you" "Remember anything you suggest is your idea, we wont force anything" butted in Dean. "whatever you decide, is up to you" Mollie looking embarrassed said, "how about my bra" if I lose my bra will you please avoid the hair" "agreed" the gang of boys said in unison. And with the that Mollie unclasped the back of her bra, took the straps off and let her bra hit the floor. She covered her prized assets with both hands and the boys grabbed an egg each. Standing in just a small pair of French knickers each of the gang broke an egg on her firm body before emptying a whole packed of flour over her shoulders. She looked like a ghost from the neck down, and the guys stood back to admire their work. Of course her breasts were still covered with her hands but they knew the best was yet to come. Dean opened the treacle and stood behind Mollie. "Happy birthday" he whispered into her ears as he poured the treacle all over her body. It was sticky and horrible, Mollie wanted to cry but wanted to look strong, she dared not to say a word in the hope it was over and her nakedness would be hidden. "How am I going to get home like this" Mollie exclaimed, "if I put my clothes on now they will be ruined" Mollie appeared angry as she felt mislead by the gang, but I don't know why she believed they owed her any favours. "Remember we are nice people" grinned the leader. "We will save you your blushes and your potential career again. but only if you accept the price for our help" Without a word being said, two of the other guys opened their ruck sacks and emptied out large bottles of waters and a couple of towels. "I guess you want my knickers don't you" enquired Mollie. "Your a clever girl" said Dean, "but remember you forced me to flash in public, I want you tied to this chained linked fence while we wash you down and we get to see everything, its either that or you ruin these lovely clothes you have here. Mollie heart sank, she was going to end up naked, she couldn't think of anything quick witted to reply so accepted her fate. The tallest of the gang took her to the chain linked fence, grabbed her hands away from here breasts and cable tied both of her hands in a star position. Her breasts were on full show, and the boys loved it. Her breasts were so more perky and firm than anyone had expected. It was like she had no need for a bra at all. Her nipples were small and cute while her skin was flawless., or at least the parts they could see which were not covered in treacle. "Now who is going to have the honours of removing her bottoms" announced the leader of the group. "I volunteer as tribute" demanded Dean All the other boys looked at each other, slightly disappointed they didn't saying anything first, but then on seconds thoughts for the sake of payback it had to be Dean. Dean walked over, placed a hand on the bottom of her neck and drew an imaginary line with his finger down the centre of her body, first inbetween her breasts, followed by her stomach and past her belly button. He then crouched down, put a finger on both sides of the wasteband of her underware and looked at Mollie straight in the eye. Mollie tried one last time to make a final plee, but unfortunately for her nothing came out. The look in her eye was begging Dean not to strip her final piece of clothing off her in front of this audience. Also unfortunately for Mollie, the smile from Deans face was practically saying 'this is the best thing that's ever happened to me' while the glint in his eye also suggested the best was yet to come. He pulled down her undies slowly, but in one full motion, she offered no resistance as he unhooked them from off her feet leaving her stark naked, as naked as the day she was born. Then without question the leader took control, he approached Mollie and lifted her up in the air, while the final member of the gang opened her legs and cable tied her ankles to the fence leaving her in a star fish position. Then the boys admired and were in ore of the view that was before them. Her privates were completely shaved, not a stitch of hair on them, and her vagina was neat and tidy, it was perfect in every way and very beautiful on the eye. Each of the boys grabbed a bottle of water each, some shower gel was poured all over her body followed by the water. Mollie shrieked and yelped because the water was cold. it trickled down her body and with thanks to the shower gel the boys began to lather her up everywhere, and I mean everywhere. The boys were getting a good feel of her everywhere, her boobs were getting a good scrub as they caressed each one in turn, giving extra attention to her nipples, and they were hardening by the second. Another one of the lads was giving her below regions a good seeing too and paying his attention to the crack at the front and at the back.. There was no penetration but every nook and cranny of her most intimate parts were being rubbed and violated. The pressure was starting to build up inside Mollie, a feeling she had not experienced before, but she knew exactly what was happening. Just as she was about to climax, the boys stopped, dried her off completely and once again admired the completely naked Mollie in her full glory. "Someone looks excited" taunted Mike, and made a strong reference to her visible clitoris. He walked over to her and placed his finger. " I thought people say this is really hard to find, yours is easy" He began to wiggle his finger and within seconds Mollie was overcome with pleasure. "OMG we have a squirter" exclaimed Mike, as all of Mollies juices covered has hand. He quickly grabbed a towel and then stood back in the line with the rest of the boys. Mollie hung from the fence, with her head down, looking very embarrassed and sorry for herself, while at the same time feeling horny after her first ever orgasm. "Ok, cut her down, guys we are even now" ordered the triumphant leader. "Hang on a minute, hang on a minute" protested Dean. "I had to walk through a swimming pool naked, there were a load of kids, little girls in fact saw me naked, how is what we have done today even?" "Good point" exclaimed the guy we had previously called mute, turn her around I have an idea. Then the guy who we previously called mute left the wooded area, "Hang on a minute, hang on a minute" protested Dean. "I had to walk through a swimming pool naked, there were a load of kids, little girls in fact saw me naked, how is what we have done today even?" "Good point" exclaimed the guy we had previously called mute, turn her around I have an idea. Then the guy who we previously called mute left the wooded area, while the other guys removed Mollies cable ties, turned her around and reapplied the ties, leaving her cute pert bottom full on display. All Mollie could now see was the industrial estate that was next to the fence, she started to worry she would be flashing the whole business but given it was a Saturday she has hoping nobody would be about. "O My God, she is bloody naked" was the next noise Mollie heard, and it came from a prepubescent voice. "Id tap that anyday" again from another prepubescent voice. "No you wont" said Mike coming across defensive, "whats the plan Jason" The next voice being the mute guy (or Jason as we will now call him) " its only fair that we play a game, just like she did with you Dean, if she looses these boys that we found playing football over there get to see everything, but there is twist, Mollie herself decides if she loses" "That's a stupid ......." Dean was cut short. "here me out" Jason said as he reached into his bag for one final time and out came a table tennis bat. " each of these young boys get five slaps on her bottom, five lads equals 25 slaps in total. Mollie can decide to give up by begging us to show these young boys her front assets, and when she does she loses" The first young boy approached WHACK--- There was no response from Mollie WHACK- Again no response from Mollie, her mind was focused on the building ahead, trying to block out any pain. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK in quick succession and she had survived the first boy. He pert backside was a bright shade of red, but she had not moved a muscle or made a sound, maybe she could win? The second boy was handed the paddle, "this time use this side of the bat" Mike pointing out the rougher side of the paddle to the young lad. WHACK --- "argggh" exclaimed Mollie, this hurt a lot more now WHACK--- "arggggghh" Mollie was getting louder WHACK WHACK WHACK "Argggggggggggghhhhhhh" Mollie was starting to break, a tear rolled down her check, every hit was like slapping sunburn, her confidence was starting to drift. The 3rd boy as about to strike WHACK- ARGGGGGGGGGH Shouted Mollie, " I want the boys".. but then she stopped, " I cant.. please stop" WHACK -- "ok ok ok, I want the boys to see me naked, please please I beg you" "sorry what was that" one of the young boys asked Finally broken Mollie repeated " I want the young boys to see everything, please turn me over" Mollie got her wish, Mollie was untied, turned around and retied in her start position. There was a moment of silence as the young boys gazed at the naked beauty that was before them. Mollie felt ashamed and dirty after the events and hung her head in shame. After what seemed like 20 seconds of no activity she raised her head and saw the excitement and amazement on the young boys faces. "ERRRRRRR she is wetting herself" as one of the young boys broke the silence Mollies hips were shacking and fluid certainly coming from her private area. "I think boys you need to learn more about girls before you realise whats happened" Dean commented to the young boys Mollie had just had a multiple orgasm in front of the whole group, the embarrassment and pleasure at the same time prolonged the orgasm and Mollie was tied to the fence covered in her own juices. The young boys were told to scram before they received a similar fate and Mollie was released from the fence. She was given her clothes and the group in puffer jackets left to let her get changed in piece and quit. Mollie started to leave the park as she headed home then she heard a "ping" from her phone. It was Tinder, she had received a message from a guy called Ben and it read "Hey gorgeous, you look great in bikini would you like to meet up" Mollie had a decision to make Mollie Gets Catfished After her exploits and total humiliation Mollie decided that the best course of action was too not humiliate any boys further given the risk of it happening to her was far too great. She still despite her amazing good looks and perfect petite figure lacked the confidence to talk to boys and decided to continue her online search for Mr Right. She had spoken to a few boys but nothing really became of it over her reluctance to physically meet them, unfortunately for Mollie these would fizzle out, but for one exception. This exception was a guy called Daniel. Mollie and Daniel had been in communication for months, which extended well beyond instant messenger as the two used to call each other on a regular basis. Dan was kind, a proper gentleman so to speak and knew how to make Mollie feel good about herself without having to resort to comments about her physical appearance. Mollie really started to open up emotionally to Dan, she would talk about how her Aunty had become really ill and Dan was able to support her through this. Mollie felt she was finally ready to meet Dan when she received a phone call she will never forget. Ring Ring, Ring Ring "Hello Mollie Speaking" "Who the hell do you think you are" shouted the voice from the other end of the phone. "You need to stop messaging and ringing my boyfriend if you know whats good for you" Mollie struggled to get a word in as the amount of abuse she received was extreme to say the least. Mollie had a fairly thick skin so the abuse didnt really bother her but the line that made her shiver was " if I ever catch up with you, what those boys did to you will be nothing compared to what me and my mates will do". Dan was the only person Mollie had spoken to about the previous incident so she knew straight away that it was him the caller was referring to. After saying sorry to the caller Mollie put the call down and messaged Dan telling him she never wanted to hear off him again and to never contact her again. Dan tried for days ringing and texting Mollie which she ignored but after a week he got the message and left her alone. Again this knocked Mollies confidence back even further, but was also glad to get out of the situation before it got even worse. About a month later Mollie received a phone call from a withheld number which turned out to be Dan. He was crying, he was saying how his own Mother had been diagnosed with a serious illness and only Mollie would be able to understand. Mollie being the kind hearted girl she is took pity and offered a shoulder to cry on, and didn't have the heart to say no when Dan wanted to meet in person. After-all Dan was a rock for her in her time of need, it was only right she repaid the favour. They agreed to meet in the town centre where Mollie lived outside the swimming baths were Mollie trained. Mollie suggested a Tuesday as this was a public swimming session where she used the time as an extra session on top of her normal club sessions. They had agreed to meet at Seven o clock in the evening which gave Mollie plenty of time for a swim before hand. While she swam it gave her plenty of time to think about the Dan situation when it struck her "what happens if this is a trap". This feeling really unnerved Mollie specially the line around a sick parent, she thought if I was going to set a trap for myself, this is what I would do. Mollie desperate to meet Dan decided she would get out the pool early and wait in the multi story car park which overlooked the entrance to the building the meet was going to take place. If Dan turned up with a gang, she would leave and avoid any further embarrassment. It was half past six and Mollie was positioned on the top floor of the car park overlooking the meet destination. After about 15 minutes a bus pulled up where a group of three girls and three guys got off and were waiting outside the leisure centre. None of them looked like Dan, so Mollie just assumed he was running late. With just a couple of minutes before the meet time, still no Dan could be seen and this group of kids aged between 16-19 years old were still there. They were very excitable which got Mollie very suspicious so she decided to ring Dan once and for all. Ring Ring, Ring Ring, One of the boys to the group grabbed every ones attention and showed them his phone, it was clearly Dan, or at least the guy she knew was Dan. "Hi Mollie" said Dan "Hi Dan, sorry im just running a little late, im just drying my hair. Are you on your own?" "yeah im on my own, and dont worry I am happy to wait" replied Dan "what does your girlfriend think about us two seeing each other" asked Mollie "I dont know" replied Dan "Well ask her, she is stood right next to you!" exclaimed Mollie as she put the phone down and moved away from the edge of the car park. Mollie wanting a quick get away ran straight to the lift while Dan and his gang looked around in amazement as to how Mollie could have seen them. Mollie sprinted for the lift and immediately regretted her choice of attire. She really wanted to show Dan what he was missing by wearing a simple but stylish all in one maxi dress which cut off just below he knee. It was reserved enough to be classy but still showed the world her slender athletic figure and a chance to showoff her toned legs. This did making running difficult, but that didn't stop her from getting into the lift in double quick time. She entered the lift and this gave her a chance to catch her breath, the adrenaline was pumping through her body as the realisation she has just avoided another humiliation began to hit. Then the lift stopped at the bottom floor, the doors opened and to Mollies amazement and horror stood Dan, his girlfriend and the rest of is gang. "O SH!T" exclaimed Mollie, "Yes Sh!t indeed" ......"Grab her" responded Dans girlfriend. Then two of the boys, who were almost a foot taller than Mollie grabbed her and pinned her to the back of the lift. The 4th floor was pressed and the lift started to make its way to the highest but one floor of the car park. "Im sorry, so sorry, please I am so sorry, please please" begged Mollie "shut up, I warned you about seeing my boyfriend, and you defied me. Now face the consequences" Mollie continued to beg as the boys led her out of the lift once it had reached the forth floor. Mollie tried to resist and was strong for her size, but each boy grabbed her from under her arms and lifted her clean off the floor. Mollie was kicking trying to get away but in the end her efforts her pointless. Then the group stopped walking and Mollie faced her capture. She was facing her tormentor in silence. Part of it was because her legs were tired from all her struggling, and secondly hoped for some kind of mercy if she didn't fight. Dans girlfriend bent down and started to remove Mollies pumps. Mollies bear feet became exposed and Mollie was preparing herself for the worse. The girl grabbed Mollies feet and started to feel Mollies legs. She teased Mollie until she reached her knees. Then she reached the bottom of her dress and began to lift. First Mollies light blue thong came into view, they left very little to the imagination and were matched with cheers of delight from the crowd. The dress kept rising, soon Mollies toned stomach came into view when she realised her dress was going to come off. She looked at the group, everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves, all apart from one person. Dan wasn't smiling, he wasn't egging them on. He mouthed the words "Im sorry" to Mollie. I think deep down Dan had fallen for Mollie, the two had shared so much between them despite never meeting, and the fact Mollie was who she said she was made Dan instantly regret what was going to happen. By now the dress had reached to mollies bra. The 2nd cheer roared as Mollies arms we raised high as the gang completely lifted the dress of Mollies body. In the process Mollie was dropped to floor. Her feet immediately felt the cold tarmac of the car park, and then immediately the gang approached Mollie like a pack of wolfs. Mollie tried to protect herself in the fetal position in a really feeble attempt to stop this situation getting any worse. Mollie rolled around as she felt hands go everywhere, again she put up a good fight for 15 to 20 seconds but once her bra was unclipped she knew she was just prolonging the inevitable rather than preventing it. Mollie crossed her arms and held them around her waste. Her hands clamped around either side of her thong preventing the gang from taking that, while her arms being crossed prevented her from losing her bra. Then she felt some hands on her shoulders as she felt her straps getting lowered. They came down to her elbows when her breasts were exposed for the first time. The crowed cheers seeing Mollies nipples, one of the girls started to grope her breasts in an attempt for Mollie to uncross her hands. It worked, as Mollie was being groped her reflex was to uncross her arms and defend herself. This gave the gang the opportunity to snatch her bra further down her arms and off, leaving poor Mollie in just her light blue thong. Dans girlfriend held Mollies bra up like a trophy, while Mollie lay there back in the fetal position, with both of her hands clamped around the sides of her thong. The gang tried to pull them down, but Mollie was strong and determined not to end up naked. Then one of the taller and older boys, started to unclamp Mollies fingers one by one, She was holding on for dear life, but first her little finger was released, followed by her middle finger. Mollie pleaded further not to be stripped bare bottom naked, but her requests were ignored, Eventually one hand as freed and pulled above her head. Then one of the other lads started an identical job on her other hand. Once again once two more fingers were prised apart, Dans girl friend had an easy job of yanking down her thong. She pulled them straight down to Mollies ankles, but Mollie hadn't given up yet. Mollie pulled her legs as wide as she could, she knew this would expose her most intimate parts, but also make her thong very tight against her ankles making it harder to get them off. She thought if she could prevent the gang from stripping her bear bottom naked that would be some kind of moral victory. It worked initially, but then Dans girl friend just re-positioned herself, sitting on Mollies knees as she lay on the ground. First her right leg was moved from out of the thong, then almost instantly Mollie felt some metal over her wrists. She was handcuffed with her arms in the air, and this slight distraction made removing her thong completely very easy work. Mollie was naked again, and the boys helped her to her feet, she was walked backwards about 10 metres to the centre of the car park where there was a plastic chain linked fence. A loop was put through her handcuffs and the fence so Mollie couldn't get away. She was stood on her very tip toes, hands handcuffed pointing to the sky with everything on show. The gang looked in amazement as to how gorgeous Mollie looked without her clothes on. Mollie continued to beg for mercy while Dans girlfriend decided what to do next. She commanded Dan to come forward, who reluctantly obliged. She told him to give her an Australian kiss. Mollie didn't know what this was, but Dan did. He said "no way" but he was threatened with a similar fate to Mollie so he started to approach the young naked girl. He knelt down right next to her, put his arm around her waist and started to kiss her stomach. He slowly started to get lower and lower until he started to lick her vagina. The air was cold, Mollie had goose-pimples all over, but Dans warm and wet mouth was starting to warm her up. Within a matter of moments Mollie started to grown, Dan knew exactly what he was doing and Mollie was feeling a kind of sensation she had never felt before on this scale. "Don't you dare cum missy" barked Dans girlfriend , "if you cum without my permission this situation is only going to get much worse for you" Dan continued and Mollies groans grew louder, after a couple more minutes Mollie started to beg again, only for her requests to cum being denied. Then in desperation, Mollie shouted "Please, please, I cant hold it anymore, theirs nothing I can do" STOOOOOP demanded Dans girlfriend, and the kiss ended instantly. Mollie had been taken to heaven but denied entry at the gates at the very last moment. Mollie was panting heavily and not really aware of her surroundings for a moment, but when she was finally able to focus she could see one of the gang taking full frontal photos of Mollie. "turn her around, I wana get one of her ass" cheekily demanded one of the other girls in the gang. Mollie was spun around and again just stood still while more photos of her naked, this time from behind were being taken. Then Dans girlfriend dropped a bombshell. "Mollie we are going to leave you here like this, but I am going to allow you to decide how this ends. Im going to leave the handcuff keys over here, but your going to ring a friend, who will see you in this state and help you home" Mollie still in a state of fright, couldn't muster a reply. One of the girls went into Mollies bag pulled out her phone and asked who she wanted to call. "theres a pin, you cant access my phone" stuttered Mollie "Pin Missy" retorted Dans girlfriend . "Not a chance" replied Mollie with a hint of courage. "fine, some tramp or druggie is going to have a field day when he finds you, I hope he likes his women cold, as its gonna be a cold night" joked Dans girlfriend "ok 2511, call Laura Hill" Mollie got her wish, Mollie explained to Laura what had happened while the mobile was held up to her mouth so she could speak. Laura said she would be there in 20 minutes and promised to be discreet. The phone call ended but the whole gang were huddled around Mollies phone and laughing, well almost everyone, Dan was looking at disbelief at what his girlfriend was doing. His girlfriend was shouting out-loud social media sites every ten seconds or so. She had transferred the naked pictures of Mollie to Mollies phone and sharing them under all of her profiles. "Facebook" "Instagram" "Twitter" "Snapchat" While this was going on, one of the lads had gone away unnoticed and came back with a shopping trolley which had been left in the car park. "are you thinking what im thinking" as the whole group nodded at each other, all being on the same wave length. The gang crowded around Mollie and the trolley. Untied the loop that was connecting her to the fence, picked her up and placed her inside the shopping trolley. Then out came some bike chains which we used to connect Mollies handcuffs to the rail, her bottom was placed at the bottom of the trolley and he legs raised and separated and chained to the other end of the trolley. Mollies shaved privates were completely on show, and offered one final opportunity for a photo which was then added to the collection on social media. Mollie struggled to get free, but for her efforts she got no where. Then as one final piece of humiliation Dans girlfriend inserted Mollies phone into her vagina resting against her clit. By now people had started to see her photos, and with every comment, like or screenshot, her phone began to vibrate. Her phone was vibrating at an incredible rate, it was like a vibrator on its constant setting. Mollie was getting aroused almost instantly, after being taken to the brink of orgasm only a few minutes previously. Plus the thought of very vibration being a new comment or like tipped Mollie over the edge. She came several times before her Laura arrived and was shattered by the time of her friends arrival. Laura rushed to her friends aid, and immediately removed the phone from Mollies intimate area. She looked at the phone well aware of what had happened. Mollie gave her the password to unlock the phone but it wouldn't work. Dans girlfriend had changed the password making it impossible to take the photos down. The phone was still vibrating, it was reading at 100+ notifications. Laura instantly went to the keys that had been left to free Mollie. Laura was trying every lock with every key to no success, after 15 minutes it was obvious that none of these keys worked. Mollie was sticky, Laura went to her car to get some baby wipes to help Mollie feel more comfortable. It was so humiliating to have her friend clean up her juices, it felt like being a baby, but Mollie appreciated it once she was clean again. After a long discussion the girls decided they needed to call 999 in order to end this predicament. Laura explained what had happened and the dispatcher told her help would be there immediately, especially due to the fact Mollie had been naked in the cold for a while now. Laura continued to fiddle with the locks until the flash of blue lights lit up the car park. The fire brigade had arrived, to save any shred of dignity Mollie had left, Laura removed her own bra and placed this on Mollie. The bra was way too big for Mollie, and if you got close to Mollie at the right angle you could see her breasts anyway, but Mollie felt less exposed like this. Also Laura had removed her jogging bottoms and placed them over Mollies privates to hide these from the emergency services. The fire men got out the truck and approached the girls, Mollie couldn't believe her luck, the fire men were all good looking and she wanted to die knowing her exposure was opening up to another group of people. By now the Police had arrived and Laura was giving them the details of what had happened. The wide-eyed firemen were as professional as they could be in this situation as they set to work on the chains with the bolt cutters. Her legs were freed one by one followed by her hands. Mollie was so cold and weak she needed the assistance of two of the firemen in order to get out of the trolley. As she was lifted the jogging bottoms fell down and she flashed once more to everybody in sight. Mollie was wrapped up in the blanket that came from the ambulance that had arrived (even more to witness) and she was taken to the local police station to give a statement what had happened. Mollie was mortified that practically everybody she had ever met had now seen her completely naked on social media and she was sure that her life was ruined. Also the Police we never able to catch Dan or his friends due to the phones never being registered in anybodies name. A couple of days later, after all the photos had been removed, Mollie got a message on her online dating site. It was from a profile called Fireman Sam and it read "Hi Mollie I have a feeling that I came out to help you the other day, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it, please tell me your OK. Mollie had a decision to make......... Mollie Should Have Stayed Home Mollie was absolutely devastated that everybody she knew, had ever met, and even people she had not yet met had seen her so vulnerable and completely naked. Having her friends, family, team mates and even mere acquaintances being able to access those photos at any time was very difficult to handle. It was decided in conjunction between her school and her family, that going back to 6th form straight away to deal with all the attention was not in her best interests. It was decided that Mollie would join the student exchange to Germany where she could stay with the same German family that her friend Laura was stopping at. It was the same Laura that came to her rescue in the car park, so she knew how much Mollie needed cheering up. Mollie had taken German at GCSE so she knew enough to get by, but Laura was there to help her if needed. The first week of the two week exchange went without a blip and gave Mollie a chance to forget about her troubles back in England. That weekend a group of boys and girls, some German an some English had arranged a fun trip to the local waterpark. Mollie still feeling really body conscience and to the disappointment to the boys in the group, wore one of her one piece swimming costumes which she used to train in back home. All the other girls were in bikinis, but this didnt stop all the boys for gazing at Mollie, envious and wanting to see more. Mollies figure was sublime, her toned petite figure wasnt just grabbing the attention of the students, but of anybody in the pool. Her pert bottom being the desire of their affection and wanting to see all of her properly. The pool wasnt as busy as she was expecting given it was the weekend. In fact given she was in Germany, it was strange how most of the men in the pool appeared to be not from Germany at all. They spoke in a language that was not known to any of the group, but if you had to guess you would have said there was a mixture of African and middle eastern men in the pool . The group of six students saw that there was no queue for the main slide which translated from German was called "The Screamer". The slide started off fairly slowly where the slide was only half a tube, giving you the opportunity to look over the whole pool if you wished, then it began to speed up before eventually becoming an enclosed tube to make it safe for the high speed finish. There were speakers which let out human screams every so often which hence gave the slide its name. So the group climbed the stairs to the top of the slide and as expected there was no queue. Pretty much immediately they were joined in the queue by three middle eastern men in the queue, which seemed odd as up until now nobody else had shown an interest to the slide. The one gave a nod to the lifeguard, which at the time didnt seem important or weird at all. Just before the first boy went down the slide the lifeguard went up to these three men and put a rope across the railing behind the men, as if to close the slide once they have had their turn. Then the lifeguard returned to the top of the slide, and gave his permission for each student to begin the ride. Mollie was at the back of the group of students as she was the most nervous, but she was more nervous about chickening out and was going nowhere. Just as Laura had gone down the slide and waved to Mollie before going out of sight, the three middle eastern men pushed passed Mollie in the queue and went down all together. Mollie protested to the lifeguard, and either he didn't understand her or simply he didn't care. It was now Mollies turn, she sat down and pushed herself slowly. In all honesty it was too slow but the slide began to pick up speed, she then turned the final corner before the slide became very fast and before the slide turned into a full tube. BANG---------- Mollie crashed into the three middle eastern men who blocked her way. The one was spread horizontal acting as a barrier to stop their decent any further. The other two grabbed at Mollie. They pulled the front of her costume down to expose her soft perky breasts, they gave her a wedgy to expose her cute toned bum cheeks. Mollie attempted to scream, but the water from the slide was hitting her in the face, it was like being water boarded and molested at the same time, any sound she did make would get lost in the screams that the slide itself made. She pinned down on her front as one of the men started to undo the zip of her costume at the back. It came all the way down to just above her bum. Her toned perfectly formed back was on show once more. Her straps were lowered with ease and pulled below her arms. Mollie was flipped over, and her breasts exposed. The water although not cold had made her nipples hard and pointy and they now faced the men directly. Her costume continued to be pulled down, past her hips and knees and rested at her ankles. Once again her naked body was exposed to all around her, it was just Mollies luck all around her only mounted to three people. Mollie was pinned to the floor with her costume around her ankles, she looked up and saw one of the men had dropped his shorts and was sporting a huge erection. OMG Mollie thought, im going to get raped, right here, right now. And with that thought and as the man approached Mollie through one last dice and decided to fight with all of her might. She swung with her leg at the mans knee who was stood over her, in the process this meant her leg was free from the costume, but it was worth it, the man came crashing down and took his two mates with him, all three of them entered the tube part of the slide, which was also the point of no return. Mollie grabbed the side of the slide, as it this point it wasnt a full tube and she hung on for dear life. As normal lady luck wasnt on Mollie side. One of the jets to help speed up the rider on the tube part of the slide was positioned right by her feet. She could feel her costume moving past her heal and down her foot. Once the costume was gone, thats it, she is naked once again and only a matter of time before exposure to another large group. The jets were powerful, Mollie wasnt strong enough at this stage to pull herself back up the slide, so she slid a little closer to the point of no return and the jet away from here feet. The only problem was once she came to a standstill again, the powerful jet was pumping water straight onto her vagina. The vibrations were powerful, more powerful than any vibrator on the underground market let alone Amazon. There wasnt anytime for Mollie to get horny, she came in seconds. It was only the adrenaline of the situation that kept Mollies mind on the task at hand, but again within another few seconds she came again. She tried to shake her hips and bottom, any attempt to escape these vibrations. It must have been a great site to see her bottom jiggling around trying to stop or delay this torment then Mollie had the realisation her costume had slipped to her toes. She was now millimetres from losing her costume, this was the 2nd adrenaline show Mollie needed. She inverted her wrists to allow herself to hold onto the slide with her back facing the jet, and with another equal show of physical strength.she raised her leg, pushed her costume against the wall and dragged it towards her hand. Her legs were spread eagled in the process, but again lucky Mollie was on her own. As Mollie let go of the slide with one hand to gain control of her costume, she didnt have the strength in the other hand to hold her weight as she began a descent to the point of no return. With less than a millisecond to spare, she gained control of her costume and grabbed the side with her hand. Mollie exhausted at the exact point where the slide became a tube managed to position herself horizontally just like one of the men earlier and hung her costume over the edge of the side so she could rest. Molly was panting loudly, she was even harrowing as she was recovering from the several orgasms she had received in quick succession. She lay there naked while she caught her breath and composure before she had the energy or strength to reapply her swimming costume. BANG--- Mollie was awaken from her daze. The ride had re opened and the first rider as a rather large man in his early to mid 40s crashed straight in Mollie. Mollie fell straight on top of him and in the worse position imaginable. Her face was buried in his groin while she was sat on his face, It is the perfect 69 postion, it was just a shame this was not the time, or the place, and certainly not the person for it. She cling to his leg as they continued there slide until they hit the bottom. SPLASH The ride had reached its conclusion and Mollie was scared to get up. She had everyright to be, there she was stark naked, sitting on a mans face who was twice her age infront of a swimming pool full of people. Right at the front of the crowd was another big person. It was the wife of the man who had crashed into her. When I say she was big, I mean she was massive, she was built like a typical female German shotputter, Her hands were like saucepans and arms like tree tree trunks, she was certainly not a women to mess with. When the realisation hit her, that it was her husband that the naked girl was sitting on, she stormed over. The water rippled like it did in the famous Jurassic Park scene and at this point Mollie would rather have been swallowed by a T-Rex than what happened next. The women picked Mollie up by her hair, the pain was immense and Mollie used both hands to try and reduce this pain, this left all aspects of her naked body on show for everybody to see. Mollie was marched to a plastic table that was on the side of the water and what happened next had everybody in disbelief. Mollie was bent over the table and given the spanking of anybodies lifetime. Each powerful blow from each saucepan made even the bystanders flinch. Her whole hand wasnt much bigger than Mollies whole backside and each blow was brutal. Bang......... bang....... bang..... Mollie was crying, tears down her face, shouting, pleading for it to stop, but nobody moved, everyone was in complete shock. Bang.... bang..... bang... it continued Mollies bottom got a complete beating and you could say her bottom was "well done", but judging by the pale of red it had become you could easily of said it was "medium rare". Eventually a couple of lifeguard broke rank and broke up the beating. Mollie collapsed on the floor, arms and legs shacking, she couldnt move. Mollie lay in shame, naked curled up in a bowl, with her pink bottom facing the crowd, she lay there crying. She tried to listen for help, but all she could hear was German, and unfortunately for her known of those words would have been included in her GCSE syllabus. Two of Mollies English class mates finally approached her, picked the petite girl up from under her arm pits to take her away from the crowd and her quickly followed by a couple of lifeguards. She was put in a room while the lifeguards collected her belongings from her locker to allow her to get changed. They translated for Mollie as the swimming pool manager explained the embarrassment of young girls was a problem at the pool which they were trying to rectify . Once Mollie was changed, she still struggled to sit down, it might be a few days until the pin would go away, was asked if she wanted the Police involved. Once again Mollie had a decision to make...……. Would the German Police be any better than the English Police that had let her down previously???

Mailgirls On The Run by eltree Chapter 15 /* One week closer to the big race, during which Twenty-two is chastised, Mistress V gives Fourteen a warm send-off, and Megan's social life expands beyond running and naked women. */ Monday morning and Megan was again walking through the doors into SG&T absentmindedly noticing the usual breakfast crowd watching the floor show below while drinking coffee and dining on croissants and breakfast sandwiches. It had been a good weekend, the best in a long time. After the training session on Saturday, she'd had brunch with the non-mailgirls that had run and then spent the afternoon exploring Frederick with Brendan. Lin Chang gave them a guided tour of the Hood College campus where Maria Hyland, aka Mailgirl 14, would be matriculating on Wednesday. Then Sunday morning, she met up with Ken Jensen and some friends of his for a long run along the Rock Creek Trail. To reiterate, it had been an enjoyable, thoroughly normal weekend -- barring running intervals with naked women Saturday morning. Now it was time to buckle down and do some real work for the bank, the kind of work her four years of college and two years in graduate school had prepared her for. She sat down at her desk which looked just as she had left it on Friday and logged into her workstation. The mailgirl app popped up on her taskbar with an indication that she had an alert. As a mailgirl she had been horrified to find out that employees could track individual mailgirls through the app -- not to the extent that Human Capital could, but any SG&T employee could opt to be notified of status changes (on duty, off duty, on vacation), demerit totals, and public punishments for any two mailgirls. Megan had been alerted that Mailgirl Twenty-two was scheduled for public punishment in the main courtyard at 11 a.m. for "illicit interaction with an employee." The only mailgirl that Megan had ever followed was her sister; she thought that with her upgraded status she should check to see if she could track the whole running team. "Rank hath its privilege," she muttered adding Mailgirls 3, 4, 12, 14, 15, and 23 to her list. All but Mailgirl 23 just popped up as "on duty"; Twenty-three was "off duty." Only Twenty-two had a date in the courtyard. Megan decided not to complain to Human Capital about Twenty-two's punishment, but made a note to ask her if Mistress V had specified which "illicit interaction" she was being thrashed for. Then Megan turned diligently to the latest prospectus she'd been tasked to evaluate. Mailgirl Twenty-two had just made a delivery to the Fifth Floor with seventeen seconds to spare which was not something to repeat. On-time deliveries meant no additional demerits, but beating the time by a sizable margin inevitably led to Human Capital revising the expected time of delivery down. She was headed towards the mat beside the Office Admin's desk when her MMU buzzed again with her next task. She looked at her MMU and winced, "Mailgirls Locker Room" which meant a meeting with Mistress V and her paddle or worse. This was one trip she would not rush. Twenty-two descended to the basement via the back service stairs and made her way to the locker room where she could see Mistress V and Mailgirl Twenty-three inside of the glass walls. Twenty-three was standing behind the spanking bench beside a small pile of stuff. The door opened as Twenty-two approached and she walked through to learn her fate. Mistress V barked "Knees" and Twenty-two sank gracefully into the required pose, down with knees spread wide, feet touching, back slightly arched, and hands clasped behind her head. Her eyes were fixed on the toes of Mistress V's gleaming black boots. Twenty-two had pulled boot-polishing duty more than once -- why would Mistress V care for her own footwear when she had twenty-four mailgirls at her beck and call? "Mr Whitman has been counseled about his inappropriate behavior with you yesterday morning in the parking lot. Pick up those items and follow me to the courtyard for your counseling." Twenty-two stood and saw a pair of black stilettos and a leather panel gag sitting on top of a rectangular metal sign that read: DO NOT FEED THE MAILGIRLS There were short lengths of light chain attached to the corners of the top of the sign. She noticed that Twenty-three was wearing her running shoes. Twenty-two sighed and picked up the items and followed Mistress V and Twenty-three out of the locker room. The three women walked up the stairs into the lobby and then paraded through the employee dining room out into the courtyard. The outside tables were already well populated and all eyes followed the women as they headed towards the wooden frame erected above the strip of gravel. "Hand Twenty-three the sign and the shoes. Then kneel facing away from me." Twenty-two complied and then opened her mouth to insert the penis shaped protrusion on the back of the panel gag as directed by Mistress V. Mistress V moved Twenty-two's hair off her neck and buckled the gag tightly around her head. "Now stand and put on your shoes. They will protect your feet since I am not to inflict punishment that will materially affect your ability to run." Twenty-two took the shoes from the other mailgirl wondering if these were the pair she'd purchased and then regretted wearing on virtually every occasion she had decided to dress a bit more provocatively. She slipped them over her bare feet -- they would have slid on more easily had she been wearing nylons -- and then balanced uneasily on the 4" heels. They were already pinching her toes. She followed Mistress V over to the wooden frame and reached up her arms so that they could be buckled into the dangling cuffs. Mistress V stepped behind her and proceeded to lash her ass and upper thighs. Twenty-two winced at each stroke and fought to keep her balance trying not to lose a shoe and have her unprotected feet land on the gravel below. Despite the fiery lines across her backside Twenty-two was still alert enough to notice one beefy gentleman calmly eating his meatloaf -- the daily special -- while virtually everyone else in view had put down their utensils to focus on the spectacle before them. Mistress V stepped back in front and pointed to Twenty-three saying, "You, put that down, come here and suck on her right titty." The thin, pale mailgirl gingerly stepped onto the gravel and began to titillate Twently-three's nipple. "Okay, that's enough" and Mistress V proceeded to pull a small metal device out of her pocket and screwed it onto the engorged nub. She screwed it several turns beyond what Twenty-two considered to be necessary -- this was a new torment in Mistress V's arsenal. "Now, the left titty." Twenty-two was leaning back staring at the sky in pain when Mistress V said, "Hang the sign." She jerked her head forward to see and feel Twenty-three loop the end of the chains over the hooks depending from the nipple clamps. Twenty-three gingerly settled the metal rectangle into place, but the downward pull on her nipples needed to be corrected now. Instead Mistress V snapped the end of a longer piece of chain onto the ring at the front of Twenty-two's metal collar and attaching the other end to Twenty-three's collar directed, "Keep an eye on this bad girl and press the panic button on your MMU if she has any problems breathing. And you, keep those legs spread wide." With that Mistress V walked off leaving Twenty-two to her pain. Nearly all of the outdoor diners had their cellphones aimed at the two mailgirls, even Mr Meatloaf. After a while the pain in her nipples subsided to a dull throb unless she shifted and caused the sign to sway. The greater problem were her aching feet, unused to heels after more than a year of going barefoot, and her shoulders stressed by the enforced posture. Twenty-three just remained in knees position in front of the punished mailgirl, looking back over her shoulder to make sure that Twenty-two remained conscious and breathing. The two women barely noticed the ebb and flow of the dining room crowd and the snapping of images by the ubiquitous smartphones. Neither woman noticed Mailgirl Fourteen when she approached some indeterminable time later. She walked up to Twenty-two and said, "Mistress V sent me to release you. Just remain steady." Fourteen reached up and unbuckled the cuffs holding Twenty-two's arms above her head, then detached the sign from the nipple clamps and set it down on the ground. Twenty-two stepped forward off the gravel and crumbled, Fourteen catching her sister mailgirl and lowering her to her knees besides Twenty-three. "You can take off the shoes and report to the locker room. Sorry, but I was specifically instructed not to touch the gag or the nipple clamps." Fourteen dashed off in response to a summons on her MMU and the other two headed for the service stairs. Twenty-two was leaning on the slighter form of a new mailgirl, a sea change from their first meeting. Twenty-two was moving a bit less stiffly as they approached the locker room. They could see Mailgirl Two taking a shower -- something most mailgirls did several times daily as they frequently got hot and bothered because of the physical exertions and the sexual urges brought on by submissively dashing about in the nude -- and more ominously, Mistress V and Ms Barnes waiting just inside the doorway. Ms Barnes greeted them with, "So good of you do join us ladies. That's five demerits apiece for keeping your betters waiting and here we were just making sure that you didn't miss lunch." She pointed down at three metal bowls on the floor, water in the middle and an unappetizing mound of Mailgirl Chow in the other bowls. "Knees." Mistress V reached down and unfastened Twenty-two's gag. "You have ten minutes to eat and then the gag goes back on. Your food bowls will be clean." Twenty-three let the other woman lap from the water bowl first, then both of them leaned in to eat their nutritious meal, hands clasped behind their backs. She got up to refill the water bowl from the tap beside the sinks -- both women were parched and Mailgirl Chow required a lot of liquid to wash it down under the best of circumstances. Mistress V wandered behind the kneeling pair letting her ever present crop trail along their backsides, they knew better than to divert their attention from their meals. With time to spare they straightened up and turned to the side so that they could lick each other's faces clean -- mailgirls were not allowed napkins either. "You both need a shower. You have two minutes." The two women rose and stepped under the shower heads against the back wall rinsing off in the cold water and then drying off with the inadequate scratchy towels hanging by the showers. They returned to stand in front of their supervisors. "Toes." Ms Barnes walked around the two women up on their toes, back arched, staring into space in the prescribed inspection position. . "Another five demerits for Twenty-two." The mailgirl cringed. That brought her perilously close to another thrashing and she didn't know that she could take it, not that she had any choice in the matter. "Feet." They settled down onto the balls of their feet and switched their gaze to the floor. Mistress V handed Twenty-two the gag and told Twenty-three "buckle it firmly." Then Ms Barnes unscrewed the clamp from the mailgirl's left nipple and the onrush of blood and pain to the tortured nub nearly sent the woman to her knees. When Ms Barnes removed the clamp from the right nipple, Twenty-two did sink down in agony. "Make sure that she doesn't slack this afternoon and evening." Ms Barnes pivoted on her stylish heels and strode out of the locker room. Twenty-two was still on her knees gasping when her MMU buzzed to alert her to her next delivery. ***** As she was leaving work late that afternoon Megan stopped by the Mailgirls Locker Room to post a copy of the training plan for the week. She decided to have her sister run Thursday to give her maximum rest after her near collapse on Saturday and scheduled Fourteen and Three at 10 a.m. Wednesday to distract Fourteen from thinking about leaving for college that afternoon. She had already posted the schedule in the Fitness Center and messaged Human Capital and each of the six mailgirls individually. Mailgirls Two and Eleven were showering, probably in preparation for going up to dinner in the Dining Room -- Megan hadn't seen any notice that clients or visitors were being hosted that evening. The Executive Dining Room saw quite a few dinner meetings -- the lure of naked mailgirls as waitresses meant that much wining and dining was done in-house instead of a posh restaurant downtown. Meagan swiped her ID badge at the door into the Mailgirls Lounge figuring she'd check in on Mailgirl Twenty-three. She was there walking easily on the treadmill. "Felicity, how are you doing?" "I'm okay; I just had to kneel in the courtyard for two hours and thirty-seven minutes. How is your sister feeling?" "I haven't seen her today, why do you ask, and what were you doing kneeling in the courtyard?" "Ms Barnes and Mistress V took us to the courtyard where they strung her up and cropped her ass and thighs. Mistress V also hung a sign from your sister's nipples saying 'Do not feed the mailgirls' and left it there for the whole time. She didn't take the nipple clamps off until after we ate our lunch and then sent Twenty-two off to make a delivery. Oh, and she also gagged her and that didn't come off with the clamps." "That sounds thoroughly unpleasant. The clamps are new as far as I know. She did flog my breasts once -- slept on my back for a week. What did she do to you?" "I was chained to your sister with a long enough chain that I could kneel on the grass. She gave your sister a pair of high heels to wear to protect her feet, so she said." "I thought Sam would be disciplined for chatting with Richard -- it's not the first time for her. She appreciates male admiration and has often pushed the line. I'll come in early tomorrow morning and check on her; I can speak to the team about this week's training as well which will give me cover." ***** Samantha had been defensive, defiant when Megan entered the Mailgirls Lounge to check on her. Megan gave up on trying to reach her sister and spoke briefly with the other five, talking to them about the treadmill training. She also asked them to let her know if it seemed as though Mistress V's discipline focused on the runners. Having gotten to SG&T absurdly early she had also arranged to meet Ken Jensen for a morning run. It had taken the best part of of a year, but she was finally able to use the locker room at the fitness center without panicking. They had escaped the parking lot without incident and were running easily on the trails through the parkland when Ken asked, "How did you become a mailgirl?" "I was working for SG&T in Chicago when my boss pitched a move to Washington as a chance to help launch the new regional headquarters. I'm from Iowa and living in Chicago was great for staying close to family, but I bought the opportunity line. So I wound up my affairs, shipped my stuff east and arrived to discover I was being given the opportunity to help launch the Mailgirl Program at SG&T. They promised a substantive financial job and a raise afterwards. The alternative was no job and no reference. Maybe I should have just turned around and gone back to Iowa, but I didn't. "SG&T came through with their promises, I made out great financially, but it left some lasting scars. And then there is my sister. My folks were unhappy with me being a mailgirl; my dad hasn't spoken to me since Samantha signed up." "I don't see mailgirls arriving in the Midwest anytime soon, but I'm surprised that SG&T started with Washington and not San Francisco -- they're practically a standard amenity in the Bay area." "Well, SG&T got a discount on the startup costs as DDE was looking to expand the program into new territories and I think there was a contrarian sentiment on the Board of Directors to see if 'family friendly' politicians would prioritize jobs over morality. Still, there were no mailgirls in the photo ops of the ground breaking and ribbon cutting of the new headquarters." Megan worked hard to stay with the blonde west coast import -- he would have eased back for her, but she felt good that he didn't have to. She arrived at her desk feeling successful and carried that mood throughout the day. She was able to keep an eye on Mailgirls 4 and 15 on the treadmill in an unusually crowded fitness center by tapping into the camera there. No alerts reached her desk concerning the six women under her charge. It was a good day. ***** Megan arrived early on Wednesday, ready to put in a full days work. She was wrapping up one report and was well into the details of a second investigation. Mr Bratz handed her tasks to evaluate a proposal for financing by SG&T or to structure how that financing would work. She most enjoyed projects where she was involved from evaluation all the way through to monitoring the implementation. SG&T had a separate department to manage developments in which the bank had an ownership stake. She watched Mailgirls Twelve and Fourteen do their workout in the fitness center -- it looked less crowded than the previous afternoon. Mailgirl Fourteen got the treadmill up to speed and then just zoned out, looking past Twelve on the machine beside her and the several men whose focus was clearly not the equipment they were using. Elliptical and weight machines were less compelling than the two pairs of bouncing breasts and well toned asses on display. Maria however was contemplating the vision of her catching a train and riding off to a week of freedom. She had left the SG&T campus once before for her week's vacation last November, but she made that trip locked in an over-sized -- well, not for her -- pet crate until released at her destination. Her time had mostly been her own at the resort, but the clothes she wore had been laid out for her, she'd had no money, no phone, and no responsibility. Ms Brooks had told her that her own clothing had been brought out of storage, but hadn't mentioned any of the other necessities, but they had to be provided, didn't they? After nearly two years of just doing what she was told with her freedom limited to a few hours per week in the confines of the Mailgirls Lounge this coming week was going to be surreal. Maria was counting down the minutes until she would get the summons to the loading dock to reemerge into the world. Mistress V had barely changed Fourteen's status to available following her post-workout shower and grooming before her MMU chimed with her next delivery. She'd made nearly a dozen trips crisscrossing the five floors of the SG&T building before she was directed to the Employees Dining Room for lunch. Mailgirls were scheduled in shifts to eat their lunch in either the dining room or the Mailgirls Locker Room so that SG&T's workforce were treated to the sight of a pair of naked women on their knees eating mush out of a bowl -- no utensils or fingers allowed. Maria was looking forward to eating actual food on campus seated at a table and not on display. Just after two p.m. Megan looked up to find Mailgirl Eighteen standing by her desk holding out a leather messenger bag. She quickly tapped Eighteen's MMU to accept delivery and said "Thank you." Thanking mailgirls was completely against protocol, but Megan could get away with it because of her previous service. She opened the bag, curious as to its contents. The was a smartphone in an outside pocket and a sleek laptop in an inside compartment. She drew out an attractive patterned top, a larger bra than what she wore, a lightweight pair of jeans and a pair of flats. Tucked into the left shoe she found a slim wallet. Opening it she found a Texas driver's license for Maria Briggs with a photo of a younger woman wearing a collared shirt and pearls in her ears. There was also a card indicating a name change to Maria Hyland, credit cards and an ATM card for Maria Hyland, a monthly pass for the MARC train, and a thin sheaf of $20 bills. Her workstation chimed to announce a priority message. It was from Mr Fforde and included a pass code for the phone and PINs for the cards with the admonition to record the numbers and securely delete the message. Megan logged into the smartphone and opened up the contacts listing. There were entries for Megan Brooks, Professor Chang, Colin Fforde, Dr Rodriguez, and the SG&T Human Capital and Security Desks. Wondering about Dr Rodriguez, she texted "Maria's phone" to both herself and Lin Chang. Then she settled back to work until it was time to leave to meet Maria at the loading dock at five p.m. With just over an hour to go before she was due on the loading dock Mailgirl Fourteen's MMU chimed with instructions to report to Human Capital. She wondered whether she was being called for a delivery or a lecture about her expected behavior over the coming week. Miss Bradley just motioned Fourteen to go into Ms Barnes' office; Fourteen couldn't decipher the expression on the Admin's face. Ms Barnes was seated behind her desk and Mistress V was standing to the side against the wall. Fourteen had seen Mailgirl Twenty-two strung up in the courtyard on Monday and crossed paths with the gagged woman several times that afternoon -- Ms Barnes had to send her down to the loading dock at five p.m., didn't she? "Mailgirl Fourteen, right on time. It won't save you today though. Just lean over my desk and grab the other side. Now hold that position." Mistress V's paddle crashed across both ass cheeks. "Don't bother counting, you don't want to know." The beating went on for an eternity, then blessedly ceased. "Now, something to remind you of us while you're playing college student." Mistress V's cane cut across the meat of Fourteen's ass. She then laid down five more stripes moving her blows up and down. Fourteen was sure that she would see six perfectly spaced parallel lines when she had a chance to review the damage in a mirror. "Now stand up and go over into that corner. Feet spread, palms flat against the wall above your head, and nose into the corner. You'll stay like that until, say 4:58. It shouldn't take you more than two minutes to get to the loading dock; after all it's all downhill. And if you're late, you'll just have a head start in accumulating demerits on your return. "You can go back to your other charges, Mistress V. I have a switch here in case this girl breaks position." Fourteen groaned inaudibly -- she knew better than to make a sound -- she would never manage an hour in this position. She felt the switch four times while her nose was pressed into the corner; her arms and legs were quivering with fatigue long before her MMU chimed with a new destination and Ms Barnes told her, "Now go, already." Megan pulled in behind the loading dock at 4:55. She was sure that Ms Barnes and Mistress V wouldn't release Maria until 5 p.m. on the dot, but she didn't want to take the slightest chance that the mailgirl would have to wait for her. The messenger bag was sitting on the passenger seat with the pile of clothing beside it. At 4:58 she picked up the clothing and walked up the steps to the door at the end of the dock. She rang the bell, but got no response, so she stood, waiting until the door opened a few minutes later. A sweaty, naked mailgirl emerged with her MMU flashing 'Late'. Megan hastily reached over and acknowledged Fourteen's arrival. Then she looked at the woman noting the dark red color of her buttocks and the thin lines from the cane wrapping around to the side. "First, Samantha on Monday and now you today. I'm complaining to the fifth floor that Ms Bratz is trying to sabotage the running team. This is not right. "Maria, do you want me to drive you to Frederick instead of having you take the train?" "No, I think it will be more comfortable to stand on the train than sit in your car or even kneel on the back seat." Maria got dressed while standing on the loading dock, wincing when she pulled the pants up over her ass. Megan led her down the steps to the car and pointed out the messenger bag and told her about the wallet, the phone, and the monthly commuter pass for the train. Maria spent the short drive to the MARC station trying to put as little weight on her bottom end as she could. The two women stood together until the train pulled into the station. Then Maria leaned over to kiss the younger woman on the cheek and said, "Thank you." She stepped up into the train car and disappeared inside. Megan waited until the train pulled out of the station, then texted Lin Chang that Mailgirl Fourteen was on her way. ***** Megan barely paused at her desk on her march into Human Capital Thursday morning. She didn't even look up to check out the framed display of mailgirl photos and panties on the wall. "I need to speak to Ms Barnes." The admin for the office looked up and said, "I'm sorry, Ms Brooks, but Ms Barnes is taking a personal day today." She looked at her workstation and continued, "It looks like I can fit you in late tomorrow afternoon. Would 5:30 work for you?" Megan started to respond angrily, but decided not to vent to Miss Bradley who neither made or implemented any policy in re mailgirls. "I'll have to get back to you." "Oh, and Mistress V requested that you meet with her this morning. She is in the Mailgirls' Lounge currently." Megan turned around and headed for the stairs. Mailgirls were prohibited from using the elevators unless delivering packages on carts or hand-trucks, but now she just used the stairs out of habit. She made her way down to the Mailgirls Locker Room where she could see Mistress V seated behind her desk The taskmistress stood up as Megan entered "Good, I need to speak to you. Let's go around the corner to my rooms where we can talk in private." Megan meekly followed the older woman out of the locker room stunned that she had spoken in flat mid-Western tones totally at odds with the heavy German accent that Megan had expected. Mistress V swiped her ID card at a nondescript door down the hall and the two women entered a chamber with overflowing bookcases lining three walls. "Call me Helen. I'm Helen Wilhelm from Dayton, Ohio by way of Oberlin and Cal-Berkeley. Ms Barnes has lost it and needs to be stopped." "But, we all thought you were an ex-Mailgirl from Germany." "I was working on my Masters in Medieval German Literature and doing community theater when I hired on part-time with DDE as a research assistant. Barbara Anderson persuaded me to convert to a mailgirl -- I'm sure you remember how that goes -- just before she left. There were no Mailgirl Mistresses at that time, discipline was handled by the suits in Human Capital, but they decided the optics would be better by handing off that part of the job to an in-house dominatrix. I was one of the first graduates of their advanced training program; fluency in German and a drama background were pluses on my resume. "I enjoy my job. I see it as continuing improv theater where I get to torment younger, more attractive, and often more accomplished women -- which I confess makes my juices run. On the other hand my salary is probably less than what you were paid as a mailgirl, even discounting the bonus, and my workweek is if anything longer. Still, I make more than I would in community theater or as a junior faculty member, and my living expenses are close to nil -- mostly just books and the occasional trip home to visit my family." "What does that have to do with Ms Barnes?" "I just wanted to explain where I'm coming from. I believe Ms Barnes feels threatened by you." "I don't want her job, I want to work in finance; I'm good at it, I enjoy it. My current involvement with mailgirls was foisted on me by the fifth floor over my objections." "She was outraged by the memo turning over control of mailgirls to you while in training. Twenty-two and Fourteen were demonstrations that she's still in charge. I'm not going to inflict any punishment that I believe to be dangerous, but that allows a lot of latitude and I can't provoke an open breach with her. My contract allows for conversion to mailgirl status is my work is found unsatisfactory. You need to talk her down or get the fifth floor to step in." ***** Megan finally made it back to her desk frustrated that she was spending ever more time with mailgirls rather than banking business. She preferred the latter and that's where her next promotion and yearly bonus were to be found. Logging into her workstation she discovered that she had a meeting scheduled for five p.m. with Mr Soames and Dr. Rodriguez, no topic indicated. Curious, she picked up the phone and called Mr Soames 'executive assistant,' Tiffany Alvado -- the former Mailgirl Three. "Tiffany, do you know what is to be discussed at my five o'clock with Mr Soames?" "That's Ms Judge, please. You have a meet and greet with Dr Rodriguez; she's a newly appointed member of the Board of Directors. She has meetings scheduled today and tomorrow to brief her on the operations here in Washington. There is no topic listed for your meeting, just a list of attendees, Mr Fforde and you." "That would be about Mailgirl Twenty-three then. Thank you, Ms Judge." Megan sighed, more mailgirls Well, it was time to ping Fforde on what was going on with Twenty-three and her former employers. And it was good that it was getting visibility at the Board level. That should be positive. Next step, call Starnes and then she'd have to keep an eye on her sister and Twelve on the treadmill. Mailgirls. ***** Megan cleared her desk in time for the meeting, she planned to leave afterwards, no matter what. Starnes had promised to raise Ms Barnes treatment of mailgirls to the Fifth Floor, Samantha looked okay on the treadmill -- she'd had plenty of support from the men also 'working out' in the exercise room -- and Fforde had refused to provide any insight into meeting with Dr Rodriguez, except to say that she was an excellent addition to the Board. Tiffany, looking unusually subdued, looked up and said, "Go right in Ms Brooks, they're waiting for you." Megan entered Mr Soames expansive corner office and saw an older black-haired, olive-skinned woman seated at one end of the small conference table; Mr Soames and Mr Fforde were standing. "Our Miss Brooks is here. Colin, if your Mr Rhimes isn't getting anywhere with Mohr Brothers, why don't you sic Peggy on them?" "I don't know that the Board will authorize outside counsel, especially at her rates." "She'll do it pro bono, she enjoys sticking it to abusive men. Now, Johnny, you and Colin go away, I need to talk to Ms Brooks. I'll see you tomorrow, Colin. And Johnny, tell Tiffy to send Mailgirl Ten here." Megan looked on in amazement as the two meek meekly left Soames' own office. The tall, attractive woman stood up and extended her hand to Megan, "I'm glad to meet you, Megan. I'm Dr Rodriguez, aka the elder Maria Hyland, Mailgirl Fourteen's mother." Megan took her hand and Mrs Hyland gestured, "Let's sit down and chat and once we're through with the confidential stuff we can take it down to the coffee shop and watch the floor show." Megan sat down in the indicated chair, next to Mrs Hyland, still warm from Mr Fforde's body heat. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," she stammered. "I need to thank you and Mailgirl Ten for the help you've given my daughter. I'll talk to Professor Chang when I go up for Convocation at Hood this weekend. I'd thank Colin as well, but he has ulterior motives, he's lusted after Maria since they met -- she only had eyes for Frank then. "She was in such a bad way when Colin came to me with this mad scheme to make her a mailgirl. I'd heard of mailgirls, but like any thinking person dismissed it as misogynist nonsense. He said he thought the shock of losing everything would snap her out of her depression. It took him several months to convince me and then it was only because she just kept sinking deeper. The mailgirl cure didn't exactly snap her out of it, it took months, but Colin's reports and what Peggy passed on from Marcy gave me hope." "Peggy? Marcy?" "Peggy Judge was my sorority sister at Wellesley, you probably know her as Mrs Soames. I'm sure you know that Johnny was, and is, fucking Tiffy. Peggy forced him to offer her up as a mailgirl. When Colin proposed his scheme, she offered to put Marcy in place to keep an eye on Maria -- you know Marcy as Mailgirl Eighteen. It was a real sacrifice for Peggy -- she's counting down the days to her reunion next month -- but, she's been a great friend for a long time. "By the by, Johnny says you're doing a fine job for the bank which is a rave review for him when speaking of a woman. He has such an outmoded view of things and an over-inflated view of his own capabilities. As much as I denigrate little Tiffy, there's no doubt that she is the brains in that partnership, her temporary replacement did not half so good a job managing him. I've been telling Peggy for years that she is wasted on him, but she says Johnny is great arm candy and now it would be such a cliché to replace him with a younger model." Tiffany's voice sounded through the intercom, "Mailgirl Ten, Dr Rodriguez." "Send her in, Tiffy." Ten walked in, then stopped upon seeing Megan and an unknown woman seated at Mr Soames' conference table. "Close the door, Ms Wreibel." Mrs Hyland leaned back to the inter-comm and said, "Go home, Tiffy." before switching it back off. Mailgirl Ten had gone reflexively into 'Feet' position, but was clearly stunned by being addressed by name and the unknown woman's brusque dismissal of Mr Soames' executive assistant -- a title that Tiffany Alvado firmly insisted with her former colleagues. "I'm Maria's mother -- Mailgirl Fourteen, that is -- and I called both of you here to thank you for the help you've given her over the past two years. We all despaired of her recovering, and then tough definitely-not-love seems to have brought her back. I've told Megan that I'm going up to Hood to see her this weekend." "Mrs. Hyland, I don't know what to say. It took many months for Maria to open up, to let herself live again. I, we can't take credit for that, she pulled herself back up. We didn't know her story at all for the longest time, we just knew that she was hurting and was shut down. She conformed better than any of the rest of us to what Human Capital demanded from mailgirls; there was no rebellion, no flirting. It took her most of the first year to seek physical comfort from her fellow mailgirls and by that I mean just touching, just being held, not sex. It was so wonderful when she could let the rest of us comfort her." "Ms Wreibel, if there is anything that I can do for you, just let me know." "I may take you up on that next summer when my contract ends. I don't know where I'll be going at that time." "If you want to walk away now, I can make that happen, though I hope you'll stay through the end of the year and the end of Maria's contract." "No, I made a promise to myself that I would help the other women to the best of my ability and I believe that is as a mailgirl." "You can contact me at any time via Mr Fforde. He will pass on anything that you wish him to. Thank you again and now I will let you get back to work. Ms Brooks will escort me down to the lobby for a coffee and some conversation." Megan reached over and tapped Ten's MMU to indicate that she was available again and the former HR staffer left Mr Soames' office. "Shall we go straight down to the lobby coffee shop or would you like a brief tour of all things Mailgirl?" "Why not, lead the way." Megan led the older woman out of the office and past the kneeling mailgirl on the mat by the admin desk at the entrance to the executive suite. Ten was leaning down from her knees lapping water from a steel bowl. "Once a mailgirl has completed her task she finds the nearest mailgirl mat and waits for her next summons. I've heard of companies where mailgirls drink by sucking water through a hollow dildo." They exited into the fifth floor lobby and Megan led the way to the back stairs. "Mailgirls are only authorized to use elevators if whatever they're pushing a hand-truck or cart. Since deliveries are to be completed within a specified time mailgirls get lots of exercise running up and down the stairs -- we've had several broken ankles over the past three years." She led the way down two flights and then into a short hallway. Human Capital is the office that manages the Mailgirl Program. She gestured at the framed displays spaced along the wall. "Those are the panties that each of the twenty-four mailgirls were wearing when they first stripped down. This is traditional décor in Mailgirl Programs. The panties are not returned at the end of your contract." Back to the stairwell and down to the ground floor. Megan led the way into the Employee Dining Room. "This is extremely well patronized at lunch and they do modest supper business as well." She pointed out two mats in the middle of the room, each with two gleaming steel bowls in front of them. "Mailgirls eat here in shifts, on their hands and knees of course, no utensils allowed. Everyone else picks their food up at the counters; mailgirls get served. A dining room staffer pours water into their bowls and then scoops out a can of Mailgirl Chow. It is highly nutritious, but looks and tastes like dog food. There are also mats in the Executive Dining Room on the fifth floor." Megan led the way to the glass wall fronting the interior courtyard. "Those pillars are whipping posts, that X-shaped structure is a Saint Andrew's Cross, and multiple mailgirls can be strung up at the same time from that wooden frame. The schedule of public punishments is available via the Mailgirls App which is available to all employees and selected individuals off-site." The two women left the dining room and turned towards the front of the building. "The Med Center is back behind us, it's staffed during the working day and we have physicians on-call. Comprehensive healthcare is part of each mailgirl's employment contract with the exception of contraception and maternity benefits since sexual relations are not authorized -- mailgirl-mailgirl is ignored if conducted out of view. Oh good, the executive table is available." "Johnny said that he would reserve a table for me. Peggy recommended that I have him do so." "Well then, just take a seat and I'll get your coffee and come back to join you." Megan returned with a latte and a tea to find Dr Rodriguez looking down into the Mailgirl's Lounge. "I'm going to have to go down there and see for myself." "We can tour the lounge and dormitory. Normally those spaces are restricted to Mailgirls, Human Capital, and Security, but I have access currently because of the running team. The walls are mirrored glass so that they can't see out, but they know they are on display." A naked black woman appeared from a corridor down below and entered the lounge. "That's Mailgirl Two, she's a dancer and decided that two years as a mailgirl would fund at least a year in New York trying to break into theater. The two women showering are Mailgirls Three and Fifteen -- they're both members of the running team. The showers are cold water only, of course. Those two are likely looking at an early dinner in the dining room. Those are the only showers and sinks available to mailgirls, toilets are in the dormitory. SG&T presumably decided the ick factor outweighed the humiliation of forcing mailgirls to urinate and defecate in public. Some other mailgirl programs are not so decorous. "The desk belongs to Mistress V, she's the in-house dominatrix that directly supervises the mailgirls and doles out punishments. She has an apartment in the basement and is on-call 24/7." Megan paused to sip her tea, Dr Rodriguez turned to her coffee. "What is a mailgirl's day like?" "The lights go on in the dormitory at 6:30 and the grills over the sleeping niches slide open. Two mailgirls go to the dining hall and bring breakfast down in the freight elevator. Most of the mailgirls eat in the dormitory, simple nutritious food, no sweets, no stimulants. Four to six women, usually, dine on mailgirl chow and water, no utensils, no fingers allowed, in the lounge where they can be seen from here. Mistress V tells off which mailgirls get locker room duty.

Move-In Day bynoreaster20© To say I was nervous would be an understatement. It was my first day of college, and I would be living away from home for the first time. There was no denying that I was excited, but moving out scared me. Honestly, if it were up to me, I probably would've lived at home. My parents' house was only about half an hour away from my university, and I could've commuted back and forth, at least for the first semester. But my parents - my mom especially - really pushed me to put myself out there and live at school. They were probably right. I had grown up in a sheltered suburban neighborhood and had never really ventured far beyond my comfort zone. Going from a local high school to a huge university with literally thousands of students was a step in the right direction. Still, there was a lot I didn't know. Who would my roommate be? Would she be nice? Would she like me? Would I make friends easily? Would I like my professors? The list went on. I woke up early that morning, a little before sunrise. I tossed and turned in hopes of going back to sleep, but my nerves had other plans. I decided to get up so I could finish packing and enjoy one more breakfast at home. I rolled out of bed, walked down the hall, and entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower to let the water warm up and quickly discarded my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror. My freckles complemented the reddish brown hair that fell to my shoulders, and my small B cup boobs stood out from my chest. My small nipples, which were surrounded by moderately sized tan areolas, poked out in the cool morning air. I had heard all the stories about wild blonde college girls with big boobs and tiny waists. That definitely wasn't me. I hoped I'd find a way to blend in anyway. I stretched my arms into the air as I waited for the shower to get warmer. Still looking in the mirror, I took note of the stubble that coated my underarms and reminded myself to shave in the shower. Glancing below my waist, I eyed the tangle of brown hair that covered my mons. No need to shave that now, I thought. It wasn't like anyone would see it except for me, and I didn't feel bold enough to go fully bare below the belt. I ran my fingers through the tufts of pubic hair, almost as if to comb it and make it more presentable. Feeling satisfied with the result, I pulled back the shower curtain and hopped into the shower. After a quick wash of my body, I made sure to shave my underarms and legs until they were silky smooth. I gave myself one final rinse before turning off the water, after which I wrapped myself in a fluffy dark green towel and headed back down the hall toward my bedroom. I couldn't decide what to wear. I dug through my packed bags and eventually settled on a pair of blue shorts with a matching white tank top. The day was supposed to be pretty warm, and I wanted something that would keep my body cool. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties that fully covered my crotch and my bum. I added a white bra and donned the outfit that I had picked out. I set aside a pair of sneakers and some socks. After a quick trip downstairs for a cup of coffee and some cereal, I returned to my room to finish packing. I tossed my pajamas into my suitcase along with a few other pieces of clothing that I had forgotten about. I added a few last-minute toiletries like deodorant and body wash, and I made sure I had enough pads and tampons to last until at least January. I looked around my room for anything I might have forgotten. It was a room full of childhood memories in the form of photos, trophies, and trinkets. Nothing really struck me as essential, but I came across an old photo album on my bookshelf. I pulled it off the shelf and plopped down on my bed. It had been awhile since I cracked it open. A layer of dust coated the surface, and the cover and pages were stiff. I opened the album and thumbed through the pages. There were old family photos and countless pictures of me with Annie, my longtime best friend. After going to school together for over a decade, Annie and I were going our separate ways. She was traveling across the country to go to a liberal arts school near some of her extended family. I was going to the big university in our home state. It would be our first time apart for more than a few days since either of us could remember. I smiled as I reminisced about birthday parties and sleepovers. Annie and I had so many memories together. I had gotten busy so the last couple years were missing, but there was still more than enough to look at. As much as I tried to downplay it, I was going to miss her. "Knock knock," my dad said as he entered my doorway. "Hi, dad," I replied. "Ready to go, sweetie?" he asked. "Yeah, I finished packing this morning. We still have some time, don't we?" "We do. It's only ten o'clock. But I'll start loading your stuff into the car." Time must have gotten away from me. I couldn't believe it was ten o'clock already. Time flies when you're immersed in old memories, I guess. "That's okay," I said. "I can do it." "We can do it together," dad answered. So we did. He grabbed my heavy suitcase, and I grabbed a couple smaller bags. We were able to load the car in three trips, and the last task between me and leaving for college was now complete. "Why don't you double check your room to make sure you aren't forgetting anything?" dad asked. "I'll see if your mother is ready to go. I'm sure she's around here somewhere, though I have no idea what the hell she's been doing all morning." "Sounds good," I said. I headed upstairs and stepped into my bedroom. I looked around my room one last time, smiled, and turned around to go back downstairs. This was going to be the first day of the rest of my life, and it was about time I got on with it. Almost as soon as I got downstairs, my mom hugged me and nearly tackled me to the ground. "Happy first day of college, Sally!" she said, showing no signs of letting go. "Thanks," I said, trying to appear nonchalant despite the nerves that were eating me up inside. "You must be so excited!" she exclaimed. "I am," I said. "Dad and I loaded up the car earlier this morning." "Ready to go, then?" she asked. "Yup," I said. "I think so." We climbed into the car and started off toward the university. Dad was driving, with mom in the passenger seat and me in the backseat. "You're going to love it," mom said. "There'll be so much to see and do, so many clubs, so many interesting people. It'll be hard to find time for it all." "Just make sure you focus on your classes," dad chimed in. "Yes, daddy," I said. "That's my top priority." "Oh goodness no," mom interjected. "Do enough to get your degree, but don't overdo it. It's college. It's your last few years before real life kicks in. Try to enjoy it." "Yes, mom," I said begrudgingly. I saw dad roll his eyes in the rearview mirror. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Before long, we had arrived at school, parked the car, and begun unloading the car. "Guess this is you," dad said as we approached dorm 414 in Hunt Hall. I swung open the door. Apparently my roommate hadn't arrived yet, as the room had only barebones furniture and nothing else. My eyes quickly scanned the room. There were two twin beds on opposite walls, two small desks, a closet, and a couple of dressers. The walls were a dull white, but the view of campus out the window added a bit of excitement to an otherwise plain view. Mom, dad, and I diligently unpacked for about an hour. I unpacked my clothes while mom made my bed for me and dad made some trips back and forth to the car. We hung a few posters and added a few personal touches, but I didn't want to overdo it in case my roommate had different ideas. Dad came back from his last trip to the car just as mom and I finished unpacking. I wasn't looking forward to this part. I didn't feel quite ready for my parents to leave, but I knew it would have to happen eventually, so now was as good a time as ever. "Want us to hang around until your roommate shows up?" dad asked. "No, that's okay," I said casually. "Who knows when she'll be here. Besides, there's not much left to do here anyway." "Are you sure, Sally?" dad asked. "Of course she's sure, Marty," mom chimed in. "Aren't you, honey?" "Yes, mom," I said. "See?" mom added. "Let's get out of here and let Sally kick off her college experience." "If you say so, dear," said dad. He too was trying to play it cool but his efforts did little to hide his reluctance to leave his only daughter just yet. "Make sure you study hard and don't do anything too crazy," dad continued. "If you need anything, we're just a phone call away." "Thanks, daddy," I said. I wrapped my arms around him for one final hug. "Don't listen to him," mom interjected. "Study hard and all that, but make sure you have some fun, too. I remember my college days. They were some of the best days of my life. The parts I remember were, at least." She chuckled to herself as she tacitly reminisced. "I'll have fun, too," I said back. I leaned in for a quick hug with mom. As we embraced, she whispered in my ear, "I left you a little gift under your pillow. Don't tell your father." She winked as we pulled apart. Then, just like that, they both headed off to the car, leaving me on my own to make my way in the world. Naturally, I was curious about mom's gift, so I made my way over to my bed to take a look. Under my pillow was a pink cylindrical object along with a note. Oh God, I thought. She didn't. She couldn't have. I glanced at the note. "Thought this might be a fun little going away present for you. I don't think I need to tell you where it goes. Make sure you turn it on so it vibrates too. XOXO, Mom." Did my own mother really get me - I could barely bring myself to say it - a sex toy? She was just too much sometimes. I had never used a toy before. On the rare occasion that I did touch myself, I just used my fingers but could never get over the edge, so to speak. I hadn't been with a guy before either, not in that way anyway. Maybe this dildo, or whatever it's called, would help me out. "Hi there," a girl's voice blurted out. Startled, I shoved the toy back under my pillow and whirled around. "Hi," I said. "Are you my roommate?" "I sure am," she said. "My name's Savannah. What's yours?" "Sally," I replied. "It's nice to meet you." "Same here," she answered with a smile. "I love what you've done with the place." "Thanks," I said, smiling back. "I didn't want to overdo it before you got here, but I tried to put out a few things to make it feel like home." "Well it looks great," she said. She had an infectious enthusiasm about her that really put me at ease. Savannah was a pretty girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. She was about my height, somewhere just over five feet, and had perky round boobs that protruded from her thin figure. Savannah had on a yellow sundress and some fashionable sandals that undoubtedly completed the outfit yet somehow seemed unfit for the hustle and bustle of moving. A pair of designer sunglasses rested atop her head. Savannah's parents came into the dorm shortly after that. They brought in countless outfits, some furniture, and decorative lights. It almost felt like I was in the middle of a home makeover show. Everything seemed so refined and classy, but Savannah was careful not to overstep and encroach on my decoration so far. "Well, I think I can take it from here," Savannah said to her parents. "Everything's here. Now I just need to decorate. You guys don't need to stick around for that. Sally and I can figure out how we want to finish the room." "Are you sure, darling?" her mom asked. "It's not any trouble for us to stay." "No, no," Savannah responded. "That's alright. We can manage just fine." She gave each of her parents a kiss on the cheek and sent them on their way. With that, it was just the two of us. "So, I'm thinking we hang these lights around the room," Savannah said as she pointed to some Christmas-type decorative white lights. "What do you think, Sally?" "Sounds great, Savannah," I said. "Need a hand?" "Yeah, why don't you grab that chair and hold it steady?" she suggested. "I'll get up there and start hanging the lights a little at a time." "Perfect," I answered. I pulled the generic university-provided desk chair toward one end of the room and gathered some of the lights. Savannah took the lights from me and climbed up on the chair. I stood behind her holding the chair steady. From where I was standing, I could see right up Savannah's sundress. She had on some barely-there light purple undies that did little to cover her butt. I knew I shouldn't look, but I couldn't make my eyes look away. Her cheeks were almost perfectly round with visible tan lines. I envied her body. She would have no trouble finding guys in college, I thought. She had to know she was on display. How could she not? She volunteered to stand on a chair in a pretty short sundress. What did she think would happen? Then again, maybe she wanted to show off her body. It was hard to tell since I didn't know her, but no matter what her motivation, it was a pretty bold move considering she was meeting her roommate for the first time. "So are you from around here?" Savannah asked as she went about hanging up the lights. "Yeah, my parents live about half an hour away. How about yourself?" "Well we used to live closer when I was younger, but we moved to the city maybe five years ago when my dad was promoted to CEO of his company. So my parents are a couple hours away now." "Oh wow," I said. "Yeah," she answered. "I've wanted to go to school here since I was a girl, though. Ever since we moved, I've been dying to come back to the area. And now here we are: freshman roomies! Hand me some more of those lights, would you?" "Sure thing, Savannah," I said. I handed her another string of lights and some hooks. We carried on like that for a while, chatting about our families, our interests, and so on. All the while, Savannah continued to sway back and forth while on the chair, leaving her butt fully visible under her dress. I'm not into girls or anything - at least I don't think I am - but I'll admit it was hard to look away. We moved on to a few other interior design choices and decided to wrap up for the day. I sat down on my bed, and Savannah plopped down onto her bed on the opposite wall, facing me. As she did, she paid little attention to the billowing of her sundress and the way her legs spread apart. I caught yet another glimpse of her purple panties, this time from the front. Savannah must have caught me looking, as she made a theatrically half-hearted attempt to cover herself. "Oops," she said. "Must've forgotten I was wearing a dress." She winked at me. I had no idea what was going on. Living on my own for the first time after a relatively sheltered life, I didn't know what to expect. Hard as it was to believe, maybe this was normal. "Don't worry about it," I said. "Oh, I'm not worried, Sally," she replied. "We're roommates. I'm sure we're going to be seeing lots of each other in ways that other people don't. I'm not shy. I hope you aren't either." She winked again. I tried to smile politely but didn't exactly know how to respond. We chatted a little more, and Savannah occasionally flashed her panties as she fidgeted on her bed. It was almost like she was trying to tease me - or torment me. After some more chatter, we agreed to go to the dining hall together for dinner. We swiped our university ID cards and worked our way through the buffet. With full plates and empty stomachs, we selected a booth by the window. A few minutes later, some older guys stopped by our table. "What's up, ladies?" one of them said. "Oh, just enjoying our first gourmet college dinner," Savannah replied. "Well, if you're looking for something to do tonight before freshman orientation starts tomorrow, some friends of ours are having a party. If you're interested, that is." "Definitely interested. Where is it?" "One of the apartments off campus. 379 Adams Street." "Cool," Savannah said casually. Will you be there?" "Yeah," the guy said. "I'm Steve by the way." "I'm Savannah," she responded. "And that's Sally." "Hi," I said somewhat awkwardly. Savannah was clearly running the show, but I felt like I should say something. "Savannah, why don't you let me get your number for later?" Steve proceeded. He was obviously more interested in her than he was in me, not that I minded. Savannah added herself to his phone, sent herself a text, and said we'd see them later. The boys went on their way, leaving Savannah and me to ourselves. "Guess we've got plans for tonight then, huh?" Savannah said to me. "Yeah," I said. "Sounds like fun." "Glad to hear you say that," Savannah continued. "I wasn't sure if you had other plans yet, so I just sort of rolled with it. Besides, orientation doesn't start until tomorrow morning, so we might as well have some fun tonight, right?" "Yup," I said. "And that Steve guy seems to like you. He was cute!" Savannah blushed. "You think so? I don't know, Sal - can I call you Sal? Or do you prefer Sally?" "Sal is good with me. But he asked for your number! He must like you." "Maybe. Or he could be just another upperclassman looking to score. Guess we'll find out. Come on. Let's head back to the room to get ready." It was a short walk back to our dorm, but my mind was racing the whole time. I was expecting to settle in and get a good night's sleep tonight, not go running off to some off-campus party. But this is what college was supposed to be about, I guess. It would be good to get out of my comfort zone. Besides, if it really wasn't fun, I could just leave after a little while. We climbed the stairs to our floor, said hello to a few other girls that we passed, and got back to our room where the last few rays of sunlight shone through the window. "What to wear, what to wear?" Savannah muttered rhetorically. She rifled through her clothes in the closet and chose a couple of outfits. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think both look good," I said. "Not helpful," she said back playfully. "But I think I'll go with this." She picked a pair of tight white jeans and a low-cut pink top. "Looks great," I said. "Now what about you, Sal?" "I don't know. I'll just wear some jeans and a polo shirt or something." "A polo shirt? No no, Sal. Here, what about this?" She offered me a sleeveless white shirt that would show a little skin but nowhere near as much as the top she selected for herself. "That's nice of you, Savannah, but you don't have to let me borrow your clothes. I'm sure I have something." "I insist, Sal. Try it on and see if you like it." "Okay," I said, grabbing the shirt and a pair of jeans. "I'll go change in the bathroom and be right back." "The bathroom?" Savannah said, puzzled. "Why?" "Well, I, uh..." I stammered. "You can change in here, Sal," Savannah said. "Like I said earlier, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. Might as well start now. If it helps, I'll turn around, and you can let me know when you're done, okay?" Savannah spun around and began digging through her shoes. It was nice of her to accommodate my uneasiness. Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. After kicking off my shoes, I pulled my tank top over my head and unbuttoned my shorts, which fell to the ground. I stood there in my bra and panties, just a few feet away from a girl I met only a few hours earlier. I hadn't really thought about some of these parts of life with a roommate, but I just had to embrace it. I stepped out of my shorts and into my jeans, pulling them up past my butt. I zipped and buttoned the jeans then moved on to the shirt Savannah gave me. I pulled it over my head. My boobs weren't as big as hers, so it was a little looser than it would've been on her, but I thought it fit comfortably. "What do you think?" I said. Savannah whirled back around. "You look great!" she said, smiling. Her smile put me at ease. "Thanks," I said bashfully. "Not just for saying that but for the shirt, too." "Don't mention it, Sal," she said. "That's what roomies are for." Savannah turned back toward her shoes and, with her back toward me, lifted her sundress up and over her head. I got a fuller look at the round bum and light purple panties I caught glimpses of earlier in the day. Savannah didn't seem to care how much I saw. I felt like I should look away, and I tried to - really, I did. But there was just something so exhilarating about her. It was like her body drew my eyes toward her. Leaving her bra on, she pulled the pink top over her head. She was about to put on her jeans but, after thinking about it for a minute, turned back around where I was staring back at her. "Oh hey," she said, smiling. "Don't mind me." She rummaged through one of her dresser drawers and pulled out a white thong. "Can't have panty lines," she said. "These jeans are too tight for that." Savannah laughed to herself. I hoped to be as confident as she was someday. She turned back around, not at all trying to hide herself from view but instead just looking for her pants, which she found in short order. She tugged down her light purple undies and tossed them aside, leaving her exposed butt on display. At this point, I didn't know if she just liked showing off her body or if this was normal for roommates. Honestly, I didn't care. Savannah was, dare I say it, sexy. Her body was breathtaking, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find her attractive. Savannah pulled up her thong, followed by her nearly skin-tight white jeans. She turned around and, without missing a beat, asked how she looked. "You look great," I said. I meant it. "Thanks, Sal," she answered. "I think it's time to kick the night off right, don't you?" Savannah turned on some music and continued getting ready. "Want a drink?" she asked a few minutes later. "My parents gave me some wine. Or we could do a shot if that's your thing." "Sure," I said, not wanting to put a damper on things. "Which?" she asked. "Up to you," I answered. "How about some wine now then maybe a shot before we leave?" She didn't wait for me to respond, as she poured some white wine into two red plastic cups. We clinked our plastic cups together. "Cheers, Sal," Savannah said. "Cheers," I echoed. We went on getting ready. Savannah did her hair and makeup. I did, too, but nowhere near the extent to which she did. "Can you be honest with me about something?" Savannah asked when she finished getting ready. "Sure," I said. "What's up?" "How's my cameltoe situation?" she asked, gesturing toward her crotch. "Sorry, what?" I said. "I mean, can you see one?" "Uh, no I can't. You're good." "Thanks, Sal," she said. "These pants are tight. I just wanted to be sure. So, are you ready to go?" "Yeah," I answered. "I'm ready whenever you are." "Okay, we can leave in a few. How about that shot?" "Sure." Savannah poured two shots of vodka into a pair of decorative shot glasses. "To a fun night," she said, bumping her glass against mine and tossing it back. I followed suit. We grabbed our phones and left our dorm. "Do you know how to get there?" I asked. "Yeah, I looked it up," she answered. "It's not far. It should only be about a ten-minute walk from here." There were a lot of people out and about. For the upperclassmen, it was the first night of getting back into the swing of things. For the freshmen like Savannah and me, it was our first night of college partying. I wondered where everyone else was going. Maybe they were all going to the same party we were. I had no idea what to expect. We arrived at the address soon enough. A bunch of big, athletic-looking guys stood outside the entrance to the building. "Hey there," Savannah said. "What's good?" one of the guys at the door said. "We're here for the party," she said. "We're with Steve." "Hmmm, Steve?" the guy continued. "I don't know anyone named Steve. Are you freshmen?" "Yeah, why?" she responded. "You want me to flash you or something?" "Would you do it?" he asked. "If it'll get us into the party, then yeah," Savannah replied boldly. "What about-" he continued, until Savannah cut him off. "I'm not touching you," she answered. "That's where I draw the line." "I'll tell you what, then," he said. "If your friend here licks your pussy, I'll let y'all inside." He gestured toward me as he said it. I was shocked. Was this some kind of freshman hazing or something? And why was Savannah playing along? It was almost like she was enjoying this. I didn't have much time to think about it before Savannah jumped in. "You don't have to do that, Sal," she said. "Don't worry." "I guess we don't have a deal then," the guy said back. "What about him?" Savannah asked, pointing toward a skinny guy with glasses walking by on the opposite side of the street. "What if I get him to do it? Then will you let us in?" The guys looked at themselves and nodded. "Yeah," one of them answered. "Go for it." "Savannah, you don't have to do this," I tried to interject. "We can go somewhere else." "Don't worry, Sal," she said. "It's not a big deal. These guys want a show, and I'm going to give it to them." She winked at me in the same way she had a few times that day. "Hey, you!" she shouted toward the guy across the street. He stopped and looked at us. "Come over here." To my surprise, he complied and trotted over. He was a thin guy with dark, curly hair and round glasses. His plaid shirt and khakis weren't exactly high fashion, but the look suited him. "What's your name?" Savannah asked him. "Tommy," he answered. "What's yours?" "Savannah," she replied. "It's nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too," he answered. "What's this about?" "Listen, these guys won't let us into the party unless you eat me out," she said. Talk about being direct. She wasn't wasting any time beating around the bush. "So can you do that for me?" Savannah asked. "I, uh, sure," Tommy replied. "Have you ever eaten a girl out before?" she asked him, more softly this time. "Well..." he began. He didn't get a chance to say more. "Well, get ready, Tommy," she interjected. You're going to see my twat in a second." I was surprised that someone so sweet and sophisticated would use a phrase like that. Then again, what was she supposed to say instead? You're going to see my vulva? That didn't really fit either. Savannah unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She tugged her jeans downward, taking her thong with them, until they were at her knees. Her sex was fully exposed for all to see. Savannah had no pubic hair to speak of, leaving her mons bare. The upperclassmen and I looked on in amazement. I couldn't believe she was doing this. Apparently, neither could they. "What're you waiting for, Tommy?" she said. "Go ahead." Tommy closed his eyes and moved his head toward Savannah's crotch. After a few inexpert licks, Savannah grabbed him by his curly hair and removed him from the crux of her legs. "How's that?" she asked the upperclassmen as she pulled up her jeans and buttoned them. "Satisfied?" "Yup," one of them said. "Come on in. The party's down in the basement." Savannah smiled and looked back at Tommy. "Thanks, Tommy," she said and kissed him on the cheek. "My hero." Savannah grabbed him by the hand and pulled him toward the door. I followed behind them. We descended some wooden stairs into a packed basement with loud music. There must have been a couple hundred people in there. "Let's get a drink," Savannah said, pointing toward a keg in the corner of the room. The three of us weaved our way through the crowd, and Tommy began filling three cups with unappetizing foamy beer. "What was that?" I asked Savannah. "What was what?" she replied. "Outside, I mean..." my voice trailed off. "Oh that?" Savannah said. "That was nothing. Some of these older guys just like to screw with people. The best way to get what you want is to beat them at their own game, so I grabbed Tommy here and that was that. I wasn't going to let them pressure you into anything, but it didn't bother me in the least. Honestly, it was kind of fun." Tommy handed each of us a cup of foamy beer. "Cheers, guys," Savannah said as she raised her cup. We clinked our plastic cups together as the music thumped around us. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened outside. It was nice of Savannah not to pressure me into joining her little exhibition, but deep down, I was kind of jealous of Tommy. Maybe it was that shot of vodka getting to me, but I couldn't get Savannah out of my head. There was something so alluring about her, something so enthralling that just drew me to her. But it was Tommy that got to taste her, not me. Maybe it was for the best. We were roommates, after all. I didn't want to make things weird between us or anything. "Sally!" Savannah said. "Huh?" I replied. "Tommy was asking you a question," she answered. I must have tuned out the conversation - if you could tune anything out with this music blaring - as my mind wandered. "Oh," I said. "Sorry about that. It's hard to hear in here." "No problem," Tommy said. He smiled warmly, putting me at ease. "I was just asking where you're from." "Not too far from here," I said. "I grew up about half an hour away." "Neat," he answered. "So this must be like going to school in your backyard." "Something like that," I replied. The three of us got to talking, though it was more like shouting because of the music. Tommy was a freshman like us. He was walking to meet up with some friends when Savannah called him over, and the rest was history. We talked about the upcoming year, our interests, and a number of other things until Savannah interrupted. "I love this song!" she said. "Come on, Tommy. Want to dance with me?" Not waiting for a reply, she took his hand and pulled him toward the middle of the crowd. I watched as she turned around and began grinding up against him while the music pounded on. Tommy just sort of let her do her thing and soaked it all in. I guess I'm on my own now, I thought to myself. I looked around to see if I could work my way into a big group so I wouldn't have to stand awkwardly by myself. Before I got a chance, I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder. "It's Sally, right?" a voice said. I spun around. It was Steve. "Oh, hi Steve," I said. "Good to see you again." "Same here," he answered. "You're not here by yourself are you?" "No," I replied. "Sally's around here somewhere." "Ah, okay. I texted her a couple times, but she never answered me." "Well, things have been pretty crazy since we got here. She probably didn't see your texts." "Crazy? What do you mean?" "Oh, I just mean it's been really loud in here," I said, trying to backtrack and avoid telling Steve about Savannah's show outside. "And there's so many people in here that you can barely move. She probably didn't notice the texts, that's all." "Oh, okay," he said. "But she's around here somewhere?" "Yeah, I think she's in the crowd over there. I kind of lost track." "That's okay. I'll catch up with her eventually." Steve and I chatted for a while. He was a junior and a finance major. Apparently the guys outside were some people on the rugby team that he had met a couple of times but otherwise didn't really know. In a way, I was relieved to know that he didn't orchestrate what had happened out there. "So you're from New York?" I asked, picking up on a comment he made about spending the summer at an investment bank in the city. "Yeah," he answered. "My family's from upstate New York, but I worked in Manhattan over the summer." "Oh, that's cool," I said. "I've never been." "Never been to New York?" he asked. He sounded surprised. "Yeah," I said, a little bit embarrassed. My whole family lived in the south, so I never really had a reason to venture up north. "Well, why don't you give me your number?" Steve continued, not missing a beat. "Then you can text me if you ever find yourself in the city." "Sure," I said, smiling. Steve was a nice guy. I knew he was more interested in Savannah earlier, but he was still really friendly and easy to talk to. Besides, Savannah seemed preoccupied with Tommy anyway. I added my number to Steve's phone and handed it back to him. We talked for a little bit longer, and he introduced me to some of his friends. Just as Steve briefly left to get a drink, Savannah and Tommy emerged from the crowd and, seeing me in a larger circle of people, came over to join me. "Hey, guys," I said. "Hey, Sal," Savannah answered. "Want to introduce us to your friends?" After a short round of introductions, Steve returned to the circle. "Hi, Savannah," Steve said. "Glad you could make it." "Hey, Steve," she replied. "Me, too. This is Tommy by the way." Tommy extended his hand, and he and Steve exchanged hellos as they shook hands. I noticed that Tommy's other hand held Savannah's. Steve noticed, too. He looked a little disappointed but hid it well. A bit of awkward small talk followed. "Steve, is there a bathroom here somewhere?" I asked. "Unfortunately not," Steve answered. "People usually just go outside behind the building." "That's okay," I said. "No problem." "Come on," Savannah said to me. "I'll go with you." Letting go of Tommy, she grabbed my hand and whisked me upstairs. We stepped outside into the evening air. It was much cooler outside than it was in the crowded basement, providing a welcome break from the party. We walked around the building until we reached the back. "Fun party, right?" Savannah asked rhetorically as she undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. She squatted with her back against the wall and pulled her pants and thong forward with her hand. The next thing I heard was the sound of splashing on the pavement. I could vaguely make out a steady stream from the corner of my eye but politely maintained eye contact with my roommate as she talked. "Yeah, definitely," I said. "It seems like you and Tommy are enjoying yourselves." "Yeah, he's a lot of fun," Savannah answered. "He's a good kisser too." She winked at me as she shook herself dry and pulled up her pants. "That's great," I said. "I talked to Steve for a little while. I didn't mention anything about Tommy. I figured you wouldn't want him to know." "That's fine," she said. "You could've said whatever you wanted. He's not my boyfriend or anything. I only talked to him for two minutes earlier tonight. Besides, there are plenty more college nights if I want to see him again. I doubt one night with Tommy would push him away." "That's true," I responded. I wasn't going to bring up how I gave him my number. "Aren't you going to pee?" Savannah asked. "That's why we came out here, isn't it?" "No, that's okay. I'll just go when I get back to our dorm." "Are you sure? It might be a while." "Actually, I think I might head back now. It's getting kind of late, and I was up early today so I'm tired. Can you say bye to Steve for me and let him know I went back to our dorm?" "I sure can. Do you want me to walk you back? I can walk with you and be back at the party in no time." "No, that's alright. I'll be okay. It's a short walk and most of it is on campus anyway." "If you're sure." "I am. You'd better get back to Tommy. I'll see you back in the room. Have fun, and text me if you need anything." "Thanks, Sal. I'll try not to wake you. See you bright and early in the morning when we wake up for orientation." She smiled, turned around, and headed back into the party. I began my walk back to the dorm. I hadn't gotten far when I heard a voice from behind me. It was Steve. "Wait up!" he called. He jogged to catch up to me as I slowed my pace. "I figured you could use someone to walk you back." "That's okay," I said. "I can manage." "I insist," he continued. He put his hand on my lower back and walked beside me. We chatted casually as we walked. He told me about another party that he was throwing the next night at his place. It was going to be much smaller. He asked if Savannah and I would come by. I said I'd talk to Savannah about it in the morning. Soon enough, we were outside the doors to my building. "I guess this is goodnight, then," Steve said. "Unless you need to be escorted up to your room?" "I think I'm all set," I answered, completely oblivious to the implication of his question. "No problem," he said. "Goodnight then." He bent down and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, umm, goodnight," I blurted out. I felt my face get warm from blushing. I spun around, tapped my ID, and scurried upstairs to my room. Only once I got upstairs did the point of his comment hit me. I could've had more than a kiss. I wasn't sure I even wanted that, but I felt dumb for not realizing it. I quickly changed out of my evening clothes, took off my bra, and put on shorts and a loose t-shirt. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed down the hall to the bathroom. After a quick pee, I brushed my teeth and washed my hands and face. I returned to my room and plugged in the lights Savannah had hung earlier that day so she wouldn't be in total darkness when she got back. I plugged in my phone, climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. The next thing I knew, the door swung open and I heard Savannah giggling. I was going to sit up and ask how her night was until I heard a second voice. "Are you sure she won't mind?" the voice said. It sounded like Tommy. "Nah, she's cool," Savannah's voice responded. "Besides, I texted her to ask if it was okay, and she never answered. I'm sure she's already sound asleep." I kept my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. I didn't know how I felt about the whole thing, but I wanted to be a good roommate. Maybe someday I'd even need Savannah to return the favor. I heard the door close. There was a short moment of silence. I waited and wondered what would happen next. They started kissing. The sounds of their lips meeting and their tongues tangoing filled the room. I heard zippers dropping and clothes being removed. More kissing and heavy breathing followed. I didn't dare open my eyes. I didn't want them to think I was watching. I heard them climb onto Savannah's bed. They rustled around, probably trying to get comfortable. "Do you want to eat me out again, Tommy?" Savannah whispered. "Mhmm," Tommy said. There was more rustling that gave way to a long moan from Savannah. "Oooh," she moaned. "Yes, right there, Tommy. Yes, yes, yes..." her voice trailed off. Did I dare to open my eyes for one little peek? Tommy's face would be between her legs, and I doubt Savannah would be looking over at me as Tommy pleasured her. I agonized over it for a bit longer as Tommy's sucking and slurping sounds continued on. I decided to look. I opened my right eye, ever so slightly, to watch what was happening. They weren't looking toward me. The room was dimly lit, and I realized my bed was in the shadows anyway. I let my eyes open wide to take it all in. Savannah was completely naked. She rested on her back, legs spread apart, hands running through Tommy's curly hair. Her round boobs moved freely as her body responded to Tommy's licks. I couldn't make out all the details, but I could see her hard nipples protrude from her fleshy spheres. I couldn't see below her flat, stretched-out tummy since Tommy's head was in the way. For his part, Tommy had buried his face in Savannah's crotch. He worked diligently, pausing every so often for a breath of air. He was on all fours, causing his semi-erect penis to dangle downward. I didn't have anything to compare it to, but it seemed pretty big. After some heavy breathing and a series of long moans, Savannah switched places with Tommy and pushed him onto his back. I watched as she gently stroked him to full hardness, eliciting a couple of soft groans from Tommy. She took him in her mouth. Savannah's head bobbed up and down along Tommy's length, her long blonde hair occasionally blocking my view. I wondered what a guy tasted like, never having taken one in my mouth before. Maybe one day I would find out. For now, I just let the show unfold in front of me. "Do you want more, Tommy?" Savannah asked after a few dramatically long licks. "Uh huh," he answered, evidently unable to form a complete sentence. "You'll have to ask me for it," she said. It was almost like she was toying with him. "I want to..." he started. "Say it," she answered. "I want to have sex with you," Tommy replied. "I thought you'd never ask," Savannah said, smiling. "Do you have a condom?" "Uh..." Tommy's habit of incomplete sentences continued. "It's okay. I have a few. Let me grab one." She jumped off the bed and rummaged through one of her dresser drawers. I took in the unobstructed view of her pale white butt against her otherwise tan skin. Savannah climbed back onto her bed, tore the wrapper, and pulled out the condom. She placed it atop Tommy's enlarged penis, rolling it down his shaft. She licked her fingers, rubbed them along her crotch, then mounted Tommy who remained on his back. She let out a long "ahhh" as she slid down his length. I watched as she expertly rocked her hips back and forth. Tommy put his hands on Savannah's boobs, pinching each of her nipples in turn. Savannah let out a soft sound as he did. Almost subconsciously, I slid my hand down into my shorts. My panties were damp with moisture. I slipped my hand inside my undies, down past the tufts of curly hair. I began rubbing myself with small gentle circles, careful not to make any noise or visible movements. Savannah kept riding Tommy, picking up the pace every so often before she slowed down again. She obviously knew what she was doing. I moved my hand further down and slipped a finger inside myself. It was warm and wet. Watching Savannah have sex must have turned me on. I pushed deeper inside and added a second finger. My lips responded by gripping my fingers more firmly. Then I remembered the sex toy from mom. I didn't remember moving it, so it must've been under my pillows. I couldn't reach for it now and risk making a lot of noise. I'd have to wait for the right moment. Soon enough, it came. Savannah said something inaudible to Tommy. They began to switch places, putting Savannah on her back and Tommy on top of her. I took my chance, quietly but swiftly reaching for the toy. I quickly pulled my hand back under the covers along with the dildo. I positioned the dildo at my entrance and pushed it inside. It took everything in my power not to moan at that moment. I moved it in and out, taking in the sensation of fullness as I did. So this is what it feels like to have a guy inside of you, I thought. Tommy continued to thrust in and out of Savannah. He grunted every so often, as if some sort of primal urge had overcome him. I wondered what Savannah was feeling at that moment. I matched the tempo of my dildo with the thrusts of Tommy's penis. It was like Savannah and I were being penetrated simultaneously. In a strange way, I felt connected to her in that moment. Tommy's balls slapped against Savannah's bum. His grunts were faster now, and his pace quickened. Savannah's moaning got louder, too. They no longer seemed to care who heard them. "Oh yes, Tommy," Savannah moaned. "Oh that feels so good. Don't stop..." Tommy bent his head down to take one of Savannah's nipples into his mouth. I used my other hand to squeeze one of my own nipples, sending shockwaves through my body. "Savannah, I'm going to..." Tommy began. "Yeah?" Savannah answered. "What're you going to do, Tommy?" "No really," he said, his breaths getting shorter. "I'm not sure how much longer I can..." "Go ahead then," she said. "Finish it, Tommy. Come deep inside my tight little twat. Can you do that for me, Tommy?" Hearing Savannah's voice pushing Tommy toward orgasm sent me over the edge. My insides spasmed and tightened around the dildo. Unable to stay silent any longer, I moaned. It wasn't long or loud, but it was there. I tried to play it off as a yawn. Tommy didn't even seem to notice as he moved toward his own climax. But Savannah did. Her head turned toward me. Without saying a word, the corners of her mouth turned upward, and she winked at me. Turning her attention back to Tommy, she proceeded to bring him across the finish line. "Come on, Tommy," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Tommy did just that. He penetrated her with rapid thrusts, groaning as he did. "Yes, Tommy," Savannah moaned as she arched her back. "Do it faster. Fuck me like you mean it. Make me come, too. Mmmm." Tommy pumped as fast as he could. Then it happened. His body erupted into a forceful orgasm. "Ahhh, I'm coming," he moaned. His body shook as he made one final push inside Savannah. "Ohhhh fuck yes," Savannah moaned. "Oh fuck, I'm coming too. Ohhhhh..." With their sexual adventure ending, I closed my eyes and tried to look like I was sound asleep. I'm not sure what happened after that. I heard some rustling of bedsheets, someone getting off the bed, and a few inaudible whispers. In the afterglow of my own climax, I drifted off to sleep. After what felt like only a few minutes, I woke early as the sunrise came through the window. I looked over at Savannah's bed. Tommy must have departed at some point since he was nowhere to be found. Savannah was sprawled out on top of her sheets. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on her body. I smiled as my eyes soaked up the view of her naked body basking in the morning sunlight. It wasn't the move-in day I expected, but I have to say my first day of college was a success. Freshman orientation was bound to be boring, but with Savannah as my roommate, my first year here would surely be anything but.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 29: Friday Madison looked up at Aaron and he was smiling. His chest was impressive and there was no hair on it, his arms looked even bigger without a shirt. She felt him between her legs and then she felt him push gently. Her young pussy opened for him, and she felt his cock start to slide inside her. She took a deep breath and then she noticed movement. Katie was on her left and Alex was on her right. They each took one of her hands and held them as Aaron slid his huge black cock deeper into her little body. Madison whimpered as the monster cock continued to open her up. She looked up and now Jordan was smiling down at her. Jordan moved closer and then kissed her gently. She felt a warmth move through her body and then she felt something soft and warm on her breasts. She looked and Katie and Alex were each kissing and sucking on one of her nipples. Jordan leaned over and she saw Jordan’s boobs hanging over her face. They were big and firm, and she wanted to kiss them. Jordan moved her face down and started to kiss her hard. She felt her tongue shoot into her mouth and her hands on the sides of her head. Madison groaned into Jordan’s mouth as she felt Aaron sink completely inside. His entire cock was in her body. She tried to imagine what this must look like. She heard a buzzing noise and thought it was coming from outside. What could be buzzing so loud outside? Madison opened her eyes, and she was in her bedroom, her sheets were off, and her legs were spread wide open. She looked around and she was by herself. She closed her eyes and tried to pull the dream back. She felt sadness when she realized it was not real. It felt so real. She sat up and realized she was wet with sweat. Her hair was pasted to her face. She slid her legs off the side of the bed and tried to get her bearings. That was quite a dream. She reached down and touched her panties to make sure they were not full of stuff. No, dry and clean, damn. She walked slowly into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She looked a little ragged this morning, well, that dream was intense, and her body sort of felt like it had really happened. She did realize she would be a lot sorer if Aaron had truly had sex with her. She smiled when she thought of his face looking down at her. It wasn’t real but the memory of the dream would work until she could break him down and have him put his cock in her for real. She stripped off her shirt and panties and stepped into the warm shower. Alex woke up and felt Aaron’s body against her back. His arm was over her and holding her breast. This was nice. She loved the feel of his skin on hers and it felt good to be in his arms. She felt safe and protected. She also felt a little sore, they had a lot of sex yesterday. They would have to tone that down a little or she would end up walking funny permanently. She glanced at the clock and saw she had 10 more minutes before she had to get up. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Barry Jones was watching his screen, worried about his relationship with Madison. He chuckled at the irony; his concern did not stop him from watching her get dressed. She walked in the room in her towel, what was it about girls in towels that was so hot. He remembered when she was in a towel in his house, God, he wished he had footage of that day. He saw her drop the towel and her firm little ass filled his screen. It was remarkable, so firm and full but toned and looked perfect on top of her strong legs. He saw her bend over to open a lower drawer and he almost fell off his chair. He caught a short glimpse of her pussy as she bent over. He wiped his forehead and tried to breathe deep. Madison pulled out her jean skirt, she hadn’t worn that in a while. Mr. Thomas would love this one. It was the shortest skirt she had; it came to the middle of her thighs. She dug around in her underwear drawer and tried to decide which panties he would like to see today. She decided on a pair of red silk ones, they were a little fancy but hey it was Friday and she had to go to the office today anyway. She was pretty sure an old man or two would be involved and they would love these as well. She stepped into them and pulled them up. They fit snug, she must be growing, they were almost too small but still comfortable. She may have to go panty shopping, she smiled when she thought of asking Jordan to help her with that. Alex rubbed his arm and felt him move a little. She felt him squeeze her breast and she felt a shiver run through her. No, they could not fuck this morning, her pussy needed a break. She also needed to get going or she was going to be late. She rolled over and looked at him. His hand slid down and started rubbing between her legs. “Relax tiger, I am really sore and almost late. Can I take a rain check?” She said and touched his powerful chest. “Sure, you are just so pretty I can’t keep my hands off your body. It is nice waking up next to you.” Aaron said. “Yes, that is nice. I promise you can fuck me all weekend if you want. I just need to get to work.” She said. “I may call you on that one. That sounds like fun. Now get out of my bed before I lose control.” He said and pushed her. She laughed and scrambled to her feet. Aaron watched her walk into the bathroom. Her ass was special, he was wondering if he had seen a better one. He was pretty sure the only one that even came close was Sam. He smiled when he thought of her, he was comparing a 14-yr-old to a grown woman but that was a nice little ass she had working. He pulled his mind back to Alex and pulled her pillow over and took a deep breath. He loved having her here and she was already making his apartment feel different. Better atmosphere and much better smells. Madison found a pink halter top and slipped it on. It was a little different in that the straps were not thin like regular halters. It didn’t quite meet her skirt, a couple inches of her belly showed. She was probably pushing the limits of the dress code, but it was Friday and she felt good today. She thought about tossing another outfit in her bag just in case but decided against it. She would live on the edge; her principal and assistant principal were both older men and she figured they would not mind. She looked at the mirror and decided she did not need a bra with the halter, it would look dumb anyway. She rubbed her boobs and got a wonderful idea; Mr. Thomas was going to remember today for a long time. Aaron opened his eyes, and she was looking down at him. Her hair was curled and looked amazing; she was wearing a blue dress that looked very nice on her. He could tell she had hose or stockings on as her legs were tinted black. The top of the dress held her boobs perfectly, she looked very professional but very fuckable. Of course, he was starting to think she would look fuckable in anything she wore. She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him. “Have a good day, I will see you this afternoon when you bring Madison?” She said and kissed him gently. “Yep, you certainly will.” He said and she saw the look in his eyes. Her pussy tingled and she wondered if she would be able to stop him from pulling her into that closet at the office. “Ok, I have to go. Try and fuck something today, I am still sore.” She said and walked to the door. He laughed as she walked out of the room. “I’ll get right on that.” He said. She waved and left for work. Madison hopped down the stairs and Henry chuckled. She was obviously in Friday mode. “You look cute today, I haven’t seen that skirt in a long time.” He said. “Yeah, it got lost in the bottom of my drawer, I wanted to wear something fun today, it is Friday and I feel good.” Madison said and opened the refrigerator to pull out the milk for her cereal. “You excited for the meet tomorrow?” Henry asked. “Yes, it will be fun running against Jordan, I almost feel like we are on the same team, but I am sure coach won’t think like that.” Madison said and sat at the table. “Yeah, I am thinking he will not feel any different about Jordan.” Henry said. “He hasn’t shared any new plans he has although sometimes he saves it and springs it on me at the last minute.” Madison said and took a big bite of cereal. “Well, either way it will be exciting, you guys have been running really well. I am very proud of you; it is not often that a freshman qualifies for state.” Henry said. “Yeah, coach said I was his first. He is pretty excited.” Madison said, feeling even better talking about coach and her running. “That is amazing baby. You should be very excited. When is state?” Henry said. “I am not sure, we have to have district first, I think that is in a couple of weeks so state would be after that. I will ask coach.” She said, chewing her cereal. “That will be very cool, they usually hold that in a big stadium, it will feel like the Olympics.” Henry said and she laughed. “Daddy, I don’t think our state tournament will be anything like the Olympics.” Madison said and smiled. “Well, it will be for me.” Henry said and stood to bring his coffee cup to the sink. “Are you going to be at the office this afternoon?” Madison said. “Yes, I should be. We can ride home together.” Henry said. “Cool, we have to pick up Sam. Remember she is spending the night.” Madison said. “That’s right, no problem. I have to get going honey. Have a great day and I will see you this afternoon.” Henry said and kissed her on the top of the head. “Have a good day, daddy.” Madison said. Madison watched her daddy walk out and thought about him being at the office when she was helping Mr. Thompson. She was sure Mr. Thompson thought about that, but it would be bad if her daddy walked in while she was practicing on one of her old men. She felt a tingle in her tummy when she thought about what she might have to do this afternoon. She hoped she would not end up with stuff in her shoes again, she just got them clean from last time. Barry Jones was nervous as he sat on his swing. He was hesitant for the first time ever to have Madison come over and visit. He felt like an idiot for the way he butchered their conversation yesterday, he had made her cry. He was such a schmuck; he would not be surprised if she didn’t even stop over this morning. He heard a door slam and he saw Henry walking to his car. He waved, Henry waved back and got in his car and drove off. He sat for a few more minutes in his agony and then he heard the door slam again. He watched her walk across his yard and his cock stiffened immediately. Obviously, his nervousness did not inhibit his blood flow. She had on a little pink halter with her tight belly showing. That little jean skirt was fucking amazing. It was tiny and it reminded him how small she was. Her legs were definitely on display today. He wondered what her teachers would think about this outfit. His nerves ramped up as she walked up the steps. She smiled and came over and sat down on his swing. She was looking down as her legs dangled off the swing. “Good morning, Mr. Jones.” She said. “Good morning, Madison. How are you today?” Barry said. “I feel good today. I love Fridays.” She said and looked at him. He could see sadness in her eyes, and it broke his heart. “Yes, I love Fridays as well. I am getting excited about your meet; I love watching them.” Barry said. “Thanks, me too. Sam is spending the night tonight.” Madison said. “That will be fun, how is she feeling? I know you were worried about her.” Barry said. “She is feeling much better.” Madison said, she wanted to talk to Mr. Jones about Sam’s daddy, but she felt like the conversation would be awkward, so she did not say anything. “That is good. Maybe it was growing pains and she is past it.” He said. “Yeah, hopefully.” Madison said. They sat in silence and Madison tried to breathe deep to keep from crying. She hated that she had messed up their friendship. Why had she pushed him so hard to do things? Why didn’t she notice he was uncomfortable? She wondered if she could have a friend without kissing and touching them. She thought about her life lately and she had no one like that. Mr. Jones used to be that, and Jordan was for a minute but then she ended up naked in her car with her panties around her ankle. That was nice though and she didn’t regret that a bit. She did miss her talks with Mr. Jones. All of a sudden, she was not so happy, she wiped her eyes. Barry looked at the young girl and he didn’t know what to say or do. He knew he was an idiot, but he had no idea how to fix it. She was sitting with her cute feet swinging and her head down. “Madison, what do you have planned for the rest of the weekend?” He said and she looked at him. He watched as her face crumbled. The tears exploded out of her eyes. “Oh, Mr. Jones, I am so sorry.” She said through her sobs and tears. He slid over and hugged her to his chest. He held her as she cried. He figured he could hold her forever if needed. He leaned over and put his cheek on the top of her head. Madison was embarrassed that she could not hold back her sadness. She had felt so good this morning when she woke up but now, she was sad as she sat on his swing in his arms. His hug felt good, she hoped he was not uncomfortable hugging her. He shouldn’t, her daddy hugged her, and it was fine. She pulled back a little and wiped her eyes again. “Mr. Jones, can we start over? I miss talking to you.” She said. “Baby, we can do whatever you want that will make you happy. It breaks my heart to see you sad.” He said and wiped some tears off her cheek. “Ok, I need you. I don’t want us to ever not be friends.” She said. “Sweetheart, I will be your friend until I die. Nothing or no one will ever change that. Please believe me and whatever I did to make you sad I am deeply sorry.” He said. “You didn’t do anything, it was me. I made you do things that made you uncomfortable.” She said. “Let’s agree to just wipe out yesterday and move on, how about that?” He said. “I would like that.” She said and stood up. She picked up her backpack and stepped in front of him. “Can I kiss you goodbye?” She said and he nodded. She leaned over and kissed his lips gently. She held the kiss for a few seconds and pulled back. “You have a good day.” She said. “You too sweetheart.” He said and she turned and walked off his porch. He watched her ass as she walked across his yard, knowing it was wrapped in red silk. He wondered if he would ever see it live again or would he be relegated to his computer to see her. Madison walked to Sam’s house and stopped, Sam came out of the door and walked down the steps. She looked like she was still feeling good. She had on a cute white sundress that was shorter than usual. Her legs looked nice. She walked up to Madison. “Good morning rock star. You are looking hot today.” Sam said. “Not as hot as you, that dress is cool.” Madison said. “Yeah, this is the one Katie bought for me. It is a lot like the one you have.” Sam said. “But you wear it better than I ever did, you look amazing.” Madison said and Sam smiled. They walked to school and talked the entire way. Madison reminded her they were going to drop her off after school and then pick her up on the way back from the office. They approached the school and went in, Madison hugged Sam and told her she would see her at lunch. She walked to Mr. Thomas’s room and saw him sitting at his desk. He looked like he was working on a report of some kind, he had a folder open. She walked up and stood next to him. He turned and his face was only about six inches from her boobs. He looked up at her. “Good morning, Madison.” He said. “Good morning, Mr. Thomas. Happy Friday.” She said and turned to walk to her desk. She was the first one in the class. She sat at her desk and reached under her desk to put her books away. She spread her legs a little more than needed and he got a great look at the red silk between her legs. Hank Thomas wondered how he had survived so many years without Madison. He had taught a lot of pretty girls but there was only one Madison. She had his mind in turmoil, he knew his decisions were not good, but he didn’t care. He looked at her pretty legs in that short skirt. He saw the flash of red when she put her books away. He was pretty sure he would get a good look at those panties at lunch. He looked back at his grade book and the numbers looked all jumbled. Damn this girl. Madison actually took notes in first period, she got into the flow of the class when he started. He was a good teacher, even though she knew he was a little distracted by her. He delivered a good lesson despite that. She heard the bell and reached down to get her books. She made sure he got another good look. She shoved her stuff in her backpack and walked to his desk. “Mr. Thomas, can we eat lunch with you today?” Madison said. “Absolutely.” He said. “Do you have lights that need changing?” She said and smiled. “Not today.” He said. “That’s ok. Sam is wearing a really pretty dress today.” She said and walked out of his room. He watched her walk out and looked at the clock, only 3 hours until lunch. He opened his grade book again and took a deep breath. Madison floated through her next two classes, feeling good and looking forward to lunch. She had plans to make this a day Mr. Thomas would think about for a long time. She saw Sam in the hallway after third period, watching her walk down the hall towards her and realizing again how pretty she was. Her dress looked amazing on her, the color of her tan legs looking fantastic coming out of the bottom of the white dress. Her long blonde hair flowing over the dress finished out the picture of a young cover model. She had a very pretty friend. “Hey rock star, how was your morning, you didn’t break Thomas, did you?” Sam said as she walked up. “Why would you say that? I am very sweet.” Madison said. “Yeah, sweet like poison, that poor man is going to have a heart attack one day and you my little friend will be his downfall.” Sam said and Madison giggled. She did worry about Mr. Thomas but so far, he had shown no signs of distress. She thought for a second that maybe she should stop but the shiver running through her belly squashed that thought quickly. They walked into Mr. Thomas’s room, and he was looking over an open folder. “Hi, Mr. Thomas.” Madison said as she walked in. Hank Thomas looked up and saw her walk in, pull up a stool, and hop up on it. He was staring at those precious red panties again in addition to her smooth thighs. “Hi girls, just trying to work on grades.” He said as he tried to pull his eyes from her between her legs. “Cool, what is my grade?” Madison said. “You have an A, Madison.” She said and Madison smiled. She took a big bite of her sandwich. “How are you, Sam?” Hank said, moving his eyes from one girl’s crotch to the other. Sam’s legs were not spread as wide as Madison’s but enough that he could see her white lace panties. Her legs were remarkable, so tan and long and smooth. “I am good, Mr. Thomas, glad that it is Friday.” Sam said and took a bite of her sandwich. “Yes, I am glad it is Friday as well. What do you guys have planned for the weekend?” Hank said. “We are running in a meet at Jefferson tomorrow. Not sure about Sunday.” Sam said. “Yes, I have heard about that. Madison, you are doing well lately, right?” Hank said. “She has won her last 4 races; you should come and watch Mr. Thomas.” Sam said. “Maybe I will, I don’t live too far away from Jefferson.” Hank said, wondering if he could withstand seeing these girls on a Saturday as well as all week. “That would be cool, Mr. Thomas.” Madison said with a mouthful of sandwich. Hank Thomas watched the young girls finish their lunch, he tried to look at their faces, but those legs pulled his eyes constantly down. Madison jumped off the stool and tossed her trash in his can. She wiped the crumbs off her skirt and looked at him. She had a sparkle in her eye, and he was suddenly afraid. “Mr. Thomas, do you think Sam is pretty?” Madison said, walking behind Sam and pulling her hair off the front of her dress gently. She ran her hands through the long blonde hair and looked at him. “Yes, very pretty.” He said, unsure of where she was leading him. Sam was also a little nervous of where her friend was going. “I think so too, I can’t help myself from kissing on her all the time.” Madison said and kissed Sam’s neck. Sam moaned as a small jolt of electricity originated on her neck where Madison’s lips touched. Hank Thomas was frozen as he looked at the young girl kissing the neck of her friend. This was the things porn movies were made of, not the cheap ones, no, the ones in the room behind the curtain that you had to know the password to even see. He took a deep breath and hoped no one walked into his room. Madison kissed Sam’s neck and worked her way up to her ear and then over to her cheek. Sam was sitting still as she moved to the side. Madison moved her lips over Sam’s and kissed her softly. She turned and looked at Mr. Thomas and he was visibly sweating. She smiled at him and kissed Sam softly again. She heard Sam whimper a little. “Mr. Thomas, we should be getting to class, or I could keep going for a couple more minutes. Do you want me to stop?” Madison said and ran her hand over Sam’s neck and cheek. Hank Thomas’s brain screamed to tell her to stop, his thoughts moved to the serious trouble he could be in if she continued. His mouth opened to put a stop to this immediately and take control of this dangerous situation. “Please don’t stop.” He said and his mind punched the wall of his brain. Madison smiled and kissed Sam again, this time sliding her tongue into her friend’s sweet mouth. She touched Sam’s tongue and put her hand on the back of her head. She kissed her friend for a little while and Hank Thomas’s cock was so hard it hurt a little. He pushed on it to try and get relief. Madison pulled back and smiled at him. She stepped to the side and put her hand on Sam’s leg. “Did you see Sam’s panties today?” Madison said as she ran her hand slowly up Sam’s thigh. “Yes.” Hank whispered. “They are pretty, right?” Madison said and slid her hand up more, feeling Sam’s skirt push up. Hank Thomas was in turmoil. Madison was sliding her hand up Sam’s thigh and her dress was moving up, exposing more of those wonderful legs. He saw Sam’s panties again and they were white lace, they looked so delicate, and they hugged her body nicely. He could see the slight bulge of her mound and he felt his heart skip. Then he stopped breathing when he saw Madison’s small fingers gently touch Sam’s thigh and then slide over her panties. He saw Sam’s legs spread a little and he heard her moan. Madison kissed her again as she ran her fingers over the white lace. Sam wanted to stop her friend but then she didn’t. The excitement created by the gentle touch of Madison’s fingers was multiplied even more by the fact that her teacher was watching them, and they were in his classroom. Madison warned her a while ago she would do this, and it was exciting to think of it then but now that it was happening it was even better. Sam closed her eyes, let herself go and trusted her friend. Madison pulled back from Sam’s lips and cupped her pussy with her hand. She felt the heat from Sam on her palm and she knew her friend was excited. She could not wait until tonight so she could do this all night long. She got a shiver in her own body just thinking about that. She looked at Mr. Thomas and he looked like he was in shock. She smiled and moved her hand off Sam’s pussy. She rubbed her inner thigh gently and ran her hand down to her knee. She stepped away and stood in front of Mr. Thomas. He looked up at her and his eyes were wide open. “Did you like that?” Madison said and he nodded. “That was way better than a ladder, right?” She said and he nodded again. “I thought so too, I hope you enjoyed your Friday, but I have one more surprise.” She said and he gulped. “You tell me if you want me to stop.” She said and he saw her hands move to her halter. He held his breath as her fingers slowly slid under her halter and then start lifting it. He saw her flat tummy and cute bellybutton and then more of it slowly appeared. He saw a slight bulge as the bottoms of her breasts appeared and she stopped. She looked at him. “Do you want me to keep going?” She said softly. “Yes, please.” He whispered. His breath caught in his throat again as her fingers started moving again, more and more of her breasts coming into view. She paused for a second and then he saw her nipples pop out, they were perfect, small, pink, and centered on a pair of perfect young breasts. His eyes burned as he stared at her chest. She was holding her halter up and smiling at him. He could not take his eyes off her breasts; they were precious and arguably the best ones he had ever seen. He tried to take a deep breath to keep his heart operating. She slowly lowered her shirt and her breasts disappeared. “Mr. Thomas, did you like that?” Madison said. “God, yes, they are beautiful.” He said. “Thank you, I like them too.” She said and squeezed her boobs through her halter. “Madison, I don’t know what to say, but...” He started to talk, and she put her finger over his lips. “Shh, please don’t say anything. We are having fun and I know you like watching. Let’s just leave it at that and look forward to Monday.” Madison said softly and he nodded. “Sam, are you ready to go to 4th period?” Madison said. “Yes, please.” Sam said and slid off the stool. Madison giggled. “Mr. Thomas, you have a nice weekend.” Madison said. “Thank you, Madison, good luck at the meet.” He said. “Thank you, Mr. Thomas, I hope you can come and watch.” She said. “I will try.” He said. Madison picked up her backpack and put it on her shoulder, she and Sam walked out. She looked back before she left, and he still looked to be in shock. She hoped he could make it through the rest of the day. She was pretty sure he would remember this Friday for a long time. “You are insane.” Sam said as they walked. “You liked it, I felt you shivering under my fingers.” Madison said. “I didn’t say that. I said you are insane.” Sam said. “Maybe, but I was just making it up as I went along. I really can’t keep my hands off you.” Madison said. “Insane.” Sam said and Madison giggled. Madison hugged Sam and headed to 4th period. She smiled as the plan came to her for the afternoon, her friend would be surprised. She walked into 4th period and found her seat. She looked up at the clock and tried to make it go faster. The bell rang for the last period and Madison stuffed her backpack quickly. She walked out and started to her locker. After storing what she did not need she started walking to the dressing room. On her way she stopped and bought a soda at the machine and put it in her backpack. She saw Sam and hugged her. “I am so glad it is Friday; I need a break from all of this for a couple of days.” Sam said as they walked. “Me too, I am just looking forward to sleeping in a little the next couple of days.” Madison said. “What time did coach say we have to meet tomorrow?” Sam said. “Jefferson is not that far away, he said the bus was leaving at 8:00, so if we dress at home we can sleep in a little bit.” Madison said. “That works for me. Maybe I will just sleep in my uniform to save even more time.” Sam said. “Nope.” Madison said. “What do you mean nope?” Sam said. “You are not sleeping in your uniform; you are sleeping naked my dear.” Madison said and Sam groaned. “Insane.” Sam said as they walked into the dressing room. They dressed and walked out to the practice field. Coach was talking to the sprinters, and they started to stretch. Madison sat on the ground and spread her legs, bending over and feeling the nice stretch in her hamstrings. Coach Wilson walked over to Madison, and she sat up out of her stretch and looked at him, her legs spread obscenely wide. He could not help staring at the small shorts and how they barely covered her. He was pretty sure she shaved or he would see something. He shook his head and looked at her face, she was smiling. “Hey coach.” Madison said. “Hey girls, how are you feeling?” Coach said, glancing quickly down to look between her legs again. “I feel great. What are we going to do tomorrow?” Madison said. “Sam, do you feel like you could give me 6 strong laps?” Coach said. “I don’t know Coach, I feel better, but I am not sure I am back up to full strength.” Sam said. “Ok, we will see how you feel tomorrow. If you feel good, we will try the rabbit. If not, Madison you will just have to follow her and then outkick her at the end.” Coach said. “Sounds good Coach, I am ready either way.” Madison said. “Good, Madison, we will have to start talking about State soon, it will be a little different than the regular meet.” He said. “Okay, let me know.” Madison said and stood up. He saw her young boobs bounce slightly as she started hopping to loosen her legs. He was going to have to get control of himself, he was not sure what was going on, he had never looked at her like that before, was she changing? He watched her and Sam run off down the track, his eyes glued to the two young asses as they moved away. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and went off to work with the shotput guys. “Sam, did you see how coach was looking at us?” Madison said. “Looking at you, with your legs spread across creation.” Sam said. “Hey, I was stretching.” Madison said. “Yeah, and without panties.” Sam said. “Well, I only have one pair and I didn’t want them to get sweaty.” Madison said. “Of course, I understand. Completely insane.” Sam said and ran ahead. Madison giggled and sped up to follow her friend. The girls walked slowly to the dressing room, the last ones off the track. Madison was so strong now, Sam sat and watched her run the last 5 laps. It was nice to see her running so well, she was proud of her friend. They were both drenched in sweat, the shower was going to feel great. They walked into the dressing room and started peeling off their wet clothes. “Sam, you did good today. You are almost back to where you were.” Madison said and tossed her shirt in her locker. “Yeah, I am starting to feel a little closer to normal.” Sam said and slipped her shorts off. “Your ass is amazing.” Madison said, looking at her friend as she put her panties in her locker. “Thank you, I guess.” Sam said and Madison moved closer. “You know, I plan on kissing it all night long, as well as the rest of you.” Madison whispered in her ear. Sam moaned softly and then Madison grabbed her hand and they walked into the shower. All the other girls were already getting dressed. There was no one else in the showers. They hung their towels over the wall and walked in. They each turned on a shower and Madison pulled Sam to her and hugged her as they stood under the warm water. She felt her breasts pushing against Sam’s and she ran her hands down to that amazing ass. She kissed Sam gently and then slipped her tongue into her mouth. They kissed for about 10 seconds and Sam pulled back. “Madison, anyone could walk in.” Sam said. “No, Joshua won’t come in until we tell him.” Madison said and kissed her neck. “Oh God, that feels good. Not Joshua, any of the other girls.” Sam said. “It is Friday, they are trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. They are not going to come into the showers to see what two freshmen may be doing.” Madison said, kissing her neck. Sam groaned and held Madison as her friend kissed and sucked on her neck. She wanted to just let it happen, but she felt a little weird making out in the school shower. She still watched the entrance, worrying that someone could just walk around the corner. “Madison, we will have plenty of time tonight. Let’s get out of here, don’t you have to go to the office this afternoon?” Sam said and Madison stopped kissing her. “Yeah, you are right, Aaron is probably already waiting.” Madison said and grabbed the soap. Sam was still washing her hair as Madison turned off the water. “I will meet you at the lockers, I am turning into a prune.” Madison said and Sam nodded. Madison grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her wet body. She walked to her locker and pulled the soda can out of her backpack. She walked a couple of lockers away and poured it on the floor, leaving the can in the middle of the puddle of soda. She walked to the doors and opened them slightly. She saw Joshua standing there with his mop and bucket. He looked at her. “Joshua, someone spilled some soda on the floor right next to our lockers, can you come and clean it, so we don’t step in it while we dress?” Madison said. “Yes, Miss Madison.” He said and started pushing his bucket through the door. “Thank you, Joshua, I will show you where it is.” Madison said and walked in front of him. Joshua followed the pretty young girl wrapped in a towel. He loved the way her legs and bare feet looked as they came out of the bottom. He also noticed her butt pushing against the towel, making a bulge. He liked her long hair; it was all wet and hanging over her bare shoulders. He felt his cock starting to respond. She was very pretty, and he liked looking at her. They walked around the corner and he saw another pretty girl walking out of the shower in her towel. She stopped and looked at them. “Sam, someone spilled soda right next to our lockers, Joshua is going to clean it up before we step in it.” Madison said and walked up to Sam, grabbing her hand. Madison led Sam to the bench next to their lockers and Sam sat down. “Joshua, see, it is right there. I can’t believe someone would do that. I am so sorry.” Madison said. “It’s ok, Miss Madison, it will be easy to clean up.” He said and picked up the can and put it in the trash can at the end of the lockers. “Madison, what are you doing?” Sam whispered as Joshua walked away. “Just having a little fun and giving Joshua something, he will remember for a long time. Just follow my lead, I promise it will be fun and we will talk about it tonight.” Madison said and Joshua walked back. He pulled out his mop and started to soak up the soda. “Joshua, do you mind if we get dressed while you work. We need to get going.” Madison said and pulled Sam to her feet. “No, that is ok, Miss Madison. I won’t be long.” He said. “No worries, Joshua, you keep working.” She said and moved behind Sam, leaning close to her ear. “Relax and go with it.” Madison said and Sam took a deep breath. Madison loosened Sam’s towel and pulled it off slowly. She saw Joshua look up and his eyes got wide. She smiled and laid Sam’s towel on the bench. Joshua looked at the young girl, she was completely naked. Her face was very pretty, and her body was as well. Her boobs were small but very nice on her little body, he liked her pink nipples. Her belly was smooth and tight, her belly button was cute. His eyes moved down and saw her pussy, it was smooth and looked beautiful between her thighs. Her legs were nice and smooth also, he had never seen a prettier girl ever and this one was only a few feet away and she was naked. His cock was very hard, and he pushed it to try and move it to a more comfortable position. Madison smiled as she reached for Sam’s panties. She knelt and picked up one of Sam’s feet and slipped it into the panties. She slipped the other foot in and then started sliding the panties up her legs. She saw Joshua just staring at Sam as she pulled up her panties. She reached around and rubbed Sam’s pussy softly before she covered it with the panties. She heard Sam moan and Joshua just stared. Madison pulled out Sam’s socks and had Sam sit on the bench. She moved around in front and put her socks on her cute feet very slowly. She could feel Joshua’s eyes behind her, and she loosened her own towel as she slipped on Sam’s other sock. She put her shoes on and tied them carefully. She looked up and saw Sam’s boobs jiggle slightly as she finished tying her shoe. Sam’s eyes looked glassy, and she was sitting quietly. Madison stood slowly and felt her towel slide off, she heard Joshua gasp behind her. Joshua watched Madison put on her friend’s panties. He saw her kneel and put on her shoes and socks. He watched her boobs bounce on her chest as Madison put on her shoes. Madison stood and he almost fell over as her towel fell off and he was looking at a perfect young ass. It was firm and looked like it popped out over her legs. He wanted to touch it so bad, but he could just stare. Madison smiled at Sam as she stood in front of her naked. Sam was looking at her and Madison could tell that she was very excited. They would talk about this tonight for sure. She turned and faced Joshua. His eyes got big again. “Joshua, thank you so much for cleaning that up for us.” Madison said as he stared at her body. “That is ok, Miss Madison. I will try to finish soon.” Joshua said and he saw Madison walking towards him, her boobs jiggling slightly as she walked. “Joshua, you don’t have to hurry. Take your time.” Madison said and touched his pants. She felt his hard cock under her fingers. “Miss Madison.” Joshua stammered. “Joshua, you have been very sweet to us, and we need to thank you. You just look at Sam and relax.” She said and pulled his zipper down slowly. She heard him gasp and she reached her small hand in and grabbed his cock. Madison knelt and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was very hard but not as big as Aaron’s. It was also very black and looked even darker in her delicate white hands. She ran her hands down the shaft and then kissed the head. She heard him moan as she sucked gently on the head. She knew he would not last long. She ran her hand up and down the shaft and then slid her mouth down and sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Joshua watched the young blonde girl’s boobs as Madison told him to, but he felt her warm mouth and he looked down to see his black cock sliding into her face. It was too much, and he grabbed her head with his left hand and held her as he blasted a load into her mouth. He saw her swallow and then he felt another load fly out of his cock. She did not flinch and kept sucking on him. He felt one more small spasm and more came out of his cock and into her warm mouth. He watched her continue to suck on him and then she pulled off slowly. She smiled at him and tucked his soft cock back in his pants and zipped him up. Madison stood up and looked at Joshua. He looked stunned. She touched his arm, and his face loosened a little. She turned and Sam looked just as stunned. She grabbed Sam’s dress and slipped it over her head. She pulled Sam up and the dress fell onto her. Madison straightened it out and smiled at her friend. She grabbed her own panties and slipped them on. She pulled on her skirt and then her halter. She sat on the bench and put on her shoes and socks. Joshua was standing, holding his mop and looking at her. Sam was standing next to the bench, not moving. Madison picked up her backpack and handed Sam hers. She walked up to Joshua and touched his arm. “You have a great weekend Joshua and thank you again for cleaning that up for us.” Madison said. “Thank you, Miss Madison, you have a great weekend as well.” Joshua said. Madison took Sam’s hand and led her out of the dressing room. They got outside and Sam stopped. “What was that?” Sam said. “Practice.” Madison said. “What?” Sam said. “He looked like he was very uncomfortable after seeing your beautiful body. I just wanted to help him like we helped Aaron and Mr. Thompson. I think he liked it.” Madison said. “You are unbelievable, you are going to drive me insane as well.” Sam said. “Cool, then we can be in the same room at the hospital.” Madison said and giggled. Sam laughed as well, and they started walking towards the big black car. “Hi girls, how was your Friday?” Aaron said and opened the door. “Very good, we had lots of adventures.” Madison said and Sam chuckled. They crawled into the back seat. “Why do I feel there is more to that story?” Aaron said as she watched them scramble into the back seat. He loved watching that, today’s panty menu included white lace from Sam and red silk from Madison. He was getting way too comfortable looking at 14-yr-old girls. These were not your average young girls he kept telling himself as he walked around the car. Aaron looked in the rear-view mirror and Madison was kissing Sam. Damn that girl, how did she drive him so crazy? He had fucked Alex a lot over the last two days, but he was still excited beyond belief watching them kiss. Madison broke the kiss, he took a deep breath and started driving. “Sam, we will drop you off and then pick you up on the way home from the office. It may be me and my daddy, I think he may be at the office today. We will take you to the meet tomorrow.” Madison said and held her hand. “That sounds good, my mom is cool with it all. She has to work tomorrow again so this is actually easier for her.” Sam said, her voice a little sad. “Your mom will get to come to a meet soon.” Madison said and Sam nodded. Madison was sad suddenly, she felt bad for her friend. She felt like her daddy was more involved in her life than Sam’s parents were, and she had two of them. Madison smiled as she thought of her daddy, she was thankful she had him. She squeezed Sam’s hand and put her head on her shoulder. She heard Sam take a deep breath. They pulled up to Sam’s house and they both saw the car in the driveway. Sam squeezed Madison’s hand and looked at her. She smiled. She opened the door and looked at Madison. “See you in a few hours, Rockstar.” She said. “Are you sure you are alright? Do you want me to come in with you, we can get your stuff and you can stay at my house with Mr. Jones until I get back?” Madison said and Sam put her hand on Madison’s cheek. “I will be fine. Have a nice work at the office and I will see you in a couple of hours.” Sam said and stepped out of the car. Aaron and Madison watched her walk to her porch, her pretty legs under the soft white dress. She stopped in front of her door and looked back at them. They saw her smile and then her smile faded, she took a deep breath and turned to go into the house. Madison crawled into the front seat and slid next to Aaron. He put his hand on her leg and squeezed. “She will be ok; she is a strong girl.” Aaron said. “I hope so, I am just so worried, I don’t know what is happening, she won’t tell me. I plan on getting it out of her tonight.” Madison said and looked at the door to Sam’s house. “That sounds like a good plan.” Aaron said and put the car in gear. He started to pull away. Madison looked at the door to the house again and got a funny feeling. She put her hand on his arm. “Aaron, wait.” She said and Aaron hit the brake. They sat for a few seconds and then they heard a huge crash, like broken glass. Madison slid over and put her hand on the handle of the door. She heard screaming and another crash. She looked at Aaron and he looked worried. She looked back at the house and then she heard Sam’s voice. “Daddy, no!” She heard Sam yell. “Stupid little bitch.” She heard a man’s voice. The door crashed open, and she saw Sam, her dress was torn and hanging off one of her shoulders. One of her boobs was out and bouncing as she ran out of the door. She was screaming and someone was holding her right arm. She was scrambling to get away. Suddenly everything looked like it was in slow motion. Madison ripped open the car door and scrambled out. Madison started running across the yard and looked up to see it was Sam’s father and he was holding her right arm and pulling her back. Sam was trying to get away and then he swung his fist and hit her in the face. She saw her friend’s head move to the right and then she stopped struggling. Madison heard her mother. She stepped onto the porch and was grabbing and trying to hit her father. He turned and punched her in the face, and she fell onto the porch. He turned and Sam had recovered and was still trying to get away. He pulled his hand back and punched her in the face again. Madison saw her friend’s body slump; he was holding her up by her arm and then he pushed her off the porch. Madison saw her hit the brick column and she heard a horrible crack as her head hit the column. She reached the bottom of the stairs as Sam started to fall. She started falling down the stairs and Madison tried to catch her. She was able to slow her fall a little and then pull her over to the grass, off the concrete, her legs on the sidewalk. Sam was on her back, she knelt and put her hand on her head. Then she heard his voice and saw Sam’s father coming at her. “Rich little lesbian cunt with your big car.” He said. “Don’t touch her, leave her alone.” Madison said and started to get up to stand in front of him. She pulled one leg up and then she saw his fist coming at her face. Madison was frozen as his hand moved towards her in slow motion. His fist hit her cheek and eye and she felt her body fall across her friend. She tried to cover Sam and prepared to get hit again. She heard a gurgling noise and she looked up to see Aaron’s big arm around Sam’s daddy’s neck as he was hitting Aaron trying to get free. She turned back and looked down at her friend. Sam’s left eye was swelling and there was blood coming out of her nose and mouth. She saw her lip was swollen as well. Madison put her hands on Sam’s head and pushed the hair out of her face. She noticed her right ear had something on it as she pushed her hair back and when she pulled her hand back it was covered in blood. Her hands started to shake and then she heard Aaron’s voice. “Madison, call 911.” He screamed and his phone landed next to her. She looked up and Aaron had Sam’s father around the neck with one of his arms also trapped. She heard Sam’s dad struggling to get away and still trying to talk. “Madison, call.” Aaron said calmly. She reached down for the phone and dialed. She put the phone next to her ear, her hand was still shaking. “911, what is your emergency?” A lady’s voice and Madison lost her composure. “My friend is hurt, and she is bleeding.” She heard her own voice, and she was crying. “Madison.” Aaron said and she looked up at him. He still had Sam’s father around the neck, and now he had his other arm held behind his back. Sam’s father was not struggling anymore. “Put the phone on speaker.” He said and Madison put the phone down and pressed the speaker button. She noticed a bloody print on Aaron’s phone from her own finger. She wrapped her arms around herself and started to shake more. She looked back at Sam. “What is your address?” the lady asked. “Honey, are you there, where are you?” The lady said. “911, address is 1453 Remington Street, send a unit and ambulance. Domestic, two victims down, both female, one head injury. Suspect under control, no weapons.” Aaron said. “Thank you, units are dispatched. Are you badge?” The lady said. “No ma’am, just a citizen.” Aaron said. “Ok, I am handing you over.” The lady said and another female voice came over the phone. “Sir, are you with the victims?” The new lady said. “No ma’am, restraining the suspect.” Aaron said. “Is there anyone with the victims?” she asked. “I am.” Madison said in a soft voice. “Honey, were you the one that called?” She asked. “Yes, ma’am.” Madison said, her voice shaky. “What is your name?” she asked gently. “Madison.” She said. “Hello Madison, do you think you can help me?” She asked and Madison felt something snap. “I don’t know what to do, she is bleeding, there is blood everywhere. She is really hurt.” She said through the tears, her hands shaking. “Madison!” She heard Aaron’s voice and she looked up at him. “Take a deep breath and listen to me. The only way you can help Sam is to talk to the lady on the phone. Can you be strong for Sam and talk to her?” He said calmly and she nodded and tried to take a deep breath. “Madison, are you there?” the lady asked. “Yes ma’am.” She said. “Honey, my name is Lily, and we are going to help your friend, ok?” She said. “Ok.” She said. “Now can you tell if she is breathing?” She asked. Madison looked at her chest and saw it moving slowly up and down. She realized she was topless, her dress was torn, and it was pushed down almost to her waist. She tried to grab it and pull it up, but she couldn’t get it to move. “Madison?” the lady said. “Yes, ma’am, she is breathing.” She said. “Ok, good, can you tell where she is bleeding?” She asked. “She is bleeding from her mouth and her nose. There is also blood on her ear.” She said. “Can you tell me what happened?’ She asked. “He hit her in the face and then she hit her head on the brick column and fell down the stairs.” She said and started to cry again. “Ok, honey, listed to me, can you reach over and feel around her ear, can you feel anything?” she said. Madison reached over and touched her ear and then her hair behind her ear. She felt around and it just felt warm and wet. She pulled her hand out and blood was dripping from her hand. “There is a lot of blood, it’s all in her hair.” She said, crying. “Ok, honey, help is on the way. What is your friend’s name?” She said. “Sam.” She answered and felt herself stop crying. “Ok, I need you to try and wake Sam up. Can you do that?” She asked. “Ok.” She said. She touched Sam’s chest and tried to shake her. She leaned over and whispered for her to please wake up. She kissed her forehead and rubbed her head; she saw her eyes flutter open. “Hey rock star.” Sam said softly and Madison felt her throat tighten up. “She is awake.” Madison said. “Good, can you tell me if she has feeling in her arms and legs.” The lady asked. Madison touched Sam’s hand and thigh. “Sam, can you feel this?” She asked her and Sam nodded. “Yes, she does.” Madison said. “Ok, now can you slide your legs under her head and rest it on your lap?” The lady asked. Madison moved over to Sam’s head and lifted it up and put it on her lap, she scooted closer and held her head on her lap. She pushed more hair off her face and Sam looked up at her and smiled. “Ok, done.” Madison said. “Ok, sweetie, now put your finger on her throat in the middle and then slide to the side until you can push it in a little. You should feel her heartbeat under your fingers.” The lady said. Madison slid her fingers onto Sam’s neck and felt her heartbeat. “Ok, I feel it.” Madison said. “Good, now you are going to say go and then start counting the beats until I say stop and then you will tell me the number. Are you ready?” The lady said. “Yes ma’am.” Madison said. “Ok, say go when you are ready and start counting.” The lady said. Madison took a deep breath. “Go.” Madison said and started counting. She closed her eyes to concentrate. “Stop, tell me the number.” The lady said. “19.” She said. “Ok, that is good, your friend is doing good. Now, I want you to keep her awake until the help gets there, can you do that for me?” The lady asked. “Yes, ma’am.” Madison said and looked down at Sam, her eyes were closed. “Sam.” She said and shook her gently, she opened her eyes. “You about done talking to your girlfriend?” Sam said softly. “Yes, we were talking about you.” Madison said. “Yeah, what about?” Sam said. “Well, first we talked about your cute boobies since they are out in the open.” Madison said and Sam looked at her exposed chest. “Oh yeah, damn, I hope the firemen are cute.” Sam said. “Then we talked about your pretty toes.” Madison said. “Yeah, now I know you are bullshitting me.” Sam said. “No, really, they are very pretty, Gerard really liked them.” Madison said and looked at her bare feet. “Yeah, he did, didn’t he? He was fun.” Sam said and closed her eyes. Madison’s breath caught in her throat. “Sam, do not go to sleep on me.” Madison said and Sam opened her eyes. “My head hurts.” Sam said and Madison started crying and touching Sam’s cheek. Aaron smelled the whiskey on Sam’s dad. He was watching the two girls and his heart was breaking. He squeezed his neck harder and heard him gurgle. He moved his mouth close to his ear and whispered. “If that little girl does not recover, I will find you and destroy you, and I will do it slowly and painfully.” Aaron said into the man’s ear, and he heard another gurgle as he squeezed harder. “I know it hurts Sam, but you are going to be ok, help is coming, please stay awake for me?” Madison said, her tears falling on her friend’s pretty face. “Ok, rock star, settle down. Tell me about other parts of me that are cute.” Sam said and smiled. Well, she tried to smile but her lip was turning purple and starting to swell. Her left eye was now swollen shut and looked like a bubble. Her pretty face was a mess. Madison started crying again. “Well, there is your beautiful hair. What can we say about that?” Madison said, as she cried over her friend. “Yeah, that’s true, I will give you that one.” She said and Madison laughed through her tears. “Then there are your pretty legs.” Madison said. “Not as nice as yours.” Sam said. “I think it is a tie. There is your butt, where do I start on that?” Madison said. “Not as nice as yours.” Sam said. “I disagree there, my friend, I have it on good authority that yours is ranked higher than mine on the official school list.” Madison said and she heard the sirens. “List? There’s a list?” Sam said and she nodded. “Turns out you are ranked #7 on the butt list.” Madison said. “There is a butt list?” Sam said. “Yes, it is official and everything.” Madison said and saw the ambulance workers running across the yard. “Where are you ranked?” Sam asked. “#8, right behind you.” Madison said and Sam laughed softly. “Sam, the men are here to help you now. You can relax.” Madison said and she saw her friend close her eyes. She looked up at the men and they were busy working with tubes and stuff. She saw the policemen wrestle Sam’s dad to the ground and then she felt Aaron’s hands on her shoulders. She leaned into them. The men were talking to Aaron, but it was like white noise. She held Sam’s head and they attached a lot of things to her. She felt one of the men touching her arm and she looked up. He was saying something. She felt Aaron pull her back and the man held Sam’s head gently. She looked down and her skirt and legs were covered in blood. She watched the men put Sam on a stretcher and Aaron stood her up. She felt his breath on her ear. “Madison, you ride with Sam, I will follow.” He said and lifted her into the ambulance. The men sat Madison next to Sam and she held her hand. Sam looked over at her and smiled. During the ride one of the men asked Madison lots of questions and looked all over her to see if she was hurt. Her legs and hands were bloody, but none of it was hers. They got to the hospital, and they wheeled Sam out of the ambulance and took her away. Madison was standing in the parking lot behind the ambulance, her arms wrapped around her body. She watched then wheel her friend into the hospital. It looked like they were hurrying, she hoped that was normal for hospitals. Her body felt cold and numb, but she was also shaking. She looked at her hands and they were red with Sam’s blood. She felt something on her shoulders and looked to see large black hands holding her. She looked up at Aaron. “Are you ok, sweetheart?” Aaron said and Madison shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.” Madison said and Aaron felt her go limp in his arms. Aaron panicked and picked up the young girl, her arms were limp and hanging down, he did not like this at all. He walked briskly through the doors and two nurses saw him. Their faces turned white, and they ran up to him. “Please help her.” Aaron said, his voice cracking. One of the nurses felt for Madison’s pulse as the other one yelled instructions. A man ran up with a stretcher and Aaron laid her down gently. Her small body looked strange on the big stretcher, covered in blood and laying on top of the very white sheet. They wheeled her off and he stumbled over to a chair and sat down. He tried to slow his breathing, but he was struggling to keep control, his heart was broken, and he was very angry. His emotions were flying everywhere, and he felt helpless. He pulled out his phone and dialed. “Hey Tiger, you are late.” Alex said and she heard Aaron start to cry. “Aaron, what’s wrong?” Alex said, her heartrate racing now, very afraid of what would make Aaron cry. “She’s hurt, they both are.” Aaron said through his sadness. “Who’s hurt, baby?” Alex said. “Madison and Sam.” Aaron said and started to sob again. Alex put her hand to her mouth. “Honey, what happened?” Alex said and immediately regretting asking such a stupid question. “Never mind, where are you?” Alex said. “Hospital, emergency room.” Aaron said. “Stay right where you are, I will be there.” Alex said. “Ok.” Aaron said and dropped his phone. He put his head in his hands and tried to breathe. Alex grabbed her purse and burst into Mr. Thompson’s office. There was an old man sitting in front of the desk and Brad was in his chair. They both looked up and Brad looked angry. She walked closer. “Madison and Sam were hurt; they are in the emergency room. Aaron is there and I am going. I will call you from there.” Alex said and she saw Brad’s face change instantly. “Thank you, Alex.” Brad said and she left.

My Girlfriend Likes Me To Expose Her by Vanessa Evans Part 1 I’m Jake and I have this amazing girlfriend that I love with all my heart. The thing is, although she won’t admit it, she likes me to lift her skirt or open her top so that anyone in front of us can see her tits or pussy. No, I’m not joking, she really does like me doing it to her. Let me tell you a bit about her, she’s called Layla and is quite small and slim with small tits (30AA), big nipples, blonde hair, no pubic hair and a clit that sticks out between her lips all the time. It all started about the tenth time that we went out. I took her to a nice pub in the country where we had a meal then a few drinks. The pub and the restaurant part were busy so we went to stand in the bar for the drinks after the meal. Layla was wearing a lightweight, flared miniskirt and when we went to the bar we discovered a couple of my mates were there. Layla was stood in front of me leaning back on me as we talked and my hand was round her and caressing her stomach. After a while I noticed that both my mates kept looking down to her thighs. I didn’t think anything of it because Layla has nice legs, she wasn’t wearing tights and I just assumed that they were admiring her tanned legs. After about an hour we decided to leave and head for home but I had to go and empty my bladder before we left. One of my mates said that he had to pee as well so he followed me to the toilets. Whilst we were there my mate told me that Layla had a nice pussy. When I questioned him as to how he knew that he told me that my caressing of Layla’s stomach had slowly pulled up the front of her skirt revealing her see-through G-string and the front of her slit through it. He thanked me for the show and found it difficult to believe me when I told him that I hadn’t realised what my hand was doing. Anyway, we went back to the other 2 and Layla and I left. In the car I immediately apologised to Layla telling her that I hadn’t realised what my caressing was doing to her skirt. “You mean that your mates could see my G-string and my slit through it?” “Yes, sorry, it was all my fault.” “That explains why they kept looking down.” “I guess so, but I thought that they were just looking at your nice legs.” “Well there’s nothing that I can do about it now, but I’ll be all embarrassed when I see them again.” “Sorry love.” We said no more about it but she turned and kissed me very passionately. Not wanting to miss an opportunity like that we started making out right there in the car park and she was soon riding my cock with a passion that was greater than I’d experienced with her before. I didn’t think too much about the incident for a couple of days until we went out again. This time to deliberately meet some mates of both of us. Layla was wearing a similar skirt and in the pub she stood in front of me and leant back on me again. After a while she found my right hand and put it on her stomach, Instinctively I started caressing her stomach but this time I was aware what my hand was doing and helped her skirt ride up. All the time I was watching our friends to see if they noticed what was happening to Layla’s skirt. It was one of the girls that noticed first, well she was looking in the right direction and her eyes suddenly went wide open, but she didn’t say anything. I assumed that Layla’s skirt was high enough to display her G-string but I didn’t want her to display any more so I just held my hand still. A few minutes later I saw one of the guys looking and smiling, Then he looked up to my face, I winked, he smiled again then looked down to Layla’s pussy again. It was about then that I realised that Layla was standing with her feet about shoulder width apart. I got an immediate boner that pressed against Layla’s butt. Shortly after that Layla said that we had to leave and we had another passionate lovemaking session in my car before I even started the engine. The same thing happened another couple of times then one night we were in a pub on our own and we were leaning back against a wall, again Layla positioned herself in front of me and leant back on me. By then I was convinced that, although she denied it, she was setting herself up to be exposed and I sure as hell was going to help her if it meant another passionate lovemaking session. As we stood there, me with my hand on her stomach slowly edging her skirt up, I couldn’t help noticing the number of people who were looking at us. Their eyes stared at her pussy then looked up to our eyes. I could see Layla’s face and it kept going red confirming to me that Layla knew exactly what was going on. I whispered in her ear, “You know that your pussy is on show don’t you Layla?” “No it’s not, my skirt is long enough to cover it.” I let it go for a while, then when some people were stood directly in front of us I slid my hand down to her pussy to confirm what I suspected, that her pussy was dripping. What I hadn’t expected was to find that she didn’t have any knickers of any sort on. My fingers came up to our faces wetter than if I’d just washed my hands. Layla opened her mouth, reached forwards and sucked her fingers. “You little minx, you’re doing this on purpose, you like having your pussy on display.” “No I’m not, it’s you who’s pulling my skirt up.” Layla replied as she slid one hand behind her and squeezed my cock through my jeans. We didn’t make it back to my car which was parked down the street. I pulled her into an alley and fucked her up against a wall. When we finally made it to my car I said, “Layla, you deliberately came out without any knickers on and wearing a skirt like that knowing that it would ride up when I, no you, put my hand on your stomach didn’t you?” “I did not, I thought that I’d give you a nice surprise if you put your hand under my skirt after we left the pub, and how was I to know that my skirt would ride up?” “Layla, you can admit that you are an exhibitionist, I don’t mind, in fact I rather like the idea of having a girlfriend who is an exhibitionist.” “Well you haven’t got one, it’s embarrassing to know that someone other than you has seen my pussy.” “Yes dear.” I replied. I wasn’t going to argue, in fact I loved the game that she was playing and I was going to go along with it. From then on I encouraged Layla to wear short skirts and loose fitting tops. She had never worn a bra when she was with me, her little tits just don’t need any support. Every time that we were together I’d lift her skirt to see if she was wearing any knickers and she rarely was. If we had to stand anywhere Layla always stood in front of me leaning back and if I didn’t put my hand on her stomach she would grab my hand and put it there. If we managed to get a seat Layla would sit with her knees slightly apart and put one of my hands on her bare thighs, silently daring me to slide it up her leg and pull her legs apart until her pussy was on display. She only ever said anything if I let my fingers rub her always bare pussy, and that was only after my fingers had got her all aroused. If we were sat at a table with my mates present Layla would lean forwards so that her top would hang low allowing my mates to see down her top and her small tits and big nipples. Of course Layla never admitted that she was doing anything deliberately naughty and if anyone said anything her reply was always, “Oops, I didn’t realise, sorry.” But minutes later she was doing the same thing again. One day at the pub with our friends I decided to try something and whilst she was stood leaning back on me I slid my hands down the outside of her thighs to the hem of her skirt. Then I slowly slid my hands back up taking her skirt with me. Layla never said a word until her bald, knickerless pussy had been on display for at least 5 seconds. The she said, “You naughty boy, you’ll embarrass all these people.” not “You’re embarrassing me.” Later that night, after another urgent lovemaking session, I asked her about her wording that she’d used and she just said, “Oh, I was confused, I meant that I was embarrassed.” I could have said that I didn’t believe her but I didn’t. I had also noted that after every occurrence of Layla being displayed our lovemaking was much more intense. It was like her being seen was a huge aphrodisiac for her, not that I was complaining. Quite the reverse, I started taking every opportunity to display her and to help her with what she was still denying. Our relationship looked like we were in for the long haul and Layla started taking me clothes shopping. Now normally I would have rejected the offer but I wanted some say in the clothes that she bought. I’m pretty sure that she was playing a game of ‘well that’s what you wanted me to buy’ whenever she asked me which of two skirts or dresses that I liked. There was always one long one and one short one. A couple of times I chose the long one and watched her face go all glum until I changed my mind then her face would light up. Over the months I noticed that her older skirts and dresses were getting shorter and shorter, It was like she was shortening them all each week. When I mentioned it to her she just said that she must be growing. Of course I never complained when I got a flash of her pussy, or better still, someone else got a flash. It was never deliberate, well that’s what I thought at first but I started to wonder. At first I would tell her to be careful, that she might accidentally flash someone but she always replied saying that she wouldn’t because she was always careful, but I knew that she knew that that wasn’t true. We started playing badminton and squash once a week and Layla wore a flared, silky, white tennis skirt. It too started getting shorter and shorter. Me, or the people around us occasionally got a flash of her G-string right from the first time that we went, but as her skirt got shorter and she stopped wearing knickers, we got to see her bare butt and pussy a lot more. Layla’s sports skirt only stopped getting shorter when it only just covered her butt and pussy when she stood perfectly still. Impossible when you are playing badminton or squash. Two guys about our age started booking the same time slots as us each week and we were forever seeing them and they got to see Layla’s butt and pussy quite a lot. We started talking to them and we started playing games of doubles which gave the guys more opportunities to see her butt and pussy as the her skirt bounced about. One time in the changing rooms afterwards one of guys commented on how cute her skirt looked. “You mean how cute her butt and pussy looks when her skirt bounces up.” I replied. “Well yes but I wasn’t going to actually say that.” “She’ll deny it but she’s an exhibitionist, she loves to put herself on display.” A couple of weeks later our booking for the second session somehow got changed and we had an hours gap between the 2 sessions. Somehow the bookings for the 2 guys got changed as well and they too had an hour spare. I suspected that one of the guys had fixed it especially as he’d already told us the he knew a couple of people in the leisure centre’s reception where the bookings were taken. Anyway, the 2 guys invited us to have a drink with them in the leisure centre bar while we waited. Layla and I hadn’t been to the bar before and we discovered that along the walls were bench seats, then little round tables, then chairs. Layla went and sat on the bench seat between 2 tables and I sat beside her. When the 2 guys came from the bar with our drinks they sat on chairs in front of Layla. Layla shuffled down on the seat until her butt was on the edge of the seat. Layla pulled her skirt down so that, from her eyes, her pussy was covered, but from the eyes of the 2 guys her pussy was on display. All 3 guys realised what Layla was doing and I decided to help Layla display herself even if she though she would deny that she was showing anything. What I did was put my hand on her bare thigh then slowly put pressure on it pulling her uncrossed knees apart. Layla let me do it and soon her knees were about half a metre apart. I watched the eyes of the 2 guys as they went from whoever was talking, to Layla’s pussy and back. I just knew that Layla’s pussy would be dripping and that the guys would be able to see her juices seeping out of her hole. What’s more, Layla would know but she carried on talking like she had some tracksuit bottoms on. After about 30 minutes Layla’s body suddenly jerked and shook, then she sat back on the seat and pulled her knees together. I knew that she’d just had an orgasm and by the looks of the guy’s faces they knew too, but Layla just started talking as if nothing had happened. Minutes later she leant forwards and her top sagged down in the front. Again I knew that Layla was deliberately letting the guys see down her top to her perky little tits. We’d already seen that her nipples were hard and making little tents in her top when it was flat against her chest and I knew that the 2 guys would be able to see them. The 2 guys enjoyed that view until it was time for us to go and play badminton. Layla wanting to play doubles. As you know, when playing doubles occasionally people collide and one or both of them end up on the floor. Layla started to get more accident prone and at least once per game she ended up on the floor flat on her back. Because her skirt was so short and the fact that it was flared and made of such lightweight material, her skirt usually ended up around her waist. Each time that Layla went down she never rushed to get up giving anyone looking a good few seconds look at her often spread pussy. When she accepted the waiting hand to help her get up she never mentions her exposure and just continues playing as if nothing had happened. Strangely enough, our bookings had that hour gap between them from then on and so did the 2 guys. Layla got her weekly showing session with those 2 guys in the bar and none of us ever mentioned her displays or the orgasms that she often had. What was mentioned by Layla was that I was always horny and jumping on her in the car park even before we got to the car. Of course neither of us mentioned the reason. Layla’s exhibitionism reached a peak when we went on holiday. It was our first holiday with just each other and I was really looking forward to it, 2 weeks somewhere hot and Layla probably getting me to expose her in every way that she could think of and tons of sex, sun and sand. I was expecting each exposure to be either my fault or an accident with her pleading ignorance but I just knew that she wanted to expose her pussy to every male in the resort. We went to a Mediterranean resort that is very popular with teenagers and the early twenties. The place was heaving with young people speaking English and German. All throughout the holiday Layla’s tactics changed from ‘no one can see anything’ to ‘no one would want to look at little old me’. Both statements never being true but the last thing that I was going to do was argue about it. Her exhibitionism started as soon as we got to our room where she stripped naked then opened the curtains and blinds, and opened the balcony doors. Then she started unpacking our clothes walking around the room as she did so. “Some one might see you.” I stupidly said. That was when I heard ‘no one would want to look at little old me’ for the first of dozens of times that holiday. Of course she was totally wrong because within minutes guys from the hotel opposite were gathering on their balconies and looking over to watch her walking around the room totally naked. The 2 hotels were about 10 metres apart and there was a busy, narrow road between them so it was only if the guys in the opposite hotel really shouted that we’d be able to hear them. Throughout our holiday Layla never wore anything when we were in our room, stripping naked as soon as she was through the door, often saying, “Phew it’s hot in here.” A couple of times during the holiday some guys did shout over to Layla and she heard them. She looked over to them, went out onto the balcony still naked, and looked around to see if she could see anything that the guys would be shouting about, then she came back in and said, “There must be a girl on another balcony that they’re shouting to, no one would want to look at little old me.” I smiled and said nothing. Back to that first day, I soon discovered that Layla had been out shopping for clothes on her own before the holiday. As we got ready to go out to get the feel of the place Layla put on a dress that I hadn’t seen before and it was slightly see-through. In the light of the hotel room I could easily see her nipples, areolae, butt and slit. “Nice dress.” I said, Do you think that it’s suitable for here during the day?” “Yes, why not, it covers my pussy, besides, on the way here I saw girls walking around in just thong bottoms.” I just smiled and took her hand to lead her out. I have to say that I was a little surprised that no one said anything about what they could see but Layla was walking around as if she was dressed like nun and wasn’t complaining, so neither was I. Actually, a couple of young men did say something, both telling her that they liked her dress. Even in the little supermarket that we went in for some essential supplies no one said anything. I was starting to think that girls being just about naked was an every day occurrence there. Our room was on the second floor and sometimes Layla wanted to use the lift and sometimes she wanted to walk up the stairs. It didn’t take me long to work out that we used the lift if there were guys waiting to use it and we went up the stairs if it looked like were were going to be followed by some young men. Of course I said nothing. As soon as we got back to our room that first day Layla took her dress off then threw open the balcony curtains and doors and jumped on me. She rode my boner until we both orgasmed in full view of anyone in the hotel opposite who may have been looking. I didn’t even bother looking. It was soon time to go for dinner and Layla got out her dress for the evening then went into the bathroom. I looked at the dress and saw that it was another new one and just as short and just as see-through as the one she’d worn that afternoon. I opened the wardrobe that she’d taken over and looked through all the other dresses that were hanging there, Nearly every one was very short and see-through to one extent or another. Some were totally see-through. Then I looked in the drawers that she taken over. The only underwear or bikinis that I could see were underwear G-strings with see-through, tops and bottoms, all of them string tied. “Wow, she really is an exhibitionist, this is going to be one hell of a holiday.” I thought. “I hope that she doesn’t get arrested.” What I’d seen and deducted made me hard and I went into the bathroom and fucked her in the shower, not telling her what I had discovered knowing that she would pretend that there was nothing wrong with her clothes and that no one would even look at her anyway. We’d booked half-board so dinner was in the hotel’s restaurant which was self-service. As we walked into the restaurant I noticed a couple of guys looking at her but that was it. I steered Layla to a table near a couple of tables with just guys sat at them and as we got close to it I saw some of the guys staring at her, one guy even saying something to another guy who had his back to us. He immediately turned and stared at Layla. As I said it was self-service so after leaving her bag on the table we went to get some food and again all the guy’s eyes were on Layla. After that first trip to the food tables I kept asking Layla to go and get something for me and each time she happily got up and slowly walked passed the guy’s tables. By the last time she was coming back the last time I could see on her face that she was very aroused and I swear that I could see her juices on her slit shining as the light caught her pussy. When we left the restaurant Layla wanted to go back to our room before we went out for the evening and as soon as the door was open she was on me wanted to be fucked. After that experience, each evening I led her to an area of the restaurant where groups of guys were and she never once complained when I asked her to go to the food tables to get me something. When we finally went out that evening we wandered around the bars occasionally stopping for a drink and Layla did her usual thing of laying back on my front and I did my usual thing of helping her dress to rise up and display her pussy. The lighting in and out of the bars wasn’t very good, and most of the young people wandering around were ‘happy’, so very few people noticed Layla’s exposure. We stopped at the many billboards to see what activities were available and talked about which days we would do what. It was looking like we would only get half of the days on the beaches which disappointed me as I was hoping to get Layla naked on the beaches and to fuck her in the sea, Back in our room Layla got naked, put all the lights on, opened the balcony doors and pushed me down onto the bed. I quickly realised that Layla likes to ride me cock when there is a chance that she is being watched and that was the perfect place for us to fuck and be visible from the balconies of the rooms in the hotel opposite. That was how most of our fucking in that room happened. I suggested that we sleep with the balcony doors open and the lights on and Layla slid down the bed and gave me a blowjob her raised butt facing the hotel opposite, before we went to sleep. I wondered if she wanted to sleep on the bed where people could see her. ***** The air was fresh and it was sunny when I woke up. I couldn’t see Layla until I looked out onto the balcony. She was stood at the railings looking all around. “Someone will see you.” I said. “No they won’t, it’s too early and besides I’ve got nothing that they’d want to look at.” I went outside and pressed my naked body against her naked back and replied, “Well that’s certainly a matter of opinion, if I were in one of those rooms over there I’d be wanting a pair of binoculars so that I can see every detail of your beautiful body.” Layla pushed her butt back onto my rapidly growing cock then spread her legs. I didn’t need a written invite to bend my knees, aim my cock and thrust up into her pussy. As we fucked I looked over to the hotel on the opposite side of the road and saw people on 4 balconies looking over to us, all looking like they were still partying from the night before. I wondered if any of them had seen Layla naked on the bed. As we continued to fuck I whispered to Layla to look over the road and when she did her movements got more urgent and it wasn’t long before she was cumming. I kept thrusting until she came again as I pumped my sperm deep inside her. We collapsed onto the chairs that were out there and Layla put her feet up on the bar railings and spread her legs, exposing her spread and wet pussy to the sun and the people in the hotel opposite. As we sat there recovering and watching the people watching us, I could see my sperm mixed with her juices, leaking out of her and dripping through that lattice of the seat and onto the brown tiles below her. After a while Layla surprised me a bit by saying, “Will you decide what I am going to wear each day?” I was silent as I remembered the clothes that I’d seen in her wardrobe. I knew that she had only one dress with her that could be described as ‘legal, or ‘decent’ back in England, and that was the one that she travelled in so that one would be out of the selection. I smiled as I realised that whatever I selected for her, her tits, butt and slit would be visible to one degree or another. “She’s asking me to expose her.” I thought then I told her that I would, but for her not to complain if she wasn’t happy with my choice. After our bathroom routing which included me watching Layla shave her pussy each day then her shaving all around my genitals, it was time for breakfast. Layla opened the wardrobe doors and said, “Right, what do you want me to wear?” “Nothing.” I replied. “You want me to go down to breakfast totally naked Jake?” “You’d like to wouldn’t you Layla?” The expression on her face told me otherwise but I knew that going totally naked was out of the question. “Of course not, not that anyone would even notice me.” Layla replied. “Oh they would, but let’s have a look.” I browsed through the hanging clothes then went to the drawers. “What are these?” I asked pulling out a couple of very fine, see-through large rectangles of material. “Sarongs.” Layla replied. “Show me.” Layla then gave me a demonstration of the different ways that a girl can wear a large rectangle of material. After she had finished I asked her to tie it on her one of the previous ways that she had shown me. Basically she held the material up to her armpits behind her then took the 2 top corners, crossed them over her tits and tied them behind her head. The way that the material lay on her body there was only one layer of material over her tits but many layers between her tits. With the material being so see-through I could see all her tits and nipples. The material hung in front of her pussy but it was obvious that it would take very little for it to open up putting her pussy on display. “If you want me to wear this I’ll have to hold it together at the front a lot of the time.” Layla said. “Okay,” I replied, “let’s go down to breakfast with you like that and we’ll see how it goes.” “Okay, you put some clothes on Jake and let’s go.” I did and we were soon walking down the corridor and then the stairs. Although Layla had told me that she’d have to hold the front of her sarong together I didn’t see her doing that because I was walking along side her. Even when we were going down the stairs and some young men were walking up I didn’t see her hand move to her stomach. The breakfast room was quiet but there were some young men sat at one end of the room so I steered Layla that way, going passed the guys tables. I set off to get some food and Layla followed, but quite a bit behind me. I turned to check that she was following me and confirmed that she wasn’t holding the material together, I could see her pussy as she walked. I glanced to the guys and saw that some of them were looking at Layla’s pussy as well. We got some food and returned to the table with both of our hands holding either a glass or a plate. We put them down then Layla said, “I’ll go and get the coffees.” Two minutes later Layla was walking back right passed the staring young men, Somehow, Layla had managed to get the material to open so wide that it formed an inverted ‘V’ from below her tits to the outside of her hips. She was virtually naked from her tits down, and her tits were covered with just one layer of the thin, see-through material. I stared at her pussy as she put the cups down then said something about sugar, and off she went back to the coffee machine again. As I watched her butt through the thin material I suddenly thought, “Neither of us take sugar in our coffee.” This time when she came back her hands were at her sides and if anything, pushing the sarong even wider apart. I couldn’t wait for breakfast to be over and to be back in our room. As we ate I decided that Layla would be wearing one of those rectangles of material when we came down for breakfast every day, hoping that some of the male hotel guests would be there to enjoy the sight. As expected, the sarong was off even before the room door was closed and by the time I’d walked to the bed Layla had opened the balcony doors and was reaching for the belt on my shorts. That same performance was repeated every morning that we were there. When we were ready to go out for the day Layla again asked what she should wear. Since she’s been out topless the day before there was no way that either of us would want her to have her tits covered so I checked out the skirts that she’d brought with her. Again I found items that I’d never seen before, and was pleased to see that many of them could be worn as belts. As I pulled one little colourful number out I saw signs of home stitching and I just knew that Layla had shortened it. Like most of the clothes that Layla buys these days, the material is thin and the design of the skirts is very much ‘A’ shaped, and this little colourful skirt was no exception. I gave it to her and asked her to put it on. I was sat on the bed as she pulled it up. Then I asked her to do a slow 360. As she turned and I looked from either her front or her back I could easily see the front of her slit and her little clit sticking out. Then I stood up and asked her to do it again. This time I couldn’t see any of her pussy or butt. “What tops have you brought Layla” I asked and watched her face go from happy to glum. She wanted her tits to be exposed. Layla got out a selection and held each one up. They were all slightly, or totally see-through. I chose a crop top that was made of fishnet material with all the holes about one centimetre in diameter. Layla’s face was beaming again as each nipple and areola pushed through one of the hundreds of holes in the top. As I watched Layla get our things together I decided that if we’d been in one of the cities back in England people would think that she was a slut or a whore, yet in this holiday resort she just looked like one of the thousands of other young girls there, looking for a good time. That day we had decided to go to a beach, the biggest one that we knew about that offered activities and sand dunes to walk in. The only problem was that it was 2 bus rides away. When we got to the bus station we discovered that there were lots of buses on the 2 routes and that lots of people were going to the same place as us. I bought the tickets and we joined the queue just behind a group of young men. It didn’t take them long to spot Layla’s nipples poking through the holes in her top and I watched them go hard when the guys looked at her. More people joined the queue behind us and when the bus doors opened everyone got on. Unfortunately, Layla and I didn’t manage to get a seat and we had to stand in the aisle. I knew that each journey was only about 20 minutes so I wasn’t bothered. Neither was I bothered when I looked down to the people sat either side of where Layla was standing. On one side was 2 of the young men from earlier and on the other side was a slightly older man with a girl. I was just thinking of a way to get Layla to stand sideways when the bus started moving causing Layla to grab for one of the hand holds above, then turn sideways to get better balance. I smiled knowing what the men either side of her would see if the turned their heads. The younger man discovered the view before the older man did and for the rest of the journey 4 male eyes were glued to Layla’s butt and pussy from a very close vantage point. I looked at Layla and we smiled at each other then I saw her eyes look down her front. I smiled again as her eyes came back up with her face a little red. “She knows.” I thought and wondered what she would do about what she was showing to the 2 men. What Layla did do was to spread her legs a bit more and turn to face the other side of the bus twice before the bus got to its destination. When we got off the bus Layla held my hand tightly as we joined the queue for the next bus which was the same one that most of the people on the first bus appeared to want to go on as well. As we stood queueing I asked Layla if she was okay because she was still gripping my hand. “Yes, just a bit horny.” “Is that because you were showing your pussy to those men on that first bus?” “I wasn’t.” “So it wasn’t those men looking at your pussy that made your nipples so hard?” “They couldn’t see my pussy so it must have been the air blowing through the bus.” “Okay then.” I replied as I smiled at her flushed face. I knew that she was telling porkies and she knew that I knew, but just wouldn’t admit it. We didn’t have to wait long for the second journey but we still had to stand in the aisle. Again Layla was between 2 men, both of them around our age. As soon as the bus started to move Layla stood the same as the last time and I watched the 2 men, waiting for them to notice what they could see. I was disappointed, and I’m sure that Layla was too, that only 1 of the men noticed and stared at Layla’s pussy for the rest of the journey. I noticed that Layla didn’t turn around so that the man that was looking at her pussy all of the journey. The bus stopped where we could see the sea and everyone got off. The passengers split into 2 groups, one group we didn’t know where they were going but the other group headed towards the sea. We followed them. The beach was magnificent, very long with white, fine sand, and beach type activities going on at the end where were. We could see 3 beach bars spread along the whole beach. As we walked along the water’s edge we saw that there were no naked people there, but there were topless women so I pulled on the tie holding Layla’s crop top on pleased that she always ties her clothes with a single bow, like she’s inviting people to pull on one of the ends. Layla’s top slowly descended until Layla caught it and put it in her bag. As we continued walking Layla put her arm round me and I put my arm around her. After a minute or so Layla said, “I love you, you know that don’t you Jake?” “And I love you too Layla.” I replied pulling her closer to me so that I could feel her bare breast against my chest. “Jake.” “What?” “Thank you.” “For what?” “Everything.” I didn’t respond to that. I guessed what she was talking about but she would never admit to it. The beach population started to change and we soon saw naked people. We’d never really seen naked people, other than each other before but there, and not just laying down. These people were walking about. I looked at Layla’s head and saw it turning as we passed naked men with their cocks swinging. Then I heard Layla gasp. “What?” I asked. “Look at that man, he’s huge.” I looked in the direction that Layla was as saw what she was referring to, and yes, the man did have a huge cock, nearly down to his knees, and it certainly wasn’t pencil thin. “How would you like that inside you?” I asked. “If you had one like that I’d still be a virgin.” I laughed and then said, “Well have to get you a dildo that big and see if we can get it inside you.” “Stop it Jake, you’re making me all wet.” I laughed again and wondered if she had had any dry time since we got off the plane. We walked a bit further then decided to setup up in a not so crowded area near one of the beach bars. After I’d put our bag down I reached for Layla’s skirt and pulled it down leaving her totally naked standing up. “Hey, are you trying to embarrass me?” I looked at her with that ‘yeah right’ look and Layla smiled and said, you get ‘em off buster.” I dropped my shorts, feeling slightly inadequate after seeing that man earlier. Layla started spreading our towels and I watched as she got onto her hands and knees to smooth things and to get out of the bag what she needed. I wondered if she realised what a great view of her pussy she was showing to the people behind her. Next it was the sunblock. Layla handed me the bottle and I said, “On your stomach girl and spread those arms and legs as wide as you can.” And she did, obviously not caring who was looking up her legs. I left her butt to the last for her back and then took advantage of her spread pussy to rub the sunblock all over her pussy. She moaned and shuddered a bit as I flicked her clit and fingered her hole. I was sure that she was going to cum but I chickened out before she vocally let everyone know that she was cumming. Layla didn’t look too happy that I had stopped and I slapped her butt. Before telling her to turn over. She did and lay spread eagle without even being told to. I paid particular attention to her little tits and hard nipples, sure that she would love it if someone was watching us, especially as her moaning was almost loud enough to wake the dead. When I moved to the area of her pussy I concentrated on staying away from her slit for as long as I could. Even when I was putting the lotion on her inner thighs Layla was moaning. Layla’s little clit was sticking out between her lips and when I couldn’t resist any longer I flicked it getting a loud gasp in response. “Hey, don’t do that, someone will see you.” I so wanted to say, “Isn’t that what you want?” But instead I flicked her clit again. “Do that one more time and I’ll cum.” Layla said, so I did, and she did cum. Layla was obviously trying to suppress her bodily reactions but if anyone looked at her for more than 2 seconds they would have seen that she was having an orgasm. I looked around and saw one man smiling then looked back to Layla who was starting to return to normal. “Bastard.” Layla said when she was able. “Come on Layla, you know that you enjoyed that.” “No I didn’t, well okay, yes I did but.” “But you want me to do it again.” “NO, well not right now. Right now I need to get some sunblock on some idiot called Jake.” I smiled and lay on my stomach. Layla got to her knees and started spreading the lotion on my back. I couldn’t help noticing that her knees were spread and she was leaning forward to do the work on me and I wondered if she was deliberately sticking her butt out for people to see. I guess that Layla’s daily moisturising application had taught her how to cover a large area quickly because my back, arms and legs was done in seconds then she told me to turn over. I did, slightly worried that her doing my front would cause me to get a boner. Again she worked quickly but slowed when she started around my genitals. “You’re going to get me hard if you don’t get on with that quickly.” I said. “Oh, so it’s okay for you to make me cum on a public beach in front of hundreds of people but it’s not okay for me to make you cum, is that it?” “Yes, that’s because my sexual organs are on the outside and yours are on the inside. A woman can cum and no one will be able to tell, but a man. ……..” “Okay, good point, will you make me cum again please?” “I think that it might be a little too obvious if I coat you with sunblock every 5 minutes.” “You’d make me cum every 5 minutes Jake?” “If I could, yes. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” “That’s 288 times a day, I’m pretty sure that that would kill me.” “But what a way to go.” Layla gave my cock one last, slippery wank then let go of me and lay back down. I noticed that she lay with her legs quite far apart but I didn’t say anything. I got out our sunglasses and we put them on. I could now see who was looking at Layla without them knowing, and Layla could do the same. What’s more, I was sure that she was. Her head kept turning a little when a reasonable looking naked man walked by, but to be fair, I was watching the reasonable looking naked women as well. After a while we both turned onto our stomachs and I noted that Layla again spread her legs wide. Soon, half the beach would know that Layla likes people looking at her pussy, not that I was complaining. Shortly after turning over I kept hearing little moans from Layla. At first I thought that I was imagining it but after the third time I knew that it wasn’t my imagination. I got up to my knees but said nothing. Looking down at Layla I saw that her right hand was underneath her body. Looking down and between her still spread wide legs I saw her fingers working on her pussy. I smiled to myself, said nothing, and watched as Layla rubbed one out for herself. When she had returned to normal I said, “286 still to go then.” “What?” “286 orgasms to be able to say that you’ve had one every 5 minutes in a day” “I wish, more like 4 or 5.” “Plenty of time yet lover.” Layla turned onto her back and rested on her elbows her legs still wide apart. I was looking at all her juices on her pussy when she said, “Hey, look at that.” I managed to drag my eyes away and turned and saw a Parasail high in the sky with a boat pulling it. “That looks fun.” Layla said. “It does.” Then after a few seconds I continued, “do you fancy a go?” “I do, but can we afford it?” “Only one way to find out, come on, put something on and we’ll pack-up and go and see. We can always come back here later.” Layla put just her skirt on, me my shorts and we set off walking back along the beach. When we got near to the end a sign had appeared advertising Banana rides and the Parasailing. “Yes, we can afford that, lets do it.” We found a man handing out leaflets about the parasailing and I noted that they were offering videos of you up in the air. It added that there would be 3 videos on a memory stick, one of you up in the air, the second of you taking off from the boat and the third of you landing back on the boat. I talked to the man some more and discovered that we could go up together so I told him that we wanted a go. We sat on the sand to wait for the current session to finish and the boat to return to the beach. As we sat there I saw that Layla was sat with her knees bent and I just knew that anyone walking along passed us would be able to see her pussy. I guessed that she knew that and was hoping to be seen. The boat finally came back to the beach and we waded out then climbed onboard. I was sure that the 2 guys on the boat got a look at Layla’s pussy as she climbed up, especially with her very short skirt. I put our bag down and we sat where one of the men told us, on a bench at the side of the boat. Layla sat with her knees apart and I knew that she was showing her pussy to the man. As the boat headed out to sea we got talked through what would happen and then he gave us a couple of safety instruction. Then it was time to get ready. As we stood up to put the harness’ on, unplanned, I said, “Can my girlfriend do it naked?” There was a couple of seconds silence then both Layla and the man smiled, the man saying, “Yes, of course she can. I see that you’ve opted for the videos, they will show that she is naked, is that okay?” “That’s okay, they will be great to show our mates back in England.” I was responding without thinking but as Layla dropped her skirt. It was then that I decided that I’d get my phone out of the hotel safe and fill the memory card with photos and videos of Layla. I would make sure that Layla was naked in all of them. We got the harness’ on, the man taking his time putting the one on Layla, especially the parts that went between her legs. The boat stopped, we were told where to stand at the back of the boat, then the man hooked us up and setup the camera on a sort of selfie stick. He backed away and picked up a video camera and told us to just let it happen. The boat started moving and shortly afterwards I felt the parachute opening behind us and tugging on us. The man gave us the thumbs-up and we started getting lifted up in the air. As we settled into the harness’ I looked at the camera on the selfie stick and realised that there was every chance that it would capture all of Layla’s body, including her pussy because the harness’ held our knees wide open. It was amazing up there, the peace and quiet, the view, the wind rushing passed our bodies. I wondered what Layla’s pussy was feeling like. All too soon I realised that we were getting lower and the boat was getting closer. It was a gentle landing then the man put his camera down and came and hauled the parachute in before unhooking Layla and me. We went to the main passenger area and while we were taking the harness’ off I realised that the driver of the boat had picked up the video camera and was recording us taking the harness’ off. He only stopped recording after he had recorded a full frontal view of Layla who stood there with her feet well apart and looking directly into the camera. The boat headed back to the shore and we jumped off and waded ashore. We hung around for a few minutes while one of the men collected the memory cards and gave them to me. After I’d put them in our bag I held Layla’s hand and we started walking back along the beach. It was only when I saw the first naked person that I realised that Layla was still totally naked. We’d walked right in front of all the prudish people with Layla naked and she hadn’t said a word. “Layla, you’re still naked?” “Yes I am aren’t I? It feels nice.” “But we’ve just walked passed all the prudes.” Layla stopped walking and turned to look where we had just come from. “Jake, how could you let me do that, it’s so embarrassing, I’m surprised someone didn’t call the police.” “If you’d had a big bush they might have thought that you were a young woman and called the police.” “Jake, you are naughty man.” “But you love me.” “I do,” “So you’ll forgive me Layla?” “Only if you walk me along there naked again.” Layla squeezed my hand and we looked for somewhere to spread our towels. “You do realise that you will be naked on those videos Layla, anyone who sees them will be able to see your pussy in glorious detail?” “Who are you thinking of showing them to Jake?” “I was thinking of maybe having a party at home one night when my parents were out, inviting all my mates and your mates. I’m sure that they’ll love to see all our holiday photos and videos.” “You’d do that?” “Do you want me to do that Layla?” “I don’t know, everyone would see my little tits and pussy.” “We could show the photos and videos then you could strip and show them the real thing.” “Jake, you’d do that to me?” “I think that you’d like me to do that to you Layla.” “No I wouldn’t.” “Are you sure Layla?” Layla didn’t answer me but I knew her well enough to know that she really wanted to be exposed like that, she was gripping my hand like a vice and I could see the veins on her arm pulsing a lot faster than normal.

Megan and Jessie #1: A walk in the Woods by Jappio Part 1 "Jessie, hurry up and get your clothes back on. What if someone catches us?" Jessie ignored my pleas though. She only gave her care free smile as she peeked out from the bushes we were hiding behind. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on her. I didn't know what to do though. I wanted her to get dressed before things would get out of hand like they usually do, but something inside of me wanted this to continue. I should probably explain things just a bit more though. My name is Megan, and the naked girl next to me is Jessie. The two of us have been friends for what seem forever. Megan is the type of girl who gets an idea in her head and runs with it. She's probably the most care free person I know. Megan wouldn't describe me that way though. She says I need to learn to loosen up more. Her favorite analogy for it is, "If we were one person, I'd be the subconscious and you'd be the voice of reason." Now her being naked out here in the middle of the park would be an example of her care free nature. Why she isn't embarrassed to be naked in front of me, why she isn't afraid of getting caught, and why she feels so compelled to do this stuff is beyond me. Most of you might be thinking that me asking her to get dressed and stuff is a sign that I'm just looking out for her modesty, trying to keep her safe. Well although partially true, there sort of is more to it. It's embarrassing to admit, but honestly I'd prefer if she stayed naked. She is an incredibly beautiful woman. A cute face with a smile that could make you melt. Her figure is so well kept and toned in the right spots. I can only describe her curves as flawless. She might not be voluptuous goddess that some people are into, but in my eyes she is near perfect. Her breasts aren't big honking double d's, but I think her C-cups are incredible on her frame. Her bottom knows how to be nice and small but bubbly and bouncy at the right times. Her legs may not be the long sexy kind you see in some nudie mags, but I could kiss every inch of them and die happy. Then there is her treasured little spot between her legs, the area she even shaves bare. I can't believe my fortune with the amount of times I get to see her wonderful body. Oh god this is embarrassing. This is part of my problem you see. When it involves Jessie and her body, I seem to put myself into some embarrassing situation. You must all think I'm some freak to be into her body like that. I've sort of have had a crush on her for awhile. I know it isn't normal for a girl to get a crush on her best friend, another girl even, but it just sort of worked out that way. We've always been so close, and feelings for her started to grow. It doesn't help that she prances around without clothing either. So I don't so much have a problem with her exposing her body. I'd be happy to look at it all the time. I do worry she might get herself into an embarrassing situation or into some trouble, but I more so worry about myself when she gets naked. When she is like this, I don't think straight. You're the only people I've ever admitted my feelings, none of my friends, and especially her, have a clue. I'd rather it didn't get in the way of our friendship really. Well when she is naked, things get sort of tough. One part of it is that it's hard to hide that I like her when she has her whole body right there for me to see. It's almost as if she is offering me her body, and it's hard to not stare for too long or admit something I probably shouldn't. Then comes the issue where Jessie likes company when she is taking risks. I'd probably live a pretty boring life if it weren't for her. She insists on making me have fun, and I guess that's another reason I like her. However, when she gets naked, she eventually comes up with a way to get me naked. Thinking back every time I don't see how her arguments work on me. Normally I'd be able to argue out of such ridiculous plans as hers, especially if someone else suggested them. As I've said, I have issues when it's Jessie and her body though. I'm too busy being hypnotized by her bare skin to properly say no. That's why I try to get her to put her clothes on, so mine can stay on too! I remember back when we were 13, years ago. I was staying at her house one night. I had started developing these feelings for her, and they left me pretty confused. I didn't get why I wasn't into boys like everyone else. Well she was never shy, so even though I was definitely shy about my developing body, she'd just merrily change out of her clothes and into her Pj's with me in the room. This was different that night though, she also took off her underwear. I asked her what she was doing and she told me about how for the last few weeks she'd been sleeping naked. She also explained how one night she even took a walk outside in her backyard. I told her she was crazy, but she then wanted to prove it. It was so late at that point, her parent were sleeping. I remember my heart was racing as she pulled me by the hand through her house. She was completely naked. I was still clothed, but I couldn't help but be worried for the both of us. I know we were young back then, but I still wasn't able to look away from her bare flesh. I didn't know why I couldn't take my eyes off of her. It didn't take her long to get us out her back door and into the cool night. My mouth was probably open the whole time as she adventured around her yard. I truly didn't get why she was doing it, and I was really worried we could get in trouble. When she started to giggle and pulled at my Pj's, I didn't know how to stop her. Either I was too tired and shocked, or my feelings for her were stronger than I thought back then. She had me stripped naked and I didn't even make a peep. I remember covering up and being so shy. She was happy to go anywhere in the yard, but unless she pulled me somewhere, I'd hide off to the side, covering myself up. After that day though, things kept escalating. Jessie never knew when to stop, so from what I can tell I'm stuck with this for awhile. It's hard to tell why she tries and strip me. I mean she says she's just trying to get me to have fun, to loosen up, and a few other things. I worry sometimes she does it because she knows it embarrasses me. I know it isn't a sexual advance, since Jessie really isn't that type of girl. Nudity to her seems just so casual or something. That's sort of how things led up to today. We had just done some shopping and decided to spend some time in the park. We were just walking around when Jessie suddenly did her thing. She got a twinkle in her eye and began to giggle and smile. She pulled me along till we were hidden in the woods at the side. By now I'm able to tell this essentially meant she had some type of naughty idea in her head. She never answers me when I ask what she is planning. I guess she knows by now that I'd probably just try to stop her if I knew. So even in my heart I knew what was going to happen, I wasn't fully prepared when she was pulling her tank top over her head. As usual she wasn't wearing a bra today. I worry she knows about my feelings. She knows that I'm opposed to her stripping us out here in public. If she knew about my feelings, she might do things like forgo the bra just to make sure I stay nice and quiet, too busy watching her reveal herself. I never seem to get tired of it, and I sometimes wish I would. Conversely, I wish she did know though. She strips a little too fast for me to properly saver it. Before I even got a good look at her breast, she pushed her shorts and panties to the ground. Just once I wish she'd take it slow, a little more teasing in her strip. I guess she really doesn't know the way I feel. There I go again though, gushing on and on about her. Trust me when I say I'm not normally like this. I wouldn't dare tell anyone how I want to see my best friend slowly strip for me. I wouldn't dare let anyone know about our naked time together either. Yet I guess I can't keep quiet forever. So now we're up to speed. She's naked and looking out into the park as I hope she gets dressed soon before this gets out of hand. "Think I could make it over to the restroom?" Jessie asked me. Her total disregard for what I was saying told me she was too far gone. I knew I'd have to come up with some reason fast so I'd be able to avoid her getting me stripped, but I also couldn't get the image out of my mind of seeing her naked body running to the bathroom. She'd have to run out in the open space ahead of us. Although this area of the park was more secluded, if anyone decided to walk around the pond near us would definitely be able to see her. I swear I was never into voyeurism or exhibitionism type stuff before Jessie dragged me in. It's her fault that at night I find myself going to sites and watching videos or reading stories of this type of stuff, picturing her and me being the stars of those. Had she not got me hooked, I might be a bit normal. Obviously I was too lost in fantasy to answer her, but I guess she didn't need one. Next thing I know I see her butt bouncing as she runs off away from me. I'd go after her, but I'd rather just watch here. She was completely without clothes or hiding, and yet there she was running off smiling. I didn't know if I liked the view from back here or if I would have preferred being by the bathroom to see her running towards me. As soon as she was entering the ladies room though, I knew I should probably follow. I knew I shouldn't have let her out of my site. I went running after her. I hope she's alone, or else I might have to help her out of a mess trying to explain why she is naked. When I got inside I saw Jessie standing there, hands on hips, smiling broadly at me. I guess this was her idea of greeting me. "What if I was someone else coming through this door?" I warned her. I was thinking how that person would be very lucky though. "Then I suppose they'd get quite the surprise," she laughed. I could only sigh. She never seemed to take the risk seriously. I wish she could at least hide better some times. Would it have killed her to hide in a stall? I don't know what I'd do if I was caught with her like this, what would people think? I mean my crush is a secret. Someone could walk in at any moment and think that we were some weird perverted couple. I mean I don't think Jessie is a pervert, but that wouldn't stop other people from thinking that, right? "Now how about you get those clothes off and we can head back into the woods, take a delightful nature stroll," Jessie suddenly offered. I knew this was coming. I could swear I had a good argument before as I came running to the bathroom. She's giving that smile of hers too. I can't stop looking, I need to say something. It's hard saying "no" to the naked girl of your dreams, you know? "Always with the shy act honey? You know it's not too hard once you get this stuff off," Jessie said as she circled around me. Oh my god, I can feel her reaching her hands around me and to my waist. She's pulling my shirt up. I can feel my heart beat. Every time she does this, I have to wonder if this will be the day that she will do more than just strip me. It's moments like this that I picture that leave me up at night, rustling around in bed unable to sleep. I know to her she was just playfully stripping me, but the level of eroticism in it for me was unbearable. I really am hopeless I'm starting to think. So she was able to get my shirt up and over my head, without me fighting it. Before I could get too worried though about standing with my bra on show in the public bathroom, I was a little worried what Jessie thought of my bra. It wasn't the most flattering thing around. Now I know this probably sounds stupid, but normally if I think Jessie might be doing something, I put on something sexier under my clothes. I know it's a long shot, but I sort of just hope to impress her. Sadly today I just had on an ugly sports bra. "Now that just won't due Megs, let me get that horrid thing off," Jessie's words were sharper than I thought they would be. I know it was ugly, but to think she thought I looked that bad. I was too hurt to even think about how she was now removing my bra. "There are those cute nipples of yours. I have to say you look a hundred million times better," she complimented. I would have been ready to whine and complain about being topless, yet my heart was fluttering too much now. I was actually smiling a little too, between blushing of course. I know her compliments were just meant to be friendly, but they meant a lot more to me. "Get these things down and off too," Jessie was muttering as she was crouching at my side. I side stepped and grabbed my pants. I had to slow her down before I was naked as her. "Woah, I don't know about this. You know I don't want to get caught." It's an age old argument for me, but I had to try something. "We won't get caught, if we're lucky," her cute grin appeared again. She moved closer to me. I would have moved away again, but as she moved closer, in her crouched position very little was hidden. Her shaven mound probably could have gotten me to cluck like a chicken it was so hypnotizing. Now her head was just inches away from my crotch. Her hands played with the button on my jeans. She had them open and was pulling the zipper down. My plain white panties were being shown to her. I couldn't help but whimper a little. I was again running a fantasy through my mind. My whimper had gotten her attention and Jessie looked up. She probably saw some fear in my eyes and decided to pull away. Luckily it was only the fear she saw, because at that moment I was a mix of worry and anticipation. I had to breathe a sigh of relief. "I'll let you keep the pants for now, but once we get into the woods you're joining me all of the way," she warned me. Of course in my mind I wished her accidental innuendo was what she actually meant. "Let's not wait any longer though. The longer we stay here, the less fun we can have." She was out the door before I could stop her. I knew I had to follow quickly. Beyond not wanting to stay in the bathroom topless by myself, I also wanted to be with her. I went to grab my clothes so I could maybe cover with them for the short run, but I couldn't find them. When I looked out the door I could see them bundled up under Jessie's arm. I hated when she did that type of thing. I knew I couldn't wait for her; I'd have to run topless to the woods like she intended. Part 2 I inched my way to the very edge of the bathroom. I knew I'd have a distance to travel without any hiding. I had both hands on a breast. I knew if anyone saw it would be obvious I was topless sadly. Of course since I didn't hear any whooping and hollering, no one saw Jessie. I knew now was my best chance. I took off at fast speed, trying to not look too much to the side. All I told myself in my head was that Jessie was waiting naked for me at the other side. It's embarrassing to admit, but I think that motivated me more than the wanting to reach cover. Jessie was waiting as expected. She gave me a moment to catch my breath, but didn't give it much time until she asked for the rest of my clothes. How I wished she'd ask for my clothes in a situation that wasn't her silly little games. "Hurry up already, I want to get going soon. We don't want to be out till dark," Jessie wasn't one to hesitate ever obviously. I was able to get my pants pushed down and off. A normal person probably wouldn't just strip on command like that, but I think at this point I might do anything for Jessie with the right amount of push. I did also sort of want to be naked with her here, even if I was afraid. Like usual I stalled at my panties. I have a hard time exposing myself to her truthfully. I'm always worried what she actually thinks. I mean you'd all blush if your pants fell down in front of your crush, right? I always seem to end up naked, but I never get use to it. Jessie isn't totally cruel though. She could tell I didn't want to take off my panties. "Dear, you can keep the panties if you really want to." It's a good thing she did speak up. Another moment or two and I'd probably be pulling them down and off. She spared me the embarrassment. "Time to go have some fun," she said marching off, barely giving me enough chance to get our clothes hidden under a bush. I caught up and crept behind her. I had my hands on my breast again, too shy to just let them bounce around freely. Jessie just had her hands at her sides, so all of her body was offered for me to see, which I honestly couldn't complain about. Although going through the trees and woods was a bit rough at first, Jessie led us to a path. I knew one way would go back into the park, and I was relieved when Jessie chose to go the other way. I didn't know where this path led at all though. All I knew was that we were heading farther and farther from our clothes. All I had on out here were my panties and shoes, Jessie didn't even have panties. I didn't get how she was able to walk so care free ahead of me. She didn't have any way to hide her body beyond diving into the bushes, but she just walked along as if nothing was different. Was I gifted that the crush of my life was happy to get naked in my presence, or do I consider it a curse? I sort of envied her too. I bet if she were in my position, she wouldn't be hiding her breast under her hands. She'd happily show them off. She'd probably also not bother hiding her feelings either. She'd declare them loudly and proudly. I thought about being brave like her. I thought about telling her, but it would be too much. I'm not ready to really tell her about something big like that. I decided if I couldn't tell her my feelings, I could in the very least uncover my breast. That's easier said than done though. As soon as I was able to move my hands down to my sides, I couldn't help but notice that my nipples were poking against my palms. I knew without my hands, more than just my breast would be on show; Jessie would also be able to tell that I was turned on. With a basic reflex my hands were up on my breast again. In the past Jessie has taken note of my hard nipples, she usually jokes about it being cold air, or sometimes attributing it to the exciting situation of being naked in public. What she doesn't know is that they get like that because of her. It's so embarrassing that I get like this by seeing my best friend naked, it really is. "Don't back down, Jessie wouldn't," I told myself. I know it would be embarrassing, but I couldn't hide forever. If I wasn't able to do this simple task, then I'd never be able to tell her how I feel. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and put my hands down at my sides. I took a few steps and then opened my eyes again. Jessie wasn't looking back, so she hadn't noticed yet. I looked down at my own breast, bobbling out in view now. I couldn't believe I was actually able to do that on my own. I was starting to think it wouldn't be impossible one day to reveal more than just my breast to Jessie. "Hey, I think someone is coming our way, should we give them a show?" Jessie asked me. I just looked up and saw up ahead on the path what looked to be people approaching. Between us and them the forest was still thick, so there was a chance they hadn't noticed our naked bodies. I know I wanted to be bolder, but not this bold. My body just reacted and I suddenly pushed Jessie and myself off the path. The first thing I did was crouch down and hide behind a large plant. Jessie was still standing though; she would be far too easy to see there. "Jessie, get down here, you don't want to get caught!" I tried pleading with her. "We'll have it your way then," she giggled as she began to lower herself. I never could wrap my head around how Jessie was Ok with people catching us naked. She always acted so calm in these situations. This would be one thing if she was the only one naked, but she seems to forget that unlike her, I'm shy. I was about to stick my head up to keep an eye out for the hikers approaching, but when Jessie finally settled down, she had chose to squat right behind me, and I mean right behind me. I suddenly could feel her body against mine. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. She was so close to me. I could feel on my back the soft mounds that were her breasts. I could even feel her stiff nipples against my back. Her hands were on my hips for support too, I mean anyone seeing this would find it some sort of erotic embrace. Jessie is far more touchy-feely than a friend should be probably. She could have easily chosen to hide next to me, but instead she just settled in right behind me. I wanted it to mean more, but I knew Jessie didn't mean anything by it. Since we were little she'd hold hands with me as we walked, or gave me hugs when I feeling down. Just another situation or her doing something without thinking about it. Sexually natured thing just don't seem to faze her. I could hear her giggle, finding this whole scary situation fun. I'd probably be shaking, but her body against mine was helping me not think too much about the situation. I didn't even know the two hikers were so close to us until I heard a twig snap probably no more than 10 feet from us. They hadn't even gotten out of site, yet Jessie stood up anyways. I looked around when I felt her moving and was about to yell at her and tell her to hide for a bit longer, but I was cut off when I got a very close look between her legs. "Let's not wait here all day now. We'll get dirty if we just sit around in the dirt," Jessie said holding out her hand to help me up off the ground. Knowing her, she probably didn't know why my face was so red. I slowly stood. I could see the two who passed not too far off, I didn't want them to look back and see us. Jessie though didn't seem to mind the risk as we again were walking down the path. I was hoping that'd be the last time we came across anyone. "We're probably half way there, you ready to ditch the white?" Jessie asked me. I of course wasn't sure if I was ready to fully join the naked hike, I also wasn't too thrilled that we just starting to get to the halfway point, my heart was already stressed out enough. She really did seem to want me to be naked though. I know most of you probably think I'm weak, but I didn't want to tell her no. She wanted me to enjoy being naked with her, and I didn't want to disappoint. I clenched my teeth, I hoped we'd be alone until we were again clothed, and I took off my last piece of modesty preserving clothing. My special place wasn't left out in the air for too long without the soft cotton protecting them. As soon as I had my panties in hand, my hands went between my legs. I know most of you think it's pathetic that I can't let the girl I like, and the girl I've seen naked a lot of time, my own naked body. I'm just too shy though. I don't know what she really thinks of me, what she really thinks about my body. I just blush thinking about her looking down there. Every time she gets a peek my face gets covered in red. We continued our walk, but Jessie didn't leave me alone for long. "Why not ditch the panties? This walk is so much fun when you don't have to worry about carrying something around," she recommended me. "I don't know, it's just I don't want to lose them." I said trying to make an excuse. The truth was though was I didn't want to lose my safety net of cover. "Well then, I have an idea, hand them to me," she asked. I didn't know what she was planning, and without thinking I handed them to her. I made sure to keep my hand between my legs. I blushed thinking about how she now had in her hands my unmentionables. In no time she had my panties tied in a little bundle around her wrist. "A cute little ribbon, wouldn't you say?" she jokingly asked holding her wrist out towards me. I couldn't help but giggle myself, but I was all the same embarrassed knowing that was my underwear around her wrist. I still had my hands between my legs, and the lost of the panties would have been something I'd be Ok with, but I started to think about what her having my panties meant. I knew I was just that much more naked without them, but I also noticed something on my hands. This is really embarrassing to admit, but having Jessie run around naked in front of me and me being naked too is something that is... well it's a bit of a turn on. Well I suppose it's more than just a bit... OK fine! It's what fuels my fantasies, it gets me horny, it is what gets me all hot and bothered! My nipples grow hard, and I get wet between my legs. Even right then and there with my hands between my legs I could feel my own juices. I was very glad that my hands would hide that from Jessie, but then I remembered what was around her wrist. If they had soaked anything up at all, she would know! She was already starting to walk again, but I couldn't move right away. I would be very humiliated if she ever noticed that. I know she occasionally teases me for the hard nipples, but she has never noticed just how far these stunts of hers take me. She would surely think I'm some crazy slut. "You coming?" She asked stopping and waiting for me. She had her same happy tone as usual, so maybe she wasn't able to notice anything. I still worried, but I continued to walk with her. Even with this impending humiliation, I was still aroused. It isn't easy keeping your hands still between your legs while you watch a butt like Jessie's bare bottom bouncing in front of you. The movement and friction of my legs as we walked wasn't helping the matter. I had to be strong though and resist my urges; there was no way I was going to lose control of myself in front of Jessie. Jessie of course didn't have this problem. Sure she seemed to get excited and thrilled on these adventures, but I never seen her lust or anything. She kept her hands at her sides, just enjoying nature. She didn't care what came into contact with her skin, the air, light, or other people's vision. She truly was pure and beautiful. I do feel guilty. I mean she just does this to enjoy herself. All I do is follow along and stare at her body. I don't think anyone else would do any better considering though. Anyways, I suppose me looking isn't too bad, if she is happy to show anyways? Maybe I shouldn't be so shy either. I mean if I ever do want to tell her how I feel, I need to be ready to share my secrets, including my body. She probably wouldn't want to be with someone too shy to show her their body. She also wasn't looking back my way, so it wouldn't be too bad. I then put my hands at my sides, just like her, although I was probably tenser. Now just like her, my naked body was uncovered too. Now if she wanted to look at me, she could. Of course I my hands were twitchy, and once or twice when I thought she was going to turn around they were quick to cover up. Part 3 I couldn't tell very well how long we were out there. I finally got my hands under control, and Jessie even looked back a couple of times and saw my naked body. I didn't see her glance too much, but I know at least once her eyes narrowed in on my hairs down below! The blush on my face was truly something else after that. I thought we were going to make it without any more close calls too, yet my luck wouldn't be that good. Again two people were approaching us. "Quick, we have to hide," I whispered. "Let's just keep going, we'll be fine, trust me," she tried assuring me. Was she nuts!? I never understand how she can just approach people when we're naked. I use to hide every time, but I started to feel too guilty to leave her alone like this. I don't know why either, but I really did feel I could trust her. I know I was going on about trying to be ok with exposing myself, but with these two guys approaching, my hands were clamped over my naughty bits. It wasn't much, but I'd at least have most of my breast and in-between my legs covered up. I still was in awe at how Jessie kept her hands at her side. I saw the shocked expression of the people we were approaching. They stopped in their tracks as they noticed we had no clothes on. Who wouldn't stop when seeing two naked ladies walking down a forest path? I was ready to fall over with how weak my legs felt. I wanted to just run and hide, not get closer to the two guys. I was even more scared when I noticed the two of them probably went to our college, since the one guy who had a shirt on had our school letters. They probably played on one of the teams by the looks of it. Jessie was really Ok with marching our naked bodies past them? I was begging god at this point for them to not recognize us. I would just die if I went to classes having people in class that actually know what I look like naked. "Hey, what do we have here? A special show for us?" Did one of them actually speak? Oh no, I really was hoping this would be like other times and just watch us walk by. We were just walking around them and I was ready to run, but Jessie just stopped and turned around. I would have kept going, but I couldn't leave her. She did say we'd be fine. "No special show. We're just enjoying a nice nature walk," she explained. Oh my god, their eyes were all over us. Jessie got most of the looks of course. She wasn't hiding anything and that probably thrilled these two guys. "Perhaps you can enjoy yourselves with us? We could take you back to our place?" The other asked. Oh god they were hitting on us! "Sorry guys, but we prefer the scenery here," Jessie said, trying to turn them down. "You are right about the scenery here being great babe," I was starting to feel pretty jealous about these guys just staring Jessie up and down and hitting on her. A selfish wish, but I would prefer to keep her naked body to myself. I sadly didn't have the guts that these guys did. I could never make such a bold approach on her. "We could always just slip off the trail if you wanted, I get if you can't wait." Maybe it was just my jealousy, but these guys were coming off as real jerks. "It's not that I can't wait, I just don't want to," Jessie retorted, how she was able to stay so confident while being naked in front of these guys is beyond me. The fact she was naked really didn't seem to affect her. "Oh come on, you can't say you don't want some when you're dressed like that!" One of the guys questioned, but then he started to stare at me. "Also why are you naked if you aren't even going to show the goods?" I didn't like that the attention was on me. I couldn't say anything though. I wanted to tell these muscle headed jerks off, but I just couldn't. "Cause you guys don't deserve to see her hot charms," Jessie said stepping in front of me. Oh my I think my heart nearly stopped. "Well aren't you a little cock tease? Just going to flaunt your stuff around? How about you, maybe you're more up to play?" As he asked this, he pushed pass Jessie and grabbed my arm. Before I knew what was happening he had pulled it away revealing my breast to the pig. I was ready to scream or something; I didn't know what to do. However the grip on my arm loosened as I heard him groan in pain. Jessie was again in front of me, and the guy who grabbed me was now lowering to the ground, his hands over his groin. Jessie had just kicked him where it hurt to defend me! "What the hell?" The guys friend said trying to help the other up. "Hope that hurt. You shouldn't have messed with my friend. You should know to keep your hands to yourself!" Jessie then wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we walked off. My heart was practically soaring. I really do think this is love I feel for her... I probably wouldn't even be able to admit that here if it wasn't for what she did. Once we were away from the guys, Jessie again spoke, "I'm sorry about that. Had I known they'd be like that, I'd have kicked them sooner." She was so strong, and so willing to be there for me. There was just so much about her I loved. "Oh no, you don't need to apologize. What you did was so amazing! I mean, I really appreciate what you did there!" I was practically gushing actually. I mean I should have been feeling more humiliated knowing that those guys just saw my breast or that I stood and did nothing that whole time, but all I could think about was how I felt about Jessie. "Don't mention it, that's what friends are for. I wasn't about to let them mess with you," She reassured. She squeezed her arm to give me a hug. I could feel her breast swell up against the side of mine! "Oh, but Jessie I really do want to thank you. I mean you're so great. Pretty, smart, and brave. I mean I really do love..." Oh god, what was I saying! I couldn't go just blurting it out now. I wasn't thinking straight! I couldn't ruin this lovely moment and freak her out. "Love how you handled those guys. I can only hope he'll be hurting for a long time!" I think I covered my slip up well, because the two of us were giggling and enjoying ourselves all the way back to where our clothes were. She didn't touch her clothes, but I was getting my bra and shirt on fast. I knew though I didn't have my panties, so I had to ask for them back from Jessie. "Oh yeah, here you go," she said taking them off her wrist. I took them, and even though I just spent a good amount of time with her naked, I still turned away as I pulled them up my legs. I was getting my pants on when she started to giggle to herself. "What's so funny?" I asked her. "Oh nothing, just I wanted to make sure to remind you to wash those well. I know whenever I have an exciting day like today I end up needing to," She again was giggling to herself. I was again totally red in the face though knowing what she just implied. She did notice their moisture! Even though all the way home I was blushing and humiliated thinking about all the embarrassments in the day, the first thing I did when I got home was strip and lay in my bed. Not only had I spent the day with the pleasure of seeing Jessie naked, not only did she stand up for me, but I also now knew that these little games of her probably lead to her going home and enjoying herself in the same way I was! Although I suppose we each had different reasons to. The End

Maggie's Boring Temp Job bythesecretslut© Maggie's Boring Temp Job Ch. 01 A friend once asked, if I could manifest all the money, I ever wanted what would I do with it. To be honest the first thing I thought of was quitting this stupid temp job and go to school because I really want to learn how to be a game developer and/or graphic designer. I guess that's the problem with this world though, you need money to do the things you want and you need to do some things you really don't want to get it. That's how I ended up at this office. I can't get into really much detail about this place because I don't want the things I'm about to say to lead back to my boss and get me fired and possibly in trouble, so the names of people and business have been changed. I guess I already admitted that a lot of this is true...or have I? If you've read my previous stories you know that I'm this tomboyish, 5'3" little girl with B-cups that those that have seen me in something more form-fitting than my usual cargo shorts and hoodie, look far bigger than they are. I have a pretty nice round perky butt I gained from doing cross country in high school and hope to keep. I also have short hair, which I will never change, even if this pandemic world is making it hard to get cut, as much as I would like. It did grow a little longer for a while and I purely hated it. Anyways, let's start from the beginning. I lost my job at this cool surf retail shop because it got closed due to the outbreak and because of that, my plans to save for college got majorly derailed. The hopes of starting college in the fall kind of got canceled, along with everything else in my life it seemed. I started writing again, trying to find ways to keep myself busy and once the world started rotating at a slower speed than it did before, I found out a job wasn't waiting for me at the surf shop. "You are an amazing worker Maggie, but we are cutting labor and had to keep on the people that had been here longer than you out of loyalty," the manager told me when I called up the store to see if a position was waiting for me, "maybe once things start picking up, I'll give you a call." A month later, the shop was closed, so I don't really see that happening. I had never really been worried about money before, my parents both work and make a comfortable living and to be honest, there really has never been much I've ever wanted, I'm a pretty content person. It wasn't till I figured out what I wanted for my future that it really became an issue and although my parents were totally fine with paying my ticket into college, something in me really wanted to do this myself. Some searching online, a few online job posting websites later, I managed to get an interview with a recruitment company that found a job for me to be a secretary at a local business, we'll just say a paper company for now. This is the part where the main character says, "how bad can it possibly be?" My mom got excited and decided to take me clothes shopping for my new job saying, "my little girl just got her first adult job, I'm so proud of you, you need some professional clothes." The words still make me roll my eyes just thinking about it, not to mention I got this job to make money and all she wanted to do was spend it. I guess I couldn't go in wearing the same clothes I wore at my last job, so that was an exhaustive day of trying on clothes that prove how not girly I am. But that's not the stuff you want to hear, you want to know about the job and what led me to write about it. The job itself is rather boring like you'd expect and because of the state of the world, not much was really going on in that office, and from what I could see, a lot of people were let go because of the empty desks. My role was pretty simple, answer the phones, make copies, run errands if needed, and anything else to keep the office running as smoothly as possible. After day one, I kind of realized that the hard part wouldn't be keeping up, but not letting the boredom get to me. Dealing with boredom is my one biggest weakness; you know how people keep themselves busy so they don't think about the things really bothering them? Well the thing that bothers me, is that I'm usually always aroused. I know most sane people don't admit that, but this is that kind of story and I'm that kind of person and as the boredom grows... my mind goes to some pretty dark places as the sensations in my body sync with the thoughts in my head. The first day went by slowly, being introduced to everyone in the office and all the duties that I was responsible for. My brain felt like it was melting out of my ears at all the people that I was meeting that day, remembering names, backgrounds, and everything they had to do. I met more people on that first day of work than I met my first day at high school. On day two I felt nervous that I wouldn't be able to do it, that I wouldn't be fast enough or smart enough to keep up with the job, but I ended up just sitting around at a desk waiting for the phone to ring. The days felt like they got slower and without having anything to really do or think about, the boredom grew, I never knew boredom could actually be painful. The only thing I could think about was the stories that I wrote, the people that read them, and the things they would say to me. No school to think about, friends that are around, nothing really going on with tv shows to watch, all the entertainment in the world to distract me was now gone. Just my dirty thoughts and feelings were left and with each passing hour grew inside of me pushing everything else out and after more hours of boring torture from this job from hell. The only thoughts left inside my head were my needs for release and the fear that whatever I may do may get me in trouble. I never thought of doing something at work, but on my fourth day, I forgot my sunglasses on my desk and one of the salesmen let me back in because he had a key to the office. He locked it and just told me, "don't worry about the door, it'll stay locked once you leave." "Thank you," I responded watching the door close and went to fetch my sunglasses. I then realized; I was in the office all alone. I looked around and being that there was really nothing of value to steal, they wouldn't really need any cameras to watch over the office space. I walked around the office, truly looking around for the first time without feeling so awkward being younger and newer than everyone else there. When I made my way all the way to the back, I felt isolated and walked into the cleaning closet thinking of some cliché porno with the secretary in the closet and the janitor walks in obviously to help, "wipe her down, plunge her pipes, and other cliché lines..." I didn't know what I possibly could be thinking but my hands started unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse one by one, exposing the boring new black bra my mother had me buy. The door was open and I could almost see into the main office area from where I was standing and could only imagine everyone in there not knowing what I was doing. The blouse slipping from my shoulders and down onto the tile floor below me. I undid the skirt next, unfastening the clasp which was a lot easier than when I had put it on this morning and pulling the zipper down to let it meet the blouse on the floor. There I stood in my first real adult bra and my childish superman underwear that was way more comfortable than the panties my mom got me from old navy. I'm not sure what that says about me, that I prefer my little boy underwear rather than actual panties, but they are comfortable and I've had them forever. There I stood, in the cleaning supply closet, in just my underwear and I knew I needed more. I let my hands slowly trail down from my neck, down over my breasts, down my stomach all the way to my thighs. I leaned back against the shelves, flinching as I felt them tilt and freaked out that I was about to knock everything over. but thankfully didn't. I leaned against the wall next to me and pushed my right hand down into my underwear. I wasn't surprised that I was already wet, I felt that I was wet most of the day. I don't know what was really turning me on the most at that moment, the feeling of doing this somewhere I wasn't supposed to, the fear of someone coming back and catching me, or just knowing that I had become so deprived that I needed to do this. Every sound that I heard, the click of the AC, any creek, tap, a breeze of air, added to my fear, and also intensified my arousal. My fingers started rubbing my clit and I bit my lip and closed my eyes at the sweet feeling I was giving myself. My left hand making its way under my bra and massaging my tits. "Mmmm, ohh, mmmm," I was normally never so loud moaning, but something about the situation just had me so turned on, but then I realized how constrained I felt as well. Without even thinking I grabbed my bra bringing it higher above my chest, exposing my tits completely, my nipples feeling the cold air of the office. I pulled my underwear down, but with my thighs just couldn't get the space I was looking for. So, I just pulled them all the way down to my feet, kicking them away and going back to rubbing myself. I licked my fingers, tasting myself, but more importantly, getting them wetter as I went back to rubbing my clit with vigor. My orgasm was getting closer, the sound of my wet pussy being masturbated, sounded so loud in the quiet office, so loud that I was embarrassed but remembered I was the only one there. With that thought, my legs started getting a mind of their own and started taking me back into the office, my orgasm getting closer by the second. It wasn't long before I realized that I was standing in the middle of the office, surrounded by desks where all the people I had met my first day had been sitting, working, on their computers and on their phones, but in my head were all watching me instead. I could feel their eyes looking at me, some looking at me with disgust, others with lust, and some just in shock not believing that this was really happening. The new temp secretary standing in the middle of the office, just wearing her bra and shoes and fingering her slutty little pussy. I needed to fix that as I stepped out of my shoes feeling the carpet under my feet, which was shockingly soft and comfy to the touch. If I had known that, I would go barefoot at my desk more often. I reached back and unclipped my bra, and threw it towards my desk, missing it by a mile. I went to go pick it up, but decided to sit at my desk instead and grab my phone to take a selfie as proof, not showing my face, for reasons that... well, a few people know about, but that's a whole different story. After putting my bra in my bag, I laid down on the carpet in the middle of the room, legs spread, naked as the day I was born about to have the most intense masturbation session of my life. The feeling of the carpet warm against my bare skin, I let my hands do exactly what I knew what they wanted to do. Teasing my innocent, virgin body as my mind pictured people standing over me, staring down at me. My imagination was getting dirtier and darker the more aroused I became. I closed my eyes and pictured all the men I worked with, most must older than me, standing over me with their cocks out, jacking off as they watched me play with my tits and rub my clit shamelessly naked on the floor. Then I saw them start to move and make way for my boss. I saw him standing there in front of me, looking down at my hand rubbing myself furiously and gave me a motion to come closer and pointed at his cock as if he were saying, come here and suck it. I got up on my knees, still fingering my hot, wet pussy as I imagined myself unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock before taking him fully into my mouth without hesitation. I could only imagine how it would feel plunging in and out of my greedy mouth, gliding over my tongue as he took control, fucking my face instead of letting me suck it myself. He was the boss, after all, he had all the control, I was just the temp secretary hoping to save up to get into college. He held all the cards and, in my mind, he held the back of my head as he rammed his cock down my throat, using me like the slut he knew I was when he hired me. The thought of being used, the feeling of the men around me, the women watching me in disgust, being naked, and doing this all in the office with the fear of being caught. I could feel my orgasm building faster and stronger than I had ever felt one before. Images popping into my head one by one, images getting darker and dirtier the closer I was getting to cumming. The boss fucking my mouth, men getting behind me and using me, fucking me, getting under me and eating me out, taking every hole and each taking their own turn with the new secretary. Finally, I pictured myself, naked, under the bosses desk as he was taking a call, his cock out and me sucking on it like it was perfectly natural and as I could imagine him shooting his load into my mouth I began to orgasm right there, on the carpet, in the middle of the office, gushing all over the carpet. My back arched, toes curled as my left hand squeezed my breast tight and two fingers on my other hand dug into my clit hard. Every muscle in my body felt tense as the orgasm came crashing over me and once it finished, they all suddenly relaxed and I laid flat and limp on the floor. I didn't know how long I had laid there, but what brought me back to reality was when the lights suddenly turned off. Once I was able to get some strength again, I stood back up feeling somewhat embarrassed being naked, the arousal now subsiding and the logic coming back into my brain. I decided just to put on my skirt and blouse so I could get out of there as fast as possible, just holding onto my underwear and making it to my car. When I turned on the car, I realized that it was already pretty late, almost 8:30PM on my car's clock. I guess I was pretty lucky that no one had come back in for something, being there since 6:00PM doing my dirty things. When I got home so late, my mom looked a little perturbed, but I guess I looked like such a mess that she just thought I had been working really hard and her look of frustration turned into a smile. "Working hard princess, or hardly working," my dad laughed, making a very annoying dad joke as I passed him, walking to my room. "Working so hard that I'm sore all over dad." "Hey Maggie," he said trying to get my attention, causing me to stop and turn around to look at him. "Yes, dad?" "I'm proud of you, so mature, working so hard to pay for school, but you know, we always have your back." I smiled, but the image of what I had just done a little while ago popped into my head causing me to blush, doubting that was really the mature thing to do. The embarrassment causing a drop of wetness to casually make its way down my thigh. "Thanks, dad, it's not too bad, just doing the adult thing I guess." He smiled and I made my way quickly into my room, shutting the door behind me. I don't know what it was, but something definitely felt different about me, like I was more vulnerable now, still naked, even though I was completely dressed. Like the world could see right through me. Like everyone knew my secret. I did my best to try to get it out of my head, taking a hot shower to calm my nerves, having the dinner my mom left for me afterward, and getting to bed early to survive another boring day at work, probably doing nothing again, but waiting for the phone to ring and fighting off the boredom that consumed my mind. My dreams didn't help one bit, I had dreamt that night that I had gone to work, as usual, answered phones, done copies, one of those normal mundane dreams that you usually have, until you realize that you are completely naked. Except instead of everyone pointing and laughing at me, they just went along their day as usual, like it was perfectly normal. Yet, I felt so embarrassed and exposed that they could all see every inch of me. The thoughts and feelings of how much they could see flooding my mind and filling my body. The displays I must have put on as I bent over the copy machine, squatted down to fix a jammed paper, walked around from desk to desk handing out mail and forms that had arrived, and every single person who had passed me coming into the office to see the temp secretary naked and smiling, obliviously, at her state of undress. "Maggie! Come here please!" I heard the voice of my boss yell out at the back of the office. I ran to go see what he needed and there he was, sitting on his desk, completely naked as well and his cock was so huge it startled me awake. "Maggie! You're going to be late for work!" It was my mom yelling at me from the kitchen and I looked over at my clock to realize I had only slept 5 minutes past my alarm. I don't know what had gotten me worked up more, the final vision in my head of my boss calling me into his office and what I saw, my mom freaking me out that I may have been really late or, "mmph," a moan escaped my lips. Still groggy I didn't realize the state I was in. My hands had made their way under my pajamas rubbing my nipples and clit, for how long, I didn't know. All I knew was my nipples were rock hard and sensitive and both my pussy and fingers were soaking wet. However long I had been doing it, I was not being delicate as I normally was with myself, it felt almost, rough and passionate without control. My hands had a mind of their own and the way they treated me, were like them telling me, this is how a slut should be treated. I got out of bed, rather uncomfortably feeling like a sticky, wet mess and looked back down at my bed blushing as I saw a small wet stain on my sheets where I had been laying. I made my bed, stripped, and jumped into the shower getting ready for the day ahead. I had decided on some black leggings and a black blouse that my mom got me shopping before I started. The blouse came almost down to my mid-thigh because I was so short, almost like it was a dress and my mom claimed leggings were the new professional look. I had never worn them really before; they were like the warm-up pants I used to wear for cross country in school but were tight against my skin. The tomboy in me did the best I could to do with my hair and makeup, but I still came off looking like a little kid in my opinion. I guess that was the best I was going to do. When I made it to the office, I felt, well, guilty, especially when I saw that I had left a stain on the carpet where I had been masturbating the previous night. I blushed hoping no one else would realize what it was or who left it, but images started rushing back into my head of me, naked, rubbing my pussy and seeing all of my juices gushing onto the floor under me. How did I not realize how wet I had gotten carpet? I could feel myself starting to get wet, not sure if it was from the guilt, people possibly knowing what it was, or even if someone knew that it was me. It was a good thing I was wearing, "shit," I said under my breath, hoping no one had heard me. I was so out of it this morning that I actually forgot to put on underwear. How could I be so stupid that I actually forgot to put on any underwear? The blouse now felt thinner than it did before and every step made me self-conscious of how my breasts moved, that someone may notice that I wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't even think if the material was sheer enough that they could see my nipples, which were starting to get hard. The leggings felt much tighter than they did before and felt like they were digging into my pussy, I could only imagine the possible camel toe that would be showing if this blouse hadn't been long enough. I decided to just sit at my desk, hopefully sitting there would not make me feel so exposed. But that wasn't true, my mind was making things much worse than they actually were, as I sat in my seat I could feel every fiber of the cheap cloth touching my skin as it felt like I was wearing absolutely nothing at all along my ass, the bottoms of my legs and my back as I sat back into the chair. The feeling getting me even wetter, my nipples harder and more sensitive rubbing against the fabric of the blouse. The fear mixing in with arousal, almost confusing my mind and body, not knowing whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. My right hand laid on my thigh and a part of me just really wanted to touch myself so badly, right there, right then as I bit my lip thinking if I could without being noticed. "Hey Maggie, I need 100 copies of these, correlated and stapled," one of the salesmen said as he plopped some papers onto my desk and walked away. "Yes sir," waking me back up to reality. I immediately took the pages and went to the copy room, holding them to my chest, hoping to hide my hard nipples if they were actually showing. I know I should have gone to the restroom to check, but I was too afraid of the actual reality of my situation and thought if it was really as bad as I thought, how could I handle going through the rest of the day. Maybe if I was ignorant, people wouldn't notice or think I was doing it on purpose. I mean I wasn't doing it on purpose, why would I come to the office, almost naked, exposing myself, feeling these leggings rubbing against me as I walked, making my thoughts even hornier, and making everything feel more and more intense. It felt like I was actually going to have an orgasm, just from walking around the office without even having to touch myself. I couldn't help but think about the people I was walking past, hoping that it wasn't obvious by the look on my face that I was getting off. When I finally got to the copy room, my heart was beating so fast and I was breathing so hard you'd think I just ran a sprint. I put the papers into the copy machine and took a moment to catch my breath, my nipples were so hard they were almost painful. I finally got the courage to reach down and feel how wet I was. I moaned as my fingers grazed my cloth-covered pussy, I was indeed wet enough that I could feel it through the material of my leggings, and as I pulled my blouse up to see how bad it was, I could finally tell how deeply they were digging into me, it would have been so embarrassing if anyone had seen. It was the very first time I had experienced having a camel toe. "Something wrong with the copy machine again," one of the other women came up behind me, sounding frustrated. "Yeah, there was a jam, just fixed it," I tried saying as normally as possible, letting my blouse drop back down to cover me, hoping she didn't notice. I didn't dare to turn around and look at her, instead I just set the number of copies and stared at the copy machine as it did its work. With the awkward silence, I finally asked, "so how is your morning going so far," only to be met with silence. I turned around to see that I was all alone again in the copy room, that she had come and gone and I hadn't even noticed. I turned back not realizing how close I was to the machine bumping into it, I could feel the vibrations of the machine against my body and had a very dirty idea. I was barely tall enough on my toes to rub my pussy against one of the corners of the machine, letting it dig into me, the edge finding my clit, the vibrations weren't that strong, but with how sensitive I was, it may as well have been a vibrator. I was getting so close, when the machine whirred down, the number of copies having been made. Leaving me needing release, I tried to rub myself into the edge, but with my height, it was hard to get the force I needed to get off and it was just leaving me more frustrated as I was clumsily dry humping the copy machine. I had to stop as I heard footsteps starting to get close. "Hey, I heard the copy machine might be giving you some problems, need any help," it was the guy who had asked me for copies before. I finally got a good look at him, I'd have to say he about in his mid-'40s, 5'10", not bad looking and looked pretty in shape for his age and, damn, he was wearing a wedding ring. A part of me couldn't help but imagine what his cock looked like, being on edge, aroused since this morning, just having a failed orgasm, my mind was definitely in a very dark and dirty place. "I know exactly what you could help me with," I said in my mind. I could picture myself getting down on my knees in front of him and pulling his zipper down, fishing out his cock to suck on it before he could even protest. Would he protest if I wanted to suck on it, or would he just let me, like it was perfectly normal? I hoped he would lose control and bend me over the machine, pull my leggings down and start fucking me right there, face pressed up against the scanner, copy after copy of my lust-filled face taken over and over again. Then lifting me up and sitting me on the machine as he continued, pictures of my ass and pussy being copied with his cock going in and out of me. "New girl? You ok, it's ok to feel overwhelmed," he put his hand on my shoulder. "Oh! Sorry, I tend to just daydream from time to time," I said blushing feeling embarrassed at what I was just thinking. "It's ok, a lot of us come into the copy room to take a mental break, and you've only been here a few days, I bet your brain is about to melt with all the stuff we shoved into it." Shoved into it, the words echoed in my head imagining his cock in my mouth again. I could almost feel his hands at the side of my head as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and down my throat, I wanted to taste it so badly. "Here let me show you a few things," he pointed down, opening a panel in the copy machine. I bent over, looking into the machine as he pointed out the parts, ink, places where it could jam, ink bin where the extra ink goes during copies, all the time I didn't think of the display I was putting on. Bent over like that he could have easily looked down my blouse, maybe even seen I wasn't wearing a bra. Not to mention the view I was probably giving from behind if someone had walked in. I was a hot, wet mess and my heart was starting to beat rapidly again, as he turned to face me, I stood up not knowing if he saw anything or not. To be honest, I wasn't sure if he had, it's not like I was going to ask him and I doubt he was going to say anything. Nowadays, any word like that could get someone in trouble and probably be seen as sexual harassment, and for all he knew I was one of those natural girls that refused to wear a bra. I tried to console myself that even if he had seen something that I wasn't going to get in trouble. Oh my god, did he see? Did I want him to see? Was I getting that bad that I actually want to be exposed to someone, was it the arousal that was making me feel like this, or was it always there in the first place? It was more than just wanting my body exposed, I wanted him to know, I wanted him to fuck me. "Well, if there is anything else you need, just let me know, we're all here to help," he said as he walked out and back to his desk. I don't know what drew me to do it, but I undid a button at the top of my blouse, it didn't show any cleavage but it did make it a bit more open from the top. A part of me knew I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't stop myself, I did it without thinking and on pure desire and it made me tingle feeling the air circulate more through my shirt. I grabbed the copies and brought them to him, I didn't even know his name. I had them hugged to my chest covering myself, when I had to put them on his desk, it almost felt like I was exposing myself, like the shirt wasn't even there at all. I tried to act as normal as possible as I put the papers on his desk. In my head, I could just imagine being completely topless and my bare breasts on display for him, the papers being the only thing once covering my nakedness. "Thank you, Maggie," he said with a smile. "If there is anything else you need, just let me know," I answered and smiled back and turned to walk to my desk, my heart feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest. The rest of the day went by pretty fast for being so boring, I just had to answer a few calls, no more copies were needed and the office seemed very dead. The whole time the fire of my arousal burned hotter and deeper inside of me as the day went on. Eventually, during the last 30 minutes of work, I just couldn't take it anymore, and ran to the restroom, and into one of the stalls. I peeled off the leggings and took them off completely pulling my shoes along with them. With my back up against the wall I began rubbing my clit, but the shirt kept getting in the way. I quickly began unbuttoning the blouse, the last piece of cloth covering me, and hung it up on the stall door. Now, completely naked in the stall, got back to work teasing my nipples that had been sensitive all day, wetting my fingers in my mouth and going back to rubbing my clit in dire need of release. Like needing to breathe, being submerged deep underwater, and fighting for the surface for a breath, my urge was that desperate. My orgasm was coming on strong and fast, and it was getting hard to stay quiet. That's when I heard the door open and I bit my knuckle desperately trying to stay quiet, I stopped touching myself, but that didn't matter. The fuse to my orgasm had been ignited and it was only seconds away from exploding. I grabbed the leggings off of the floor and tried desperately to use them as a gag, shoving, of all the things, the crotch into my mouth hoping it was muffling my moans. I bit down hard and pulled on the legs as my body went crazy, all the while tasting myself as the orgasm exploded. After holding off for so long, it felt more like a barrage of orgasms that kept coming one after another. It was torture as I was practically chewing and tugging on my leggings begging for whoever came in to do their business and leave. I nearly collapsed on to the toilet as my legs got weak, the cold porcelain sending new waves of sensations through me and I could only imagine the sight I must have been, naked, exposed, legs wide, chewing on soiled leggings. I was so thankful when I heard the sound of a flushing toilet and then hands being washed. Through one of the gaps, I could see her and as she wiped her hands dry and walked out. I gathered some toilet paper to clean the mess between my legs, but the slightest touch against my sensitive pussy nearly made me cum again. I decided to put on my blouse first, still leaving that one extra button at the top undone, and while I put my leggings on I nearly tripped and heard the unmistakable sound of a rip. Once I got them on, I realized that all the biting and chewing weakened the crotch and tore it open. I tried my best to close it but there was nothing I could do, they were completely crotchless now. Thankfully the blouse covered it up, but now I felt so exposed. My options were to wear them or not, but with everyone probably knowing what I had been wearing them, I had to keep them on. I put on my shoes and flushed, not wanting anyone to suspect anything if I hadn't, then I washed my hands and went back into the office feeling like I was hiding a dirty secret. Every step I took made me nervous that I was going to be exposed, every air current tingling against my bare pussy, every look making me feel self-conscious. When I sat down at my desk, I sat a little too fast and the air lifted up my shirt, exposing me for a second. I was very thankful that the desk was blocking the view of anyone who could have possibly seen. As it finally hit the end of the workday, people started shuffling out of the office and passing by my desk. Having the secretary desk, it was right next to the entrance so everyone got in feet of what felt like my embarrassing shame before they left. Deep down, it felt like they all knew somehow and could see right through my clothes. When the last person left, I decided I couldn't wear these awful torn up leggings anymore and slipped off my shoes and took them off, stuffing them into my bag, quickly putting my shoes back on. Then I had the same dirty feeling I had yesterday and unbuttoned another button of my blouse showing off the top of my cleavage, and as I was about to unbutton another and get naked again in this empty office, I heard footsteps. My boss had just turned the corner walking out of his office, smiled, and waved at me. I wanted to button my blouse back up completely but with him watching, he would have certainly noticed. All I could do was sit there and smile and hope that he thought this was how I was dressed all day. I pushed myself in closer to my desk, hoping he couldn't see my legs, that I wasn't wearing my leggings anymore. if he had even noticed that I was wearing them before. "Hey Maggie, thank you so much for taking this temp job, you've been doing such a great job, I hear nothing but good things from all of my staff about you," he said with a smile standing in front of my desk. "Thank you, sir," feeling a bit embarrassed at the difference in height, with him standing and me sitting, I was hoping he couldn't see down my blouse. I was starting to feel self-conscious and my blouse did feel a little loose in the front. I tried to sit up straight to bring it closer to my body, but with the way I was sitting on it, it started to put a strain on the front, tightening it against my skin, but pulling it down as well that I felt like my breasts were about to spill out of the top. "I think I'm the last one in the office, how about I walk you out." "That's ok sir, I just have a few emails to read and I should be heading home soon." "Nonsense Maggie, how would it look if the secretary put more hours in then the boss, I insist." I turned off the computer and grabbed my bag, taking my time and hoping he would change his mind and leave, but instead he stood there patiently waiting for me. I stood up dreading this moment, the blouse showing off the tops of my breasts now and my legs clearly showing that I was no longer wearing the leggings I had come in with. We walked to the door and I thought I was in the clear when he finally spoke up. "That's a very lovely dress, Maggie," he gave off a slight laugh that confused me, "I'm sorry, I'm trying to be nice but I'm just blind without my glasses and being married so long, I'm terrible with compliments." I gave a sigh of relief knowing now he couldn't probably see how naked I felt. I couldn't believe I was this close to another person and only a thing between me and my naked body was a thin piece of cloth. He kindly walked me to my car and I got in, "see you tomorrow and again, great work." Sitting there, my shirt had ridden up getting in, the fabric only a couple inches under my pussy, just barely covering me, so much of my legs showing, I watched as he walked away and something took over as I began to unbutton the last of the buttons on my blouse watching him walk across the parking lot to his car. I watched him as I began massaging my tits, imagining how close he was to me just moments ago. I let a hand trail down my stomach feeling every exposed inch of skin down to my knee, spreading my legs, eyes never leaving his back, almost daring him to turn around to look. "Imagine if he had walked out of his office a few minutes later, you probably would have been naked, rubbing your slutty pussy, what would you have done then huh?" I said moaning to myself. The reality in my head knows I probably would have hidden under my desk until he would have left, the dirty slut in me wished he would have been practically on top of me before I would have noticed. My blouse slipping down my shoulders exposing even more of me as I rubbed my clit, the wetness of my pussy sounding through the car. Picturing his cock out, his hand at the side of my head pulling me towards it as my mouth opened willingly, taking it while looking up into his eyes. "What a good little slut we hired," the words coming out of my mouth but hearing his voice in my head. I was getting close again, imagining him fucking my mouth as I touched myself, in real life watching as he got into his car. I was on the verge of my second orgasm when his car drove by and honked, my boss waving at me as he drove by. I bit my lip and waved back as I tried to keep my composure as another orgasm came flooding out of me. A man just saw me as I orgasmed, the first ever to see me in that state, whether he noticed it or not. All I could hope was that I was short enough and low enough in my seat that he didn't see the rest of me from the neck down. I took some time to catch my breath, I didn't want to get into an accident and be questioned as to why I was only wearing a blouse. I buttoned it up and made my way home, and that was the end of my first week at my boring temp job.

My First Time byBondiLisa© Chapter One -Caught in the shower Recently, a friend asked me to tell him about my first experiences with sex. Until being prompted, I had not thought about my early experiences for a long time. Once I began, so many memories and feelings came flooding back, I quickly realised that I had much more than one story to tell. Writing these stories has shown me just how much of my sexuality today is a direct result of these experiences, and how much they have influenced my life. My first story begins with my very first experience at 18, it happened one night when my oldest brother, who is six years older than me, had some friends over. They were taking advantage of my parents being away, having a little bit of a party. I was having a shower before going to bed, when one of my brother's friends came into the bathroom, I was mortified, too stunned to say anything. I just stood there staring at him. We had a shower with transparent doors; nothing was hidden from view. I was so surprised that I didn't even try to cover up. It was Grant who had come into the bathroom. I'd had a huge crush on him for as long as I could remember. I was feeling embarrassed and vulnerable, but as I stood there naked and wet, I started to feel something else as well. I was tingling, excited. I'd fantasised about Grant for such a long time, that we would fall in love and get married, school girl fantasies. But here was a man in the room with me, and I was totally naked. At first I wasn't sure what the heat was in my pussy, but being here like this was really turning me on. As I came out of my confused state I realised he was staring at me too. I was a late developer, and my form hadn't fully come to fruition yet, but that didn't seem to stop Grant staring at my breasts, with now very erect and pointy nipples. We stared at one another for what seemed like ages, but couldn't have been more than thirty seconds. Finally, I managed to ask him, "What are you doing in here?" A silly question, obviously, and he replied with embarrassment, "I need to pee." I still wasn't thinking, and I said, "Hurry up and pee, and get out so I can finish my shower." Talking seemed to break the spell, and while he turned toward the toilet, he said "OK, sorry for interrupting you." The sound of Grant peeing snapped me back to reality, and I thought to myself, "What the hell am I doing? I should tell him to get out and use the other bathroom." I didn't though, somewhere inside I was enjoying having him in the bathroom with me, and I didn't want it to end. Now that I could hear him peeing I wanted to see his dick, but he had his back to me. He finished, zipped up and started to leave. The spell was really broken for me now, and I'd realised what the feeling was in my pussy, I was horny, I was wet, I was tingling, and I was having trouble breathing. I think I was already on the verge of orgasm, just from letting him look at my naked body. I wasn't going to let him leave yet. I told him, "It isn't fair that you've seen me naked. To make it even you should let me see you naked too." "No way is that going to happen," Grant said, after seeming to consider it for a moment, leaving me disappointed. "At least let me see your penis." He surprised me by taking his dick out. It was the first time I'd seen one this close, and in real life! Now I was finding it even harder to breathe, and I could tell my pussy was totally wet and my lips were opening. As I watched his erection got bigger and bigger, harder and harder. It was incredible, I stood there naked, transfixed. I really wanted to touch it, to feel it. I'd heard about headjobs from the girls at school, but the idea of having that in my mouth freaked me out, and I knew there was no way it was going to fit inside me. I was tingling all over. "Can I touch it?" I croaked out. He almost stuttered when he responded, "Yes, if you let me touch you as well." I was about to touch a man's dick for the first time in my life. The thought had my whole body quivering, or it might have been the orgasm that made me shudder. And I hadn't even touched him yet! I stepped out of the shower and took his cock in my hand. As soon as I touched it, it seemed to jump at me, surprising me, and I let go. Grant took my hand and put it back on his shaft. I wrapped my fingers around it and realized it was still growing! It seemed huge, it didn't fit in my hand, and it was still getting bigger! I was dizzy, and I came again as I started stroking it, feeling it, squeezing it. I didn't realize I was actually giving him a hand job; I was just enjoying the feel of a penis in my hand. It was hot, and hard, and silky smooth, I don't know how I expected one to feel, but this was perfect. Then I felt his finger on my pussy. He slid one finger into me so easily, I was open and so wet after cumming twice, three times now, because I came again as his finger entered me. This one was even better than the previous two, because I had a cock in my hand and a finger in my pussy. I was almost delirious. Grant pushed a second finger into me, which didn't feel so nice in my virgin opening. He got a little rougher or clumsier as he thrust both fingers deeper into me, which hurt, and broke the spell for me. I came back to my senses, and realized what we were doing, and where. I told him I had to go to bed, and that he should leave and let me dry. After he left, I noticed goo on my hand, and realized he'd cum in my hand! Ewwww, I thought, and cleaned up, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. Once in bed, I masturbated myself to several more orgasms, imagining it was Grant having me, and thinking about his cum in my hand. Now that I was horny again it wasn't gross anymore, I wanted to do it to him again, but this time I would watch and see when he came! This was not only my first sexual contact with a man, but also where I learned that I enjoyed the reaction when people saw my naked body, that I had a strong exhibitionist streak. It was also my first experience with cum, and even though I was a little grossed out at first, it was only a matter of minutes before I realized that I actually liked having cum on me. Chapter Two -Lessons in Sexuality After my encounter with Grant in the shower, I was excited and confused. The more I thought about what had happened the more excited I became. It was exhilarating to remember holding Grant's dick in my hand, and almost overwhelming to think of what may happen next. But confusing as well, I didn't really understand what it meant, and I wondered what Grant was thinking about me. The following day at school I told my closest friend, Stef, all about what had happened in the shower. She couldn't believe I'd held the dick of a man six years older than me in my hand, and made him cum! With a mischievous grin, Stef said to me, "You should have given him a headjob." I said, "I wouldn't know what to do, I'd do it wrong, and he'd laugh at me." Stef told me, "I've never done it either." For all her boasting, she had never given a headjob either. "We should ask my friend Anne what to do, and then Grant won't laugh at you." Somehow, it had become taken for granted that I would give Grant a headjob. I was nervous at the prospect, but becoming more enthusiastic with every passing moment. Later we found Anne and convinced her to tell us her technique. Anne said, "I can't really describe it well, you have to learn what to do by practicing. Basically, you have to take the head and as much of the shaft as possible in your mouth, don't take too much, because it will make you gag. "Lick the head with your tongue, and suck, and move your head up and down, so it moves in and out of your mouth, pressing your lips and tongue against the shaft and head, but not touching it with your teeth. "Make sure he tells you before he cums, it's really gross when they cum in your mouth. "If you like you can watch next time I give my boyfriend a headjob." This invitation astonished me, but Stef answered for both of us, simply saying, "OK". As I thought about it I realized it would never happen. Anne would not have the courage to let us watch, and even if she did, Stef was all talk and would definitely chicken out. After school, Anne invited us to her house, where we listened to music and talked about sex and headjobs. I learned the main reason Anne gave her boyfriend headjobs so frequently was because she was not yet ready to have sex. When she gave him headjobs he pressured her less about sex. When we heard a knock at the door Anne said, "That will be my boyfriend, go behind the screen so he can't see you." I was stunned, I hadn't expected this to really happen, and now it was. Stef and I just looked at one another; she looked just as shocked as me. It was too late to back out now and we both went behind the Venetian screen. We made ourselves comfortable on the floor while Anne left to let her boyfriend in. When they returned and closed the bedroom door they started making out almost immediately. After a few moments of kissing they moved to the bed and their making out grew even hotter. They started by kissing while lying next to one another. He soon slid his hand up Anne's top, after a minute of feeling her breasts through her bra he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Then he slid his hand under Anne's top again, now feeling her naked boobs with his bare hands. They were both moaning and pressing their bodies together. I'd made out a bit with a couple of boys, but nothing like this! At first I was uncomfortable watching, I don't know what I had expected, but I wasn't ready for anything this steamy! As I continued to watch I felt myself growing hotter, I was astonished at myself to realise the show on the bed was turning me on. He took his hand out of Anne's top and slid it up under her skirt, not only did Anne let him do this, she moved her legs apart for him! I was wondering what his hands were doing to her under her skirt. Was he stroking her through her panties? Touching her bare pussy? Finger fucking her? Whatever it was, she was definitely enjoying it, and I was getting hotter watching and wondering. I was wishing it was me on the bed with him, or with her for that matter. Which was a shocking realisation for me, I was so turned on by the sex show unfolding in front of me, I realised that I found both boys and girls sexy! As I was thinking about this, he pushed her top up, and she helped and slipped her top and her bra off over her head. I found I enjoyed looking at her boobs, and I enjoyed watching him squeeze them. Then he moved his hand back up her skirt and she opened her legs even further this time, she looked like such a slut, lying there on the bed and it really made me hot. I was sure he was finger fucking her now, or playing with her clit, she'd rolled on to her back, with her legs spread wide, and I was hoping he would push her skirt up so we could get a view of what was happening. Instead, he started biting and licking Anne's nipples, and mine immediately reacted by becoming rock hard. I looked at Stef next to me, and her eyes were glazed, no doubt just like mine, and I could see her nipples pressing through her top. Another shocking realisation hit me, not only was I attracted to girls, but I was attracted to Stef, my best friend! My attention was pulled back to the bed by Anne's moaning. God, she was cumming, Anne was having an orgasm right there on the bed in front of us. I was so jealous, I wanted it to be me, I wanted her boyfriend to be giving me orgasms, or I wanted to be the one sucking Anne's nipples and finger fucking her, I wanted it to be me causing her to arch her back up off the bed. I was close to cumming too, and I reached out to Stef and put my hand on her thigh, and she put her hand over mine. Her thigh was hot, burning up, and she moved my hand, had me stroking her thigh. I looked at her and I could see in her eyes that the show on the bed was having exactly the same effect on her, she was totally aroused and discovering that her sexuality was not limited to boys either. Again we were drawn back to the bed as Anne had another orgasm, and this time she stopped her boyfriend from continuing, she was totally sated, and I was jealous again, my pussy was burning, and I couldn't stop myself any longer, I started rubbing myself through my shorts, my clit was terribly swollen, and it only took moments for me to have a shuddering, but totally silent orgasm. Stef must have felt my orgasm when I clenched my hand, because she was looking at me and smiling, and then she started rubbing herself under her skirt as well, she looked at me as she masturbated. Within moments she had her own shuddering but silent orgasm. I watched as she came, and a look of complete bliss came over her face, and she squeezed my hand on her thigh convulsively, as her expression changed to a dreamy smile. Our eyes had been locked together as she came, and even though I hadn't touched her anywhere but her thigh, it felt as though I had given her the orgasm, as though I had shared it, and I knew she felt the same. We heard Anne's boyfriend say something quietly, and Anne agreeing. He lay back on the bed, and Anne got on her hands and knees between his legs, giving us a perfect view from the side, as she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and drew out his erection. She couldn't get it out at first, and had to pull his pants and undies down a little, and then it came out easily. It was big and hard, and it stuck straight up in the air. Anne kissed the tip, then let go and reached over and grabbed some tissues. Then she seemed to engulf his shaft, in one go she took half of the length of it in her mouth. Behind the partition Stef and I moved closer together, so our thighs were pressing together, we were still holding hands. We each had our other hand on our respective crotch, Stef under her skirt, which had lifted, or she had lifted, so I could see her hand working her clit through her panties, and I was also working my clit through my shorts. I seemed to be in an almost constant state of orgasm, my best friend, and now that I noticed it, a beautiful girl, beside me masturbating, both of us watching an intense sex show involving another beautiful girl that I was sure would become a good friend after this experience. Stef and I watched as Anne moved her head up and down on her boyfriend's cock. His shaft was wet and shiny where her mouth had been, and once she had it well lubricated she moved her hand up and down on the length of shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth. From the time Anne first took his dick in her mouth he was moaning, and telling her how good it felt, and how much he liked her sucking his cock. It seemed like only moments before he grunted out that he was about to cum, and Anne moved her mouth off his shaft and started stroking the entire length of it with her hand, positioning the tissues with her other hand, only just in time to catch squirt after squirt of cum shooting out of his dick. Afterward, Anne and her boyfriend lay on the bed cuddling, and Stef and I lay back in each others arms behind the partition. I was thinking about the things I had seen and felt. I'd discovered the voyeur in me, I'd enjoyed watching, and keeping it secret and hiding had just made it all the more exciting. More importantly, I had learnt that I was attracted to women as well as men, and in particular I was attracted to my best friend. Chapter Three -Stef and I After watching Anne and her boyfriend I had a very active fantasy life, all revolving around my friends. I fantasised about being with Anne's boyfriend, doing to him what Anne had done, and having him do to me what he had done to Anne. I fantasised about being with Anne in the same way, doing to her what he had done to her, and having her do it to me as well. But most of all I fantasised about Stef. Stef and I had been right there together watching it. We'd shared the experience, and shared the discovery that our sexuality wasn't limited to boys. I'd looked into her eyes as she had cum, and that was a connection that was not easily dismissed. After that day, I often masturbated while fantasising about Stef, I imagined us being together and masturbating again, and I imagined kissing her, and being with her.  Over the next few weeks I would occasionally brush on the topic with Stef, but she was never very responsive. I began to believe that she had been caught in the heat of the moment; that the things we had done and what I had seen in her eyes were due to the passion created by watching Anne and her boyfriend. I was disappointed that she did not feel the same way I did, until one night while watching a love scene in a video; I saw her feelings for me surface again. I wasn't going to let this chance pass. I asked her, "Do you ever think of the day we watched Anne and her boyfriend? Do you ever think of us holding hands?" "I do", she said, filling me with relief that it wasn't just me. "I think about it a lot when I'm alone, when I masturbate," I said. "So do I," she said. "I enjoy remembering the two of us and the way we touched even more than I enjoy remembering Anne and her boyfriend." I had butterflies. I didn't know what to do next, even though I now knew for sure that Stef felt exactly the same way as I did. There were so many things I wanted to do, so many things I wanted to say, but I couldn't do or say anything. My heart was beating so loudly that I could barely hear anything. I think I managed to tell her that I felt the same; that I thought about her a lot, about the two of us together. I'm not sure how it happened, whether Stef started it or I did, but our lips were together, we were kissing. It was a tentative kiss, our lips gently touching one another. I could feel the warmth of her lips on mine, the wetness, I could taste her lip gloss, sweet, strawberry. I was suddenly on fire, my whole body tingling and burning; my heart even louder in my ears. I was kissing a girl, but more importantly I was kissing my best friend. I had no idea where this might go, or what it might mean. All that I knew was that I was kissing my best friend, that it felt right, and that I didn't want it to end. Slowly the kiss became more energetic, more passionate. Our lips opened, our tongues met, gently touching one another. I could feel her tongue on my lips, and it sent tingles down my spine. The feelings spinning through my head were nothing like I had felt for boys, this was the ultimate expression of our friendship, that we could kiss one another, taste one another, experience everything of one another. Our mouths parted more, our lips joined, our tongues seeking gently deeper, our breath intermingled and I could almost taste Stef as I breathed her in. Neither of us initiating the next step, it was instinctive and natural, both of us progressing together. Sensing what we each wanted, our hands were on one another's bodies now, touching, where her hand passed over my body it left tingles. I moved my hand under her top, the heat of her skin on my hand sent fire racing through my body. I could feel an urgency growing in me, I wasn't sure at first what it was, but all of the sensations of our bodies touching, our tongues exploring, were ending between my legs, the urgency was sexual, but there was another aspect as well, touching Stef like this was incredibly erotic, it was turning me on, making me wet and opening my lips, but she was lighting up my heart as well. I moved my hand over her body, finding her boob, squeezing her nipple, eliciting a moan from her, the first sound either of us had made. Touching her breasts was completely different to touching my own, it was so much more exciting to feel the firmness of Stef's boobs, and they were so much larger than my own, filling my hand. I squeezed them gently, feeling them move against my hand. Stef found my nipple and squeezed, sending electricity straight to my pussy, I let out an involuntary moan, and understood why she moaned. This was completely different to making out with a boy, this was not a game with move and countermove, the boy always trying to touch me in more and more personal places, always moving on before I was ready. This was almost the opposite, each time Stef touched me in a new place it was a new excitement, a new pleasure, and I found that it was the perfect place to be touched next. Stef pushed my top up, and realising what she wanted I lifted my top off over my head, as I did Stef removed her own top. This was the first time I had seen her breasts, they were perfect globes, not as small as mine, and her nipples were pointing straight at me, inviting me to kiss them. I leant forward and took a nipple in my mouth, gently sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue, while I squeezed the other nipple with my fingers, and Stef had a hand on each of my breasts. Slowly Stef leaned back into the bed, until she was lying on her back. I continued to gently bite her nipples, running both of my hands over her body, stroking her stomach, her chest, her breasts, and her thighs. As I moved my hand up her thigh to her stomach, my hand was drawn closer and closer to her mound, and I started running my hand up the inside of her thigh and across her mound to her belly button, and back down across her crotch and stroking down her other thigh. After stroking across her pussy a few times, she took my hand in hers and moved my hand to my own pussy, where she had me rub my clit. She asked, "Can we masturbate together?" This was when I noticed she was rubbing her own clit. I agreed easily, simply saying, "Yes." Stef was completely breathless, but managed to tell me, "I want to be with you, but I want my first time to be with a boy." I think I managed to hide my disappointment when I replied, "I understand, I want to be with you too, I'll wait until you are ready." I took Stef's face in my hand and kissed her tenderly, with growing passion, moving my tongue into her mouth. As I was kissing her I moved my hand inside my shorts to rub my clit, and put my other hand on her breast. It didn't take long for the fires to rekindle in me despite my disappointment, especially when I felt Stef pushing my pyjama bottoms down. She must have sensed my surprise, and said, "I want to see you touching yourself." I kicked my pyjamas off, which left me completely naked, and I took Stef's off as well. I enjoyed looking at Stef's naked body, her body was more curvaceous than mine, her hips were wider, her pubic hair was thin and blonde, I could see her pussy lips, slightly open and ready, and her pussy was shining, wet. She smiled at me when she saw me looking, and pulled me to her and kissed me again. Her kiss drew me into the moment again, and I rubbed my clit as we kissed, breathing each other's breath, tasting one another. Her other hand was stroking me all over my body, and mine was moving all over her body. I was on the verge of cumming, and Stef was too, I could tell by the way her breath caught. As I started to climax I moved away from her, I wanted to look her in the eyes as we came, as we had that day at Anne's. Stef took my free hand and placed it on the hand she was using to rub her clit. I moved my fingers so they meshed with hers, I could feel her wet lips on my fingers, it was an amazing sensation, I wasn't rubbing her clit, but I could easily imagine it was me bringing her to orgasm rather than herself. She put her hand over mine as well, and I could feel her fingers on my lips, and I imagined as well that it was her rubbing my clit, not me. As much as I wanted to watch her face as we came I couldn't resist a desire to kiss her. As we kissed we both came, the connection in our kiss making it feel even more like we were making love with one another, not just masturbating together. It was a long time before my pussy stopped twitching with pleasure, and we lay together in one another's arms, feeling our naked bodies touching, kissing now and then, and stroking our hands over one another's bodies. This was my first experience with a girl, and already I could tell that it was completely different to being with a boy. It's not just the physical difference, where a boy is hard and a girl is soft, a boy has a penis and a girl has breasts; it's on a spiritual plane as well, sex with a woman progresses in a completely different way, with a deeper understanding of one another's needs and desires. My First Time Pt. 02 Chapter Four - Flirting and Teasing With each encounter I was learning more about my sexuality, more about the affect I had on people, and my libido seemed to be growing stronger. I was starting to feel sexier, more sexual, and my behaviour began to change as a result. I enjoyed wearing sexier clothes and I enjoyed flirting with boys, especially my brothers' friends. I enjoyed the reactions I got from my brothers' friends, especially my oldest brother's, because they were men, not boys. For the most part I don't think they even noticed I was flirting with them, they just considered me their friend's younger sister; I wasn't really a girl to them. With some of them I did get a reaction, which always made me tingle and encouraged me to be even more flirtatious. I began to hang around more when my oldest brother had friends over and I took to wearing more revealing clothes. In the evenings I would wear just my pyjamas, which were very open and loose, affording views down my top as well as the occasional glimpse up my shorts. Being pyjamas, I naturally didn't wear underwear, making the view that much more interesting I hoped. My pyjama shorts were made of a material which clung to my body despite being loose, showing off my curves. I think all of my brothers' friends gained a very intimate knowledge of what my boobs looked like over the next couple of years, and some had an even more intimate knowledge of my body. Wearing sexy clothes around my brothers' friends made my pussy tingle, especially when I would lean over letting them see down my top. One occasion particularly stands out in my memory. My oldest brother had some friends over and I came to hang out with them. I had a brand new Tamagotchi that I was playing with, and one of my brother's friends grabbed it from me and wouldn't give it back. This evolved into a game of piggy in the middle, with me as the piggy. I wanted my tamagotchi back, I was worried my pet might die, but I wasn't too upset as I was really enjoying the attention and I got to wrestle with my brother's friends. The attention and physical contact were really turning me on, I was enjoying grabbing the boys and pressing my body against them. At some point the tamagotchi was passed to one of the boys, David, sitting in a chair. This was my chance and I grabbed it, I climbed up on him and reached for the tamagotchi, he had it in his hands above and behind his head. As I leaned over and reached past his head my top was completely open, giving him a perfect view of my boobs and very erect nipples. I knew what was happening and was completely shameless, I plunged my chest right into his face as I reached for my tamagotchi, I could feel his stubble on my breasts. This had the desired effect, distracting him from the Tamagotchi, and I triumphantly claimed it back. Once I had my Tamagotchi back I stayed in David's lap and played with it for a while, hanging out with my brother and his friends, while they drank beer and got high. I know David enjoyed having my boobs in his face and having me in his lap, because when I sat in his lap he had an erection and while I was there I could feel it pressing against me and getting harder and harder. While in his lap I found a lot of excuses to wriggle and squirm, moving my arse and pussy against his erection. I was sure he enjoyed my wriggling because if I was still too long he would tickle me, causing me to wriggle against him. I was enjoying the sensation of his erection pressing against me and enjoyed even more that he was encouraging me. I was very aroused, close to cumming; I could feel my pussy twitch again whenever I felt his dick press against me. Eventually my brother told me to get lost because it was late, and as I got off David's lap I put my hand in his lap to keep my balance, right on his erection, and I had a good feel and squeezed. As I felt his dick I came very quietly, I hoped no one could see the wetness in my shorts. I rushed to my bedroom where I masturbated myself to several more orgasms. While there were many occasions when I teased my brothers' friends, it never went any further than sitting in their laps or wrestling, but it wasn't just my brothers' friends that I could tease. Stef, Anne and I would often spend the night at one another's homes, most often at Stef's because her dad was away a lot. We'd hang around in our underwear or pyjamas. Usually Stef would get rid of her brother for the night, which always disappointed me, I loved it when he was there and saw me in my underwear, in fact, I loved it when anyone saw me in my underwear. I'd taken to wearing very brief underwear, not g-strings but getting there, and brief singlet tops. On one of these nights we were in the living room watching movies, we'd changed into our night clothes and we were all just wearing brief panties and little singlet tops. Stef and Anne weren't show offs like me, and would wear more clothes when the boys were around, but when we were alone we would all just get comfortable in our underwear. Tonight was different though, because the boys were home, as we found out when they came into the living room. My pussy was immediately tingling and moistening, my nipples erect. Stef's brother said, "Give me the remote stupid, we aren't going to watch any of your pathetic chick flicks." I was proud of Stef when she answered, "Fuck off, we were here first." Then she asked, pointing at his friend, "What are you even doing here? You're supposed to be at his place." He grabbed the remote and wouldn't let us have it back. Stef and Anne tackled Stef's brother as he threw the remote to his friend, which prompted me to grab his friend. He held the remote away from me and I tried to grab it, but I couldn't reach and he was stronger than me, being a year older and a boy. But I tried my hardest, managing to rub myself all over him in the process. It was fantastically erotic, Stef and Anne half naked and on top of one boy, with arms and body parts everywhere, and me rubbing my whole body all over this boy. I could feel his hands on my breasts, which just made me more excited, I was trying to get my top to lift up so he could feel my boobs without the shirt between us, but I could not make it happen without it being obvious. Eventually I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his hips, pressing my crotch against his crotch. I couldn't be sure but I thought he had an erection, which made me think I was having the same effect on him as he was having on me. He fell over on his back, and I landed on him, straddling him, with our crotches pressing against one another. I was in a total daze, and now I knew for sure he was hard, I could feel his erection pressing against my wet pussy. Stef and Anne were telling me to get the remote before either of the boys broke free, which made mine start struggling. He tried to get me off by thrusting his hips up, as a result pressing his erection into my by now sopping pussy. I knew he was enjoying it as much as me, because neither of us was concerned with the remote for the time being. I was practically riding this boy cowgirl with three other people in the room, this thought combined with his thrusts pushed me over the edge and I came while riding him. After I came I could think a little more clearly, and knew I had to get the remote back. I got my knees on the ground and crawled up him till I was sitting on his chest with my wet pussy practically in his face, the closeness and the possibility that he could smell my mustiness just making me wetter. The remote was in his hand above his head, I could reach it, and as I started to reach out for it, he moved it back down behind me where I couldn't see it. I reached back to get it and felt around, and found my hand on his dick, which made him grunt. He was totally hard. I was shocked and reflexively pulled my hand away. I looked at the others, and they were in the midst of a huge struggle to hold onto Stef's brother, and weren't paying any attention to us at all. I put my hand back on his cock and wrapped my hand around it through his shorts. It was very hard, but not as big as Grant's. I stroked his shaft through his pants and watched his face as I did it. He struggled at first, then moaned and relaxed as he realised what I was doing, he closed his eyes, and I watched him. His expression was completely blissful, as I stroked he began to thrust his hips off the ground, not to push me off this time, but to increase the pressure of my hand against his cock. At the same time I was grinding my pussy against his chest, I was on the verge of cumming again as well. I watched his face as he came, and seeing the expressions passing over his face brought me to orgasm as well. We sat there for a while, dazed, until I remembered the remote. He had dropped it and I grabbed it and got off him. As I got off I noticed a damp patch on his shirt where my pussy had been, as well as a wet spot in his shorts. Once I was off him he got up quickly and left the room in a hurry. Stef told her brother to get lost and keep out unless they wanted to get beaten up again. "What's up? You look like you're stoned," Stef asked. "I just gave your brother's friend a hand job while we wrestled for the remote." Anne was incredulous, just saying, "No way!" "You couldn't have, we would have seen!" Stef said. Then she laughed and said, "You are such a tart, they'll be back to get another beating now." Then I told them the whole story, which seemed to excite them both. After that happened there were rumours about me at school and I realised I had to be more careful. The rumours didn't bother me and were easy enough to stop by telling a slightly different version of the truth. Still, I didn't want everyone knowing my business. Since then I have been a lot more discrete in my adventures. Chapter Five - My First Blowjob After watching Anne give her boyfriend a headjob I was determined to give Grant a headjob at the next possible opportunity, and I knew that I wanted him inside me as well. While Anne gave her boyfriend headjobs to stop him pressuring her for sex, I was excited at the possibility of giving Grant a headjob, the thought of having him in my mouth was very arousing and I often fantasised about it when I masturbated. I hadn't seen Grant in months and when I asked my brother about him I just got a stony silence. I never found out why but I never saw Grant again. I suspect that my brother found out something about what happened in the shower that night and had cut him as a friend. I was crushed, after what happened I had come to think of Grant almost as my boyfriend, and I wasn't sure whether I would ever give a headjob if Grant didn't come back. But there's nothing like replacing one crush with another. While my oldest brother was on holiday from university, he had a friend, Rob, come up for a while. They were going on a trip together for the holidays and Rob was staying with us until they left. Rob had moved away from Sydney to go to university a couple of years ago. I hadn't seen Rob in ages, and when he'd left I had a devastating school girl crush on him. I noticed Rob had changed when I first saw him, he was really big now, he played football for the university team and he'd really filled out. I was so excited he was back and the timing was perfect for me, I decided I would give him a headjob if I got the opportunity. I could have been with lots of boys my age, but I was spoiled by having a brother six years older than me, I knew men and boys simply didn't interest me any more. For the first couple of days when Rob arrived I followed him around like a lost puppy. I overheard my mum telling someone how cute it was that I had a crush on him. I'm glad she thought it was cute, when actually it was anything but! When Rob had first arrived he didn't pay much attention to me at all, but I had softened him up or maybe hardened him up! I used all of my well practiced tricks, sitting in his lap a lot, wriggling my arse against his dick, and letting him look down my top and up my skirt every time I could get away with it. I wore my briefest underwear, wishing for something sexy and lacy, but I wasn't comfortable buying sexy lingerie. And, of course, I brushed my boobs and nipples against him without a bra at every opportunity. Despite all this, Rob continued to show very little reaction to me; no doubt he thought it was cute that I had a crush on him as well. It changed one night when I was wriggling my arse against him, I felt him become uncomfortable, I could feel his dick getting hard under me, and it turned me on totally. Mum called me for something and I didn't want to rush things, knowing he was uncomfortable, so I answered her and rushed off. It took about half an hour to take care of the chores for mum, and when I came back I sat in Rob's lap again. He wasn't hard when I sat down, but after wriggling a little, and leaning over so he could see down my top a few times, I felt him get hard again. This time he didn't get uncomfortable or push me off! I stopped wriggling and just moved around a little, enough so we could both feel his erection pressing against me, but not so much that people might realise what I was doing. I knew Rob was enjoying it because his dick was really hard now, and pushing against my arse. As always, my brother kicked me out and I went and showered. I was hoping Rob would find me just like Grant had, but no such luck tonight. I went to bed and fantasised about Rob, remembering how his hard cock had felt pressed against me, and masturbated until I came and could finally sleep, exhausted. In the morning I waited until Rob went into the shower and went in after him, since he wasn't going to come to me I went to him. He cried out in surprise, "Hey, I'm having a shower, get out!" He had soap all over him, with a lot of soap on his erect dick, which was standing straight up in the air. I think I had caught him masturbating, and wondered whether he fantasised about me the way I had about him last night! "Sorry, I hadn't realised you were in here." Trying to distract him I asked, "How did you get so muscular?" "Working out for football," he said. "You have to leave. How would you feel if I came in for a chat while you were in the shower?"  That was exactly what I wanted, but I couldn't tell him that, instead I said, "Well, I guess it would be OK, it would make us even now that I have seen you naked." Surprised, he asked, "What?" I repeated myself, "I've seen you naked and it would make us even if you saw me naked." He seemed a little confused by my logic, so I took the opportunity to chat for a few minutes about other things, asking him about life in Canberra, and trying not to stare too obviously at his erection. I wasn't going to leave until he knew that I liked seeing him naked, hoping this would encourage him to come in while I was in the shower. He stayed hard the whole time, and he never once tried to cover himself from me, so I knew he liked me being there as much as I did. A little later I had a shower, I was hoping Rob would come in, but I was disappointed. That night, I couldn't wait until the usual time for my evening shower; I was too excited at the possibility of Rob seeing me naked. Tonight I was determined that Rob should come in, and I searched the house for him and my brother. When I found them, I told them, "I'm going to have a shower." My brother gave me a weird look and said, "Why would we care if you are going to have a shower?" I hoped Rob cared and left for my shower. While I was in the shower the door opened and Rob came in. I tried to act casual, and went on showering. I was sure he could hear my heart beating; I was so excited to have him in the room with me while I was naked. "Hi," I said, and continued to wash. I washed my breasts with soap again, because I wanted him to see me touching myself. I washed my bum as well, but didn't have the courage to wash my pussy while he was watching. He looked like he was about to leave, so I said, "You have to stay for as long as I did or we won't be even." I was surprised, but this worked, and he stayed, and we chatted as if nothing unusual was happening. Something was happening though, I was tingling all over, my pussy was on fire, it was completely wet and I could see an erection pressing against his pants. I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. I was too scared to say anything now in case my voice quavered, I was standing right in front of a man, completely naked, he had an erection and my pussy was burning, it was torture, I wanted him to grab me and have me right there! Instead, I asked him to pass me my towel, which he did and then he left. My God! My whole body was quivering, I was right on the brink of orgasm and masturbated right there in the bathroom, I didn't have time to go to my bedroom. I went to my room and put my pyjamas on, and hung around hoping Rob would have a shower. Eventually, he did and I waited as long as I could and went in. I caught him masturbating again, and this time he still had his hand on his dick, which immediately set my pussy on fire all over again! I asked him, "Do you think about anything when you masturbate?" "Yes," he answered. "Sometimes I think about you naked in the shower, and sometimes I think about you sitting on my lap." I couldn't believe it, he really was fantasising about me! "Can I watch you do it?" I asked. He started masturbating again, I was ready to cum again, it was intense watching a man masturbate, knowing it was turning him on that I was there and that I was watching. I opened the glass door so I could see better, and went on watching. After a few moments, I asked, "Do you mind if I do it?" "OK," he answered, and moved his hand away from his dick. I reached in and put my hand around his shaft, it was so hot when I touched it, and God I was so wet. I knew that everything was going to happen soon, that the cock in my hand would soon be in my mouth and soon be in my pussy. Knowing that, and feeling his erection in my hand I came. I think he mistook my orgasm for hesitation and he took my hand in his and started me stroking my hand up and down the length of his shaft. He took his hand away and I was wanking him on my own, this was the first time I had had a naked dick in my hand, my first real hand job. I was hot; I was cumming constantly, wanking a man in the shower. He started to breathe hard, and let his head fall back, and let out a long low moan. He opened his eyes and took my other hand, and put the palm over the head of his penis and moved it around in a circular motion. He moaned again and let my hand go, closing his eyes, letting his head fall back again. His expression was rapturous; it made me cum again seeing the effect I was having on him, seeing that he enjoyed my hand job so much. Then he let out what was almost a growl and shot his hot load on my hand, it seemed he would never stop cumming. When finally he did stop I pulled my hand back and wiped his cum on my pants, I wanted his cum near my pussy. I kept rubbing the head of his dick with my other hand, and it twitched with each stroke, a twitch that seemed to run through his whole body and cause a little grunt each time. Later, Rob found me, and said, "We can't see each other in the bathroom anymore, we'll get caught. And you can't sit on my lap anymore either, people will know something is going on with us." I was devastated but managed to say, "Mum already thinks I have a cute little crush on you. No one will notice anything except that." Rob replied, "It's different now, people will notice because we both like it so much." I was crushed; this destroyed all of my plans. I wouldn't be able to give him a headjob or have him inside me. I went to bed and cried and masturbated and cried and masturbated again, thinking about how his dick felt in my hand and what it had been like when I made him cum. The next day I did not even see Rob until late that night, and when I did see him I just went to bed and cried. I wasn't even in the mood to masturbate. I woke up at about two in the morning, I was horny again and I was mad that I wasn't going to be able to do the things I wanted. I was thinking about boys my age, that I may have to settle on one, and deciding which one, but that made my mind up for me, I wanted Rob, I wanted a man. I got out of bed and went to the games room where Rob was sleeping on the sofa bed. I moved the sheets off him, he was sleeping naked, which was fortunate, and I started stroking his flaccid penis. He didn't wake up right away thank god, as I needed a little time to work up the courage to put his dick in my mouth. He was moaning now in his sleep, possibly having a dream that matched me stroking him. I expected him to wake at any moment, so I put his penis in my mouth, it wasn't fully hard yet and I could get it all in easily. I stroked the end with my tongue, like I had with my hand in the shower, and I sucked gently. I could feel it growing in my mouth; it was an incredible sensation, sending tingles straight down my spine to my pussy. Rob woke up then, he didn't say anything for a few moments. "What are you doing?" he croaked. "Shhhhh", I said, and returned my mouth to his cock. As his dick grew in my mouth, I could no longer take it all, and it just kept getting bigger and bigger, until I could only take the end. I tried to move my head up and down like Anne, but I couldn't take much more than just the tip, it was so big. I stroked the length of it with my hand, which felt good. We had to be quiet so we didn't get caught, and I didn't want to stop anyway, so I didn't get a chance to tell him to let me know before he came. After just a few minutes of me sucking him he came, I felt his dick pulsing and shooting cum into my mouth. I didn't think he'd ever stop cumming, my mouth seemed completely full of his cum, and I had to swallow several times to get it all down. I kept sucking the end of his cock until it got small in my mouth and he stopped twitching, then I got up and left. Having Grant cum in my mouth wasn't nearly as bad as Anne made out, his cum was salty, a bit yucky, but gone once I'd swallowed a few times. Feeling his cock jerking in my mouth as he came more than made up for the taste, and I knew I would do it again. I enjoyed giving Grant a headjob, feeling the muscles in his legs and stomach tense as he came. Chapter Six - Losing my virginity After I'd given my oldest brother's friend Rob a headjob, I went back to my room and got into bed. I was totally turned on, my first headjob hadn't been like I was expecting at all! I had been scared I wouldn't like it, and Anne had told me it was gross to let them cum in your mouth. But it wasn't and I loved doing it. I loved hearing Rob's soft moans, I loved the way he thrust his hips off the bed toward my mouth, the way he was totally lost in what I was doing to him. I didn't even mind when he surprised me and came in my mouth! I just swallowed it and that was more or less that! As all these thoughts went through my head I masturbated furiously, cumming again and again. I could still taste him in my mouth, it was a strange taste and made my saliva thick. I thought of brushing my teeth, but I wanted to go on tasting him and remember the feeling of his dick in my mouth. Every time I thought of that I had an intense orgasm, racking my whole body. My door opened, shocking me. "My God," I thought, "Whoever it was must have heard my last orgasm". But it was Rob, and I didn't mind if he heard me cumming. He came to my bed and kissed me, and we made out for ages, then he started masturbating me. It was so much better than when I did it myself! He didn't get just the right spots like I did, but it was Rob, a man was touching my pussy for the first time in my life. Again, I came just thinking about it. He was stroking my clit with his finger, sending lightning through my whole body. I pushed my hips off the bed at his hand, never wanting it to stop. Then I felt a finger from his other hand at my opening, entering me, his finger was much thicker than my own, and I felt my pussy opening to let him penetrate me, welcoming him. I was so wet there was no resistance at all. Maybe he did know all of my spots, at least enough to send me right over the edge to another shattering orgasm. When I returned to Earth I said, "I want you to make love to me." "Yes," he said. "I want to make love to you as well." He moved my legs apart and got on top of me on the bed, I was so nervous, I was so excited, it was really happening now, I wanted to squeal, but I had to be quiet. I was quivering, I knew just how big he was after having him in my mouth and hand, and very soon he would be inside me. I almost came again just thinking about him inside me! I had no idea what to do now, how to help him or if I had to do anything, I lay back and let him do what he had to, to have me. He put his hand between my legs and found my opening and guided his erection into me. It wouldn't go! I was so wet, my pussy was so open, inviting him in, but it still wouldn't go, and it hurt. I didn't care about the pain, I wanted him in me. I was about to cry, and I said, "Am I too small? Aren't we going to be able to do it?" "We can still do it," he said. "We just need Vaseline. Do you have any?" "No, we don't have any" I said. I was really about to cry now, but then I remembered mum kept some with the medicine for when we got colds. "I think I know where this is some," I said. "Stay here." I ran out to get it. On my way back with the Vaseline I realised I had no clothes on, in my excitement I had forgotten to dress! When I got back Rob laid me back on the bed, on a towel, and took some Vaseline and spread it all over the lips of my pussy and a little inside, he put the rest on his dick. As he went to get more, he stopped and looked at me. "Can you take some and spread it over my dick?" he asked me. I did, and I enjoyed running my hand over his dick again. I lay back down, and Rob opened my legs again, moved on top of me, and used his hand to guide himself into me. OH MY GOD! It felt good! I could feel myself opening wider and wider as his erection moved into me. It was hurting a little as he pushed through my hymen. It was stretching to let him enter me. The pain increased slowly until all at once the resistance stopped. At first it felt like something had been split and he stopped and asked if I was okay. I told him I was and asked him to keep going. Then he eased back into me, slowly and gently moving in and out of me, not entering too far. It hurt, but the pain lessened with each stroke, and at the same time it felt fantastic as well. He asked me if it still hurt, and I lied and told him it didn't. It didn't hurt too much and I didn't want to worry him, I knew it was just because it was the first time. Believing it didn't hurt any more he eased further and further into me, filling me up, opening me, stretching me, I could feel how big he was in me, I could feel my tight pussy stretched around his dick. He was probably much too big for a first time, but it felt so good having him in me. Eventually, I could tell he was all the way inside me, and he changed our position. He moved my legs around his back and told me to hold him with my legs, he put one arm under me around my shoulders, and his other arm under me around my hips, and then somehow he lifted me off the bed while he was still lying on me. God, I was completely helpless in his embrace, my legs spread and wrapped around him, opening my pussy as wide as it could go, but even like this it still gripped him tightly. I was completely immersed in him, he was all I could see, all I could feel, all I could smell or touch, it was totally amazing. And then he really started! Slowly at first, he moved in and out of me, further and further with each stroke, until he was almost withdrawing completely and then pushing deeply into me, deeper and deeper with each stroke and faster and harder, until he was really fucking me, thrusting forcefully all the way into me with each stroke. God, I wanted to scream in ecstasy, I could just barely keep quiet. I had to bite down on his chest to stop myself from screaming. I came and I came and I came. Somewhere in the middle of it all I said, "I love you." "We are making love," he said, "But we aren't in love." Suddenly I thought about getting pregnant, and said, "Don't make me pregnant." "Don't worry, I'll pull out," he told me. I was reassured that I would not get pregnant, but I was sad that we weren't in love. It didn't matter for long, as I couldn't keep a thought for more than a few seconds and my sadness passed quickly with the sensations inside me. I couldn't stop cumming, I was helpless and exhausted. "It feels fantastic inside you," he said. "You're the best I've ever had." Sometime later, minutes, hours, forever? He let me back down on to the bed and pulled out of me, he straddled me and took my hand and had me masturbate him again. He seemed to cum even more now than in my mouth, I didn't think it was possible but somehow he did. He covered me with his cum from the first shot on my chin and neck, all the way down to my stomach.  I wanted to leave the cum on me, I thought it could just stay, that if it stayed this wouldn't really be over, but he scooped some up off my boob with his finger and put it in my mouth. I licked and sucked the cum from his finger and then he took my hand and had me scoop some up with my own finger, and I licked it off my finger. I didn't need further prompting, I knew he wanted me to wipe his cum off me and eat it, which I did happily. He would point to some and I would scoop it up and eat it. I was on another plane entirely, even though he hadn't been in me for a couple of minutes my pussy was still twitching and sending shivers up my spine, in this state I enjoyed eating his cum and was sad when I had scooped the last drop into my mouth. All in one night I had given my first headjob, lost my virginity, and learned to like the taste of cum. Even though I had had my hopes of love dashed I'd learnt that it was possible to make love to someone without being in love with them, that sex and love were two very different things. I hoped to make love to Rob like this every night for ever, even if we weren't in love.

Memorial Day Barbeque Strip by Nrlynkdbabe© A few weeks before Memorial Day Weekend I received a call from my friend Sam (Samantha) inviting me to a barbeque at her house Saturday afternoon of the holiday weekend. As with most of my friends Sam is aware of my habit for ending up naked, but she has only had the opportunity to see this happen once. That time was among friends and not in an overly public setting. Although she doesn't doubt my adventures she made it known that she would at sometime like to see me in action. Sam explained that her barbeque would be adults only and her backyard was such that although not completely private it is somewhat secluded and her neighbors would all be in attendance that day. Sam has confided in me that the thought of exposing parts of her body or being naked in public is something she has fantasies about but could never do in reality. She is very cute, just about 5'2" and 32B-22-33. I have never seen her topless but her boobs are very perky and she can easily go braless if she chose to do so. She is a brunette who keeps it short but sexy with brown eyes. Sam although on the shorter side has great legs and often wears miniskirts but never without panties. So it seems that Sam would like me to liven up the party by somehow losing my clothes. She said she has told most of her guests about her exhibitionist friend at some point, but she has not told them her naked friend is coming to the barbeque. She just said her friend Nikki is coming and she wants me to devise a plan and put it into effect at the party. I suggested arriving shortly after everyone else and walking in naked but Sam wanted me to prolong it and build up to total nakedness. Being the attention whore that I am I loved this idea because I could try and keep the attention on me throughout the barbeque. I love to tease and flash so I was looking forward to this party. My idea was to arrive dressed in typical summer wear and after a little while appear to accidentally flash a little and then slowly begin losing articles of clothing. I wanted to be sure I ended up totally naked in time to spend a few hours that way before the barbeque ended. After many outfit changes, checking myself in the mirror to see how each outfit looked, how revealing it was and how easy it would be to "accidentally" flash I made my choice. This would be a rare occasion because I was going to wear panties which I rarely do anymore. My outfit would consist of a button-down blouse with a miniskirt and panties. The blouse and skirt were both made of lightweight material. The skirt was a very pale blue with buttons down the front which I would wear with the bottom two buttons open so that the skirt would open to expose more legs when walking or sitting. The blouse was white which would be worn with only two buttons buttoned and I would tie it at the waist. I chose a nearly sheer navy blue thong and wore no bra which allowed my areola and nipples to show faintly through my blouse. I saw that in the right light the thong was slightly noticeable through the skirt especially in the back and when I sat I could easily give a flash of my thong without being overly obvious. The skirt was not one of my shortest but it did end about 6 inches above my knees and I showed a good amount of leg with four buttons closed. I was anxious for Saturday because the thought of teasing and flashing a group of strangers, both male and female excited me. I would arrive at the party looking pretty much like any other female at a barbeque but as the day progressed I would show more and more of myself. I didn't tell Samantha what I planned to do but I said that her guests should see a lot more of me by the end of the party. I seem to end up naked rather quickly anymore and so this will be a treat for me and will certainly keep me and hopefully many others aroused. I arrived at Sam's and could see when she looked me up and down that she was a bit disappointed by my somewhat conservative attire. "Nikki, so glad you made it." Sam said followed by a kiss on the cheek. "I was kind of expecting to see more of you." "I expect you will see more if your sure everyone will be alright with it." "A few know about your hobby and everyone else I know will love it." Sam said with a grin. "You could go put your clothes in the bedroom and come outside naked." "Thanks Sam but then it will all end too soon, I want to make this last." I said with a sly grin. Sam took me outside to the patio where there were a about 6 or 7 people sitting around chatting. There were two couples or were neighbors of Sam's, a female friend of hers from work and a couple of guys she introduced as friends from her college days. I was told there were another half dozen or so people coming, a few females and the rest guys. The backyard was as I remembered it, not secluded but not wide open either. I took notice of where the sun was so I could be sure and stand where it would work to my advantage. Not long after my arrival the rest of the guests had arrived and everyone was busy chatting, eating and drinking. I took notice of a few people who kept checking me out, one a very pretty Asian babe with medium length black hair. She was wearing a short skirt showing a nice pair of legs and a halter top accentuating a nice chest. I caught her looking at me and she made her way over to me. "I'm Tian, You must be Nikki?" "Yes I am." "You're the one that likes to be naked?" 'Yep, whenever I can." "I'd like to see that, sometime." She said with a sexy grin I was surprised how this babe was hitting on me and wondered if Sam had told her I'm Bi. Now I knew there was someone else other than Sam that would be watching me throughout the day. The afternoon was enjoyable and I managed to start getting the attention of a few of the guys. I had moved over to a spot where the sun was behind me and I knew that the dark color of my thong and my areola would be quite visible through my skirt and blouse. As I had my back to everyone I undid another button on my blouse. Now the only closed button just below my breasts and the tails tied together were holding my blouse closed. I also opened another button on the bottom of my skirt so a lot of leg would show when I sat down. I saw almost immediately that the newly opened buttons did not go unnoticed, which caused my nipples to stiffen. It was time to up my game a bit and so I chose a seat across from Tian, Sam and a few others and sat down careful not to show anything. I saw how they watched my legs as I sat probably looking to catch a glimpse of panties. I made sure to cross and uncross my legs to keep everyone's attention. After a bit I excused myself and as I was getting up I allowed my legs to open just enough to give all those looking a glimpse of my sheer thong. I went in to Sam's bedroom and removed my thong, leaving it on her nightstand. I opened another button on my skirt so now there was just three buttons holding my skirt together. I stopped by the small bar and made myself a vodka and cranberry before going back to join the others. I had my drink in my hand so when I went to sit I wasn't able to hold my skirt. I could tell by the wide eyed look on Tian, Sam and the others that were facing me they saw I was now bare under my skirt. I don't even think they noticed the tops of my breasts that were exposed as I bent forward to sit. After being sure my lack of panties was noticed by most everyone I crossed my legs which hid my shaved cunt but left lots of bare leg exposed. Sam was smiling as she looked at me with my breasts almost falling out of my blouse and my skirt baring my legs just short of my hairless pussy. It seemed the guys and Tian were all mesmerized watching closely in hopes of getting another glimpse up my skirt. I kept crossing one leg over the other occasionally giving everyone a look between my legs while still having it seem accidental. I had everyone's attention and I was loving it and so I continued to tease for a bit longer. I was not only enjoying myself flashing but also looking at the gorgeous legs of Tian in her short skirt. There was no doubt there was a mutual attraction between us. I had never really been hit on as I was by Tian during our initial meeting. I was still going to follow through with my plan and hoped Tian would appreciate it. My glass was sweating in the heat of the day as the ice melted. I moved the glass to me lips taking a sip and then ran my tongue over my lips as Tian watched. I lowered the glass and let it touch my blouse which left a wet spot right on my left nipple. It wasn't until I repeated it on my right nipple that everyone noticed my blouse had become almost transparent. My nipples and areola were clearly visible now. I was going to feign embarrassment but I doubted anyone would believe it. It looked to me like my wet blouse had caused Tian's nipples to pop and push against her halter top. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part but I hoped it was more than that. I uncrossed my legs letting them part just enough to allow everyone another look before pressing my legs together. The attention from everyone was exciting me and I was ready to lose my clothes but I forced myself to prolong it a bit more. Tian didn't take her eyes off of me, she kept looking at my bare legs and up to my nipples visible through my blouse. The heat of the day was starting to dry the wet spots on my blouse. I needed to do something so I made like there was a bee near me (I really am afraid of bees) and made a quick move with my hand ( the one holding the glass with my vodka and cranberry) to scare it away. This of course caused some of my drink to spill on my blouse. The cranberry juice had been diluted by the vodka and melted ice but it still made a nice stain on my white blouse. I got up giving everyone a nice look at my bare pussy and made my way into the house and into the bathroom. Sam followed me into the bathroom as I looked down at my blouse. Sam of course told me I should take the blouse off so she could spray some stain remover on it and wash it out. I untied the tails and undid the sole button holding my blouse closed. I took the blouse off and handed it to Sam. "You have something I can put on while I wait for my blouse?" "Nikki, don't tell me that my normally naked friend has gotten shy?" "No, of course not Sam, Just didn't want to offend any of your guests." "You will only offend them if you don't end up naked, and I think Tian is more anxious than anyone for you to lose your clothes." Sam said with a wink and a giggle. Samantha wanted to go out before me so she could see the reaction of everyone when I walked back outside topless. I gave it a minute or so and checked myself in the mirror. My nipples were erect and I pulled and tweaked each one before heading back outside. Everyone was facing away from the door when I walked out except for Sam. "You look more comfortable now Nikki." Sam said Sam's words got everyone's attention and they all turned toward the door as I walked out in my skirt and sandals. "Wow" said a man's voice "You live up to your nickname." Tian said with a cute little laugh. "What nickname?" asked one of Sam's neighbors. "Nearly naked babe" Sam told him "Oh my God, you're the one Sam told us about that gets naked all the time." "Yes, that's me." I said trying to contain my excitement. "I've read some of your stories and didn't think they could be for real." Sam's neighbor Lisa said. I was in my glory and from the way my nipples were standing out I think everyone could tell I was loving the attention. I casually walked back over to my chair and sat down. There wasn't much conversation at first as everyone as everyone just looked at me sitting there, I moved to cross my legs and gave a flash which caused Tian to smile. The conversation began to flow again and everyone began asking me questions about my nude adventures. It seemed that everyone couldn't understand how I could be the only naked person someplace and not be embarrassed. I explained that I am more comfortable naked than I am wearing clothes and I am not ashamed or embarrassed but actually very turned on in those situations. "I can see that." Tian said smiling once again. I looked down at my stiff nipples then took each one between my thumb and index finger rolling them then pulling on them just enough to make them stand out a little more. I looked at Tian and she looked me right in the eyes as she sensuously slid her tongue over her lips making them glisten. I don't have much experience with being hit on by females but I was hoping Tian was doing just that. I'm always excited when I'm flashing, topless or fully naked in public. Today there was a heightened level of excitement for me and Tian was the cause. I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to resist the urge to bare all. I myself find it sexy when a female is topless wearing jeans or a skirt, something other than a bikini bottom. I was hoping the others including Tian would feel the same way. I gave a little flash of my bare pussy when I got up to get a fresh drink. I gave another flash when I sat back down. In my mind I decided I would just wait a bit longer before I decided how I would lose my skirt. In the meantime there was food on the grill again and I made my way down off the deck onto the patio in just my skirt and sandals. Tian made sure she stayed pretty close to me and I was happy about it. I didn't know what would happen but I certainly knew what I hoped would happen. My nipples would have made it impossible for me to hide my excitement, but I was happy for everyone to see them fully erect. After eating I wanted to take a stroll out around the yard, so I went back up onto the deck and found Sam. "Sam, I wanted to go take a walk around the yard. Do you think I need to put my top on?" "Nikki, I told you that whatever you wear or don't wear is fine with everyone." Sam said reassuring me. Now I of course didn't need any reassurance I was just playing my little game for the sake of her guests. So off I went walking out into the backyard topless, my boobs bouncing enough to keep everyone's attention. The backyard was pretty deep and I took my time walking around enjoying the sun on my bare breasts and everyone watching me. I was hoping Tian would come out and join me but she didn't. Maybe I was reading something into the looks she was giving me that really wasn't there. I returned to the deck after my walk and sat down to finish my drink. We spent another 30 minutes or so chit chatting and then I heard Sam call me from inside. She was just at the far side of the kitchen near the entrance to the hallway leading to the bathroom and the bedrooms. "What's up?" "Anything I can do to help you?" I asked "No, Just wondering if you were going to a you know, lose your skirt?" Sam asked shyly "Well if you want me to you know I will. I planned on doing it but I was trying to tease a bit." "I think you've teased everyone enough." I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around and saw Tian standing there smiling. She walked slowly towards me and I turned to face her. Her hands went toward the waist of my skirt and she deftly undid the few buttons holding it together and soon my skirt was in her hands. "I'll take those sandals too please." Tian said with a devious but sexy smile. I kicked off my sandals and Tian took them along with my skirt. I didn't know where she put them but maybe she had seen my panties and blouse in the bedroom and put them all together. Tian walked back into the kitchen, took my hand and led me out to the deck. There was silence as everyone realized I was now bare ass naked. I have always said that reliving my adventures while writing them out to post excites me nearly as much as when I actually do it. This one is no exception and because everyone seems to want details I have to be honest. I hope this doesn't offend anyone but I am listening to all of the feedback I get about the adventures I post. I spend most of my time naked at home and so I am naked when I write out my adventures. Many times I find myself needing to stop because I get so excited I need to masturbate or I would never get anything done. So I am stopping here because this adventure is too long to be one part. Also because my pussy is aching for attention and I need to grab my pocket rocket or rabbit while proofreading this part and make myself cum so I can continue. As always your e-mails and comments, good or bad and your votes are always welcome. To be continued Hugs to all Nikki Memorial Day Barbeque Strip Ch. 02 by Nrlynkdbabe© When I left off I was in dire need of an orgasm or I would never clear my mind enough to continue on with my barbeque adventure. Since I was already naked and very worked up while reliving this latest adventure it didn't take long for me to cum. I had my laptop sitting on my desk and so I pushed my chair back and began pulling and tweaking on my nipples causing them to stiffen and standout even more. I moved two fingers along my already very wet slit and then I used my rabbit vibrator (The Jack Rabbit) which vibrates and rotates. I slipped it in slowly as it vibrated and rotated and as it was inserted deeper the ears began hitting my clit. I was so close as I used one hand to work the vibrator in and out and the other to play with my nipples. It wasn't too many strokes before I could feel my orgasm building, then my body stiffened and I began to moan as I began to cum, soaking the towel I sat on. I sat back with the vibrator still in me for a few minutes before getting up. After a soothing shower I was ready to continue writing. I have put the last paragraph or so of the first part below to refresh everyone's memory on where I left off. I returned to the deck after my walk and sat down to finish my drink. We spent another 30 minutes or so chit chatting and then I heard Sam call me from inside. She was just at the far side of the kitchen near the entrance to the hallway leading to the bathroom and the bedrooms. "What's up?" "Anything I can do to help you?" I asked "No, Just wondering if you were going to a you know, lose your skirt?" Sam asked shyly " Well if you want me to you know I will. I planned on doing it but I was trying to tease a bit." " I think you've teased everyone enough." I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around and saw Tian standing there smiling. She walked slowly towards me and I turned to face her. Her hands went toward the waist of my skirt and she deftly undid the few buttons holding it together and soon my skirt was in her hands. "I'll take those sandals too please." Tian said with a devious but sexy smile. I kicked off my sandals and Tian took them along with my skirt. I didn't know where she put them but maybe she had seen my panties and blouse in the bedroom and put them all together. Tian walked back into the kitchen, took my hand and led me out to the deck. There was silence as everyone realized I was now bare ass naked and I was undoubtedly the center of attention. I was in my comfort zone now, I am more comfortable naked among the clothed then they are with my nakedness. I often find that it's the people who are dressed that are embarrassed by my nakedness. I figure I'm naked I expect you to stare at me but most only look for a few seconds and turn away. Tian certainly had no problem looking at me but most of the others seemed to be shy now that I was naked. It even took Samantha a little while to be comfortable with my nakedness. After I had made my naked entrance onto the deck I stood there a minute or two for everyone to get a good look. I went over to the little bar and got another drink before going to sit down. Sam had brought out a towel for me to put on the chair to make it a bit more comfortable for my naked ass. There was really no conversation going on and I thought perhaps my being naked wasn't such a good idea. I knew Sam and Tian were fine with it but maybe the other females had been accepting of me topless but had a problem with me naked in front of their guys. I sipped my drink and waited but the conversation minimal at best. " I think I should go in and get dressed, I think I'm making everyone uncomfortable." I said as I started to get up "No!" Tian said "I mean, I'm sure no one here meant to make you feel that way." Tian said "She's right, please don't feel you need to get dressed." Sam's neighbor Tricia said Everyone chimed in and asked that I stay as I am. "Fine if everyone is sure." I said Tian started the conversation by asking about my naked adventures. "Have you really arrived at parties naked?" she asked "Sure, I was going to arrive here that way but Sam wanted me to tease a bit." "You would have walked from your car and down the street naked?" Tricia asked "I'd like to see that." Tricia's husband Tom said earning him a jab to the ribs "I'd like to see that too." Tian said with a big smile 'Well Samantha told me there are just a few kids in the neighborhood and they wouldn't be around today." "So will you do it?" Tom asked risking another jab to the ribs "Come on Nikki, let's take a walk." Tian said reaching for my hand I got up from my chair and took Tian's hand in mine and we walked off the deck with everyone following us. We walked around the house, out to the driveway and down to the sidewalk. I was hoping that the group was going to stop there and not follow us on the walk. Thankfully they stayed at the end of the driveway and watched us walk away down the sidewalk. I was excited and did my best to hide it, although one look at my nipples would give it away. I love the pictures of two females, one clothed and one naked walking in public holding hands. I think I should describe Tian for everyone before I continue. She is a gorgeous 28 year old Asian, specifically Chinese with beautiful dark eyes and blue/black hair down to her shoulders. She's about 5'3 and maybe 105 pounds with cute perky breasts and gorgeous legs. I would guess her measurements to be about 32C-22-34 and just stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a halter top, sans bra and a short denim skirt with a thong (which I saw later) and sandals. We walked hand in hand down the sidewalk through Samantha's neighborhood. I glanced behind us to see everyone still watching us and knew that I too if I were in their place. As we reached the corner the butterflies began dancing in my stomach, my nipples seemed to get harder and my pussy began to throb. I wasn't all that familiar with this area so I wasn't sure exactly what we would encounter on our walk. We turned the corner and we found ourselves on another quiet street. "Are you alright Nikki?" Tian asked "Yes, I'm fine." "I don't know how you can be so calm out here naked with nothing to put on." "Believe me inside I'm a bundle of nerves but I love this." We walked a bit further and were passing a small wooded area when we saw a small dirt path. I don't know why but I turned onto the path pulling Tian with me. The path went for maybe a half mile and I enjoyed the feeling of the cool dirt on my bare feet. We were just about ready to turn around when I saw an opening and wanted to see what was out there. I expected to see houses or maybe a playground but it was just a small empty field of green grass. After entering the field, the grass so soft on my feet we found a little slope and sat down. I was hoping we weren't near any ant hills or anything, but after sitting a few minutes I didn't see any insects so I began to relax and enjoy being with Tian. We chatted some about this or that, all the while Tian and I were casually touching each other. There was a lot more bare skin of mine to be touched and I wanted Tian to touch it all. She however only touched my shoulder, arm or sometimes my bare leg driving me crazy. I wanted so much more but as I have said I'm not great at being aggressive with females just yet. The casual conversation and touching continued as we moved a bit closer and Tian was caressing me a bit more. I leaned forward just a little and that's when Tian leaned in and gave me a tender kiss on the lips. I guessed she was testing the waters to see if I would pull away but I moved a bit closer and our lips met again. This time the kiss was harder, I gently pushed my tongue between Tian's luscious lips and our tongues met. Our tongues entwined as our kiss became harder and more passionate. I didn't care now if someone came along or not as we continued to kiss passionately. We laid down in the soft green grass and continued to kiss as Tian began moving her hands over my breasts and nipples. I moved my hand over onto her body and squeezed her breasts through her halter top. I wanted more, I moved my hand down to the hem of her halter and slid my hand up and onto her bare breasts, feeling her nipples respond to my touch. My nipples were so hard and my cunt was wet and aching for attention. Tian rolled to the side and I thought she was going to end it here. If she had I think I would have masturbated right then and there, I could never go back to the party as hot and horny as I was thanks to Tian. Thankfully when she rolled off to the side she sat up and pulled her halter top off leaving her topless. As I expected her tits were perfectly shaped with perky nipples that revealed her excitement. She tossed her top off to the side and moved back over to me. She lowered herself down to kiss me and our naked torso's came together. Thought's of arrest for indecent exposure, public lewdness and who knows what else crossed my mind but Tian's bare tits soon pushed all responsible thoughts from my mind. Tian moved her way down my body kissing my neck then moving down kissing and gently sucking on each of my nipples. My hands were caressing anywhere they could reach as she moved down kissing my belly. When she kissed my bellybutton I felt a twinge in my pussy. If anyone came along now they would see some show because I had no intention of stopping. I thought I would cum before her tongue ever even touched my outer pussy lips. Tian was now down between my legs and she gently kissed my inner thighs with her soft sexy lips. She didn't touch my cunt at all in the beginning, she just drove me wild with soft kisses all over my inner thighs and around my wet mound. "Please, I want your tongue inside me." I pleaded with her. She teased me a bit more and then her tongue flicked my clit, making me jump. She slid her tongue along my slit making me moan. I reached down and pushed gently on her head hoping she would put her tongue inside me. Tian moved her hands down and with her fingers gently pulled my outer lips open before she jammed her tongue deep inside me. Her thumb played with my clit as her tongue moved all around inside me. It was too much for me to stand, I was naked in public, my clothes were blocks away and I had a beautiful topless females tongue in my cunt. My body began to tremble as the first waves of my orgasm began. I came and I came hard, my juice soaking Tian's face between my legs and down my ass. I couldn't catch my breath at first, I had been so excited since I began flashing earlier at Sam's house. I finally was catching my breath as I laid there looking at Tian her face wet from my cum. I looked around and still there was no one in site as I sat up and moved toward Tian. I moved in and kissed her hard tasting myself as our tongues did battle. I broke off the kiss and gently pushed Tian onto her back. I rolled her nipples between my fingers gently pulling them, causing them to stiffen even more. I slid my hands down her body and began to undo her skirt. "Nikki, we should go back, they must think we got arrested." "No, not yet." I said I began to tug her skirt down. Tian didn't resist as she raised herself up enough for me to get her skirt down to her knees. She was wearing a sheer thong that allowed her small patch of hair to show through. I pushed her skirt down to her ankles and reached for the thin waistband of her thong. She raised up willingly as I pulled the thong down to meet her skirt. I moved back and removed her skirt, thong and sandals tossing them over with her top. Her body was so petite but yet so perfect. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small patch but it was the soft, wispy black pubic hair that I think is so sexy. I glanced around quickly and saw we were still alone thankfully as I moved my mouth down to kiss her inner thighs. I felt the heat coming from her pussy as I kissed and teased her like she had done to me. "Turn around Nikki." Tian whispered breathlessly. I didn't understand at first but I soon understood as I moved around and placed my pussy above her head as my mouth moved between her legs. As I began flicking her clit with my tongue and caressing her legs and inner thighs she put her hands on my ass and pulled my cunt down to her mouth. OMG I was ready to explode in no time, as I was having my first fully naked sex in public. We were both so worked up and even though I had cum just minutes earlier it didn't take long for me to start to tremble. I moved my tongue in and out of Tian's pussy as I teased her clit and swirled my tongue around when it was deep inside. I could feel Tian began to shake as she pulled my pussy down harder on her mouth while I kept moving working her cunt over with my mouth and tongue. We didn't cum simultaneously but I do think Tian let go just seconds before me. We lay there as we were catching our breath for a few minutes before I was able to move off of her. I sat up and pulled Tian up leaning in to kiss her one more time, mixing our sex juices together. Tian reached over and pulled a few tissues from the pocket of her skirt which we used to clean ourselves off as best as possible. "I guess we should get dressed." I said, momentarily forgetting I had no clothes with me. Tian giggled and reached for her pile of clothes, I guess the disappointment was showing on my face. "What's the matter Nikki?" "I was hoping you would walk back naked with me and really shock everyone." " You're the one who loves to run around naked, not me." "I know but I was hoping maybe." I saw her pulling her thong on and stopped in mid sentence as I knew I would once again be the lone naked female. Tian had her thong and skirt on and she was reaching for her top. I hurried and grabbed it feeling like a giddy teenager. " Nikki, give me my top please." Tian said trying to look serious. " If you won't walk back naked than how about topless?" "No way, I can't walk around like this." " Why not you look good like that and you'll be holding your shirt so you can put it on p if we see anyone coming." We went back and forth for a few minutes before I finally wore her down and got her to agree to go topless and barefoot. I love being barefoot and love seeing other females with sexy feet walking barefoot is a turn on for me. Tian seemed comfortable as we left the field and entered the dirt path leading through the woods to the road. As we neared the opening leading to the sidewalk I could see she was getting nervous so I grabbed her hand and we left the confines of the woods and were back in the open. "How do you stay so calm when your out naked like this?" "I'm only topless and it's scaring me to death." " I'm always nervous when I go naked anywhere public but thrill I get is worth it." We hadn't seen anyone since we left the group out in front of Samantha's house. I was hoping someone would drive by or something just to see how Tian would react. There really wasn't anywhere much to hide and with me holding her hand she would have a hard time getting her blouse on (Yes I know I am evil, lol) so she would most likely be seen by whoever passed by us. Unfortunately we saw no one, that is until we turned the corner onto Sam's street. "Here they come now." I heard a female voice yell. I looked down the street and saw Sam walking toward us. "OMG are you two alright?" Sam asked before her mouth gaped open. Suddenly Tian remembered she was topless and tried to break her hand free of mine so she could cover up. "It's fine sweetie." as I gently grabbed the small bundle from her hands containing her top and sandals. Now everyone was out in front as they were when we started out on a walk which I later found out had taken us just over an hour. A few told Tian how great she looked topless and a few looked at her in silence. It was obvious she was still uncomfortable with her boobs out in the open but it seemed like the compliments were helping to put her at ease. We explained our long absence by telling everyone we had taken a trail through the woods into a field that we walked around a bit. We said that we couldn't find the trail at first when we went to head back. "Well how did she end up topless?" Tricia asked with a sly grin "We made a bet and I lost." Tian said smiling at me. "Now can I please have my top?" Tian asked I reluctantly gave in and handed Tian her halter top. She had stayed topless longer than I thought she would and I didn't want to push her too far. We all went back around to the deck and Tian and I talked about our walk. "It was very exciting, scary and also fun to be walking out in public topless, although I think it was my first and last time." "We'll see." I said winking at Tian I wanted to go into the powder room and freshen up a bit so I excused myself to go inside. Both Samantha and Tian followed me. "What really happened out there?" Sam asked with a knowing smile. "It was just as we told you." I said "I know Tian and she couldn't have been talked out of her top so easily." "Nikki is very persuasive." Tian said with a giggle "Someday I hope you two tell me what really happened." Sam said with a sly grin "I want to freshen up a little and maybe get dressed." Both Tian and Sam told me that there was no reason for me to get dressed, that everyone was fine with me naked and would be disappointed if I was dressed. "Fine with me." I said as I headed off to the powder room. I had just finished freshening up when there was a knock on the door, I opened it to find Tian standing there. I let her in and closed the door once again. "I wanted to thank you for an exciting afternoon." Tian said before leaning in and kissing me on the lips. We kissed for a few minutes and said we would get together. I went back out to the deck and Tian came out a few minutes later. We all sat around talking about this and that and I them about some of my short little nude adventures. Time had passed quickly and soon the party people began saying their goodbyes. "I'm going to go in and get dressed so I can head home also." "I'll bet you don't have the nerve to go home naked." Tian said with a wicked smile. Suddenly there was much chatter as everyone began talking about the possibility of me leaving naked. "I offered to arrive naked, why would I leave naked?" "I don't think you'll do it." Tian said "What do I get if I win the bet?" "I'll get topless with you again outdoors." "I want more than that, I want you naked somewhere with me." Everyone was trying to get Tian to take the bet. Most didn't know me that well and had not read my adventures. So they really didn't know that me going home naked was not a big deal to me. I guess the thought of me driving the 20 minutes or so home totally naked with no way to cover up was exciting everyone at the party as much as it excites me to do it. I love being naked and as far away as possible from my clothes or any type of cover up. That has been the biggest cause of my dwindling wardrobe as so many of my clothes have been lost, thrown away or destroyed. It was quite amusing to hear everyone try and convince Tian to bet me and the conversations that ensued about me stopping and putting my clothes on after I drove out of sight or having something in my car as an emergency cover up. It was agreed that if Tian did bet me that I would have to leave my clothes at Sam's house and that Tian and another witness could check my car for any type of clothing or anything that I could use to cover my nakedness. I was at the point I was going to forego the bet just to put an end to it all and leave naked. I really wanted another chance to have some fun with Tian and I was very exited when she finally succumbed to the pressure and agreed to the bet. Samantha went inside and got my small purse and my clothes. Once everyone saw my top, skirt, thong and sandals Sam took them back inside somewhere. It was decided that Tian and Tricia's guy Tom would go down to my car with me and check both inside and the trunk for anything that could be used as a cover up. I thought all this checking everywhere was a bit much but I went along with it. I myself get so excited when I go somewhere with nothing at all to cover myself, so I guess those who know I'm doing it get excited also. Finally my car was deemed clothes free and we went back to Sam's yard so I could say goodbye to everyone before I left. They all wanted to watch me walk naked one more time when I went to my car and drove off. I started back to my car shaking my ass just a bit more then I stopped and waved before getting in my car and driving off. I really need to get one of those soft strap thingies to put on the seatbelt part that goes across my chest. Thankfully it was an uneventful trip home, I went inside and right into the shower. I thought about masturbating with the handheld showerhead as I often do but decided against it. I finished my shower, toweled off and relaxed to watch a little TV, naked of course. I have not seen Tian yet but we did chat on the phone one night and I reminded her that she had lost the bet. She was very aware of that and I expect we will get together sometime soon but I don't know if she will have to pay up then. Thanks again to everyone for your support, comments, e-mails and votes. I will be posting the follow-up of the elevator adventure with Jenna. I have some new things I want to try thanks to Sassy Susan , who I have come to love and adore through our daily communications. Hugs to all Nikki

Mister X by Limnophile College student does porn to solve her money problems. I berated myself for at least the fifth time of the morning, "Katherine Svensen, how the HELL could you be stupid enough to get yourself into this! You're such a worthless idiot!" Due to my recent discovery of alcohol and men on my 19th birthday, I was in deep shit. When I drunkenly offered, five guys and a girl had felt and tasted my boobs in front of the crowd. I suspect somebody put ecstasy or another drug in my drink, because normally I'd be far too shy. I even let three guys screw me from behind, as over 20 people watched. Most of them applauded and a few bought me totally unnecessary drinks. I was very ashamed later, but that night I was a major bar star. I only had two friends I hung out with most of the time, but that night, over 20 loved me. On exam day 1 I woke up terribly hung over, with a naked man I didn't know. The only good part of that day was noticing two used condoms in the bed when I woke. At least I probably wasn't knocked up or infected with something horrible. I missed my first two exams completely and scored less than 50 percent on the third one. I passed one of the three I took yesterday, probably. With terrible grades, I wouldn't be able to get any financial aid for school in the fall. To continue my education, I'd need to come up with fifteen thousand in only three months! The dorm was closing for the summer so unless I got some money quick, in a week I'd be living on the street too! There were only three types of jobs available that I was qualified for. There was no way I could earn what I needed as a babysitter, waitress, or cashier. I had to expand my horizons and look for something out of town. I gritted my teeth in indecision, when I saw an online job ad. "Ladies 18 and up, make $1,000 a day as a lingerie model! Email bikini photos or nudes to..." If my parents were still alive and I took the job, they'd die from shame. But first, they'd kill me slowly by saying how disappointed they were. I was on my own and I didn't have a choice. I did my hair and makeup as nicely as I could, took a bunch of photos in the bathroom mirror, and decided which were the best. I pondered and debated with myself a long time. "What if this is just a scam? What if my friends see the pictures?" My thoughts kept returning to, "This is the only way I can get the money." I could worry about it endlessly, but I really had no option. I sent a photo of my face, smiling with my mouth closed. Another was me from behind, wearing only frilly black panties. I thought the last was the best, one of me topless and sucking on a finger. I hoped they wouldn't have too many blondes with curly hair and big boobs. Because of my body, wherever I went, lots of guys and even a few girls stared at me, until I smiled. I'd love to have enough money to fix my teeth. I was very embarrassed when I tapped "Send". I felt a little better, as I remembered that twenty-five or thirty people had seen much more at my birthday party. Two hours later I got a reply, "Our company XxXx Productions will pay you $300 for a one-hour bikini photo shoot, and as much as $5,000 a day for intimate videos, depending on your comfort level and willingness. Transportation, meals, medical, and hotel will be provided. When are you available?" When I read "Intimate videos" I swallowed and had to clear my throat. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. I knew they meant porn. On the other hand, five thousand a day nearly blew my mind! If I got that much every day for a week, I wouldn't have to worry for a whole year! If I did it for a month, I'd be set until I had my degree! I also wondered, "Medical, from somebody I might only work for a few hours? Some full-time jobs don't even include medical." I replied that I was available immediately, the sooner the better. I was surprised when my phone dinged only two minutes later. "A car will pick you up in an hour. Please bring clothing and any personal items you may need for three days." I had to move out of the dorm by next Thursday, and I had nowhere else to go. I packed everything I owned into my purse and duffel bag and waited for the taxi. A huge, stretched limousine drove up and parked across the street from my dorm. It was the length of three regular cars! A chauffeur in a suit and cap stepped out. He asked, "Miss Kate Svensen?" I nodded as my jaw dropped. He said, "I'm John, and our security person today is Daniel." Daniel waved from the passenger seat. He wore a nicely tailored suit and was easily the size of a pro football player. "Please have a seat in back, ma'am." He held the door for me, and I climbed into a space more luxurious than I'd ever imagined. The comfortable leather seats were long enough for two of me to lay down on each side. The trim, handles, and many of the buttons were real gold! There was a nice video and sound system, a mini-fridge, and even a tiny microwave! A bouquet of flowers and an envelope with a card were on one of the seats. Next to them was a small box of chocolates from Switzerland. I noticed its "made on" date was yesterday! The card had a rainbow above a white horse walking on a beach on the front. Inside was a picture of at least two dozen horses in a large pasture, and a cursive note in feminine handwriting. "We hope you'll join us." Along with the card, the envelope held a hundred-dollar bill. I sarcastically thought, "Very nice, for people who want to sell videos of me fucking!" I was a little offended at first, but the baroque interior of the vehicle mollified me a bit. I hadn't even noticed the car wasn't moving yet. I must have been admiring everything several minutes, by the time the dark partition slid down and John said, "Apologies, ma'am, but we'll have a brief stop on the way. I need to refuel and check the tires. We'll stop at a convenience store in about twenty minutes. If you'd like to smoke or have a drink and a snack, feel free. If you have any questions or need anything, just push the orange button to talk to us." "Thanks." The partition slid up and the huge limo gently pulled onto the street. I thought that if I had a car this nice, I'd go two miles an hour everywhere. I'd want everybody to see it and be jealous. Out of curiosity, I slid open a wooden door. I saw several packs of cigarettes, a few cigars, ashtrays, and lighters. On the other side were drinking glasses and six kinds of liquor. The mini fridge had fruit cups, fancy sandwiches, and two bottles of champagne. I slid open another wooden door and found a full ice maker, several sodas, three kinds of beer, some wine coolers, and two bottles of wine. Another small cupboard held bags of chips, pretzels, and cookies. I quietly squealed to myself as I thought, "Other than going to the bathroom, I'd love to live in here!" I turned on some dance music and started moving a little to the strong beat. I had only smoked 5 or 6 cigarettes before, while I was drinking, but one might help calm my nerves. Some wine might help with that too, but I realized it might be a test from my new employer. I put the bottle of wine and pack of cigarettes back and had a diet cola and a fruit cup instead. At the convenience store, I picked up some mints and a dozen condoms. I realized if I was going to do porn, I should be prepared with fresh breath and protection. As we walked back to the car, John said; "You have two options for your trip to the island. You can either take a twenty-minute flight from the airport near here, or if you prefer, we can drive an hour to the marina, and a yacht will get you there four hours from now. Either way, you'll have a brief medical check-up when you arrive, and meet our employer tomorrow afternoon. Would you prefer to fly, or take a boat ride?" I wondered if this was a test too. "Better to get there sooner, I'll fly." "Very well. We'll be picking up another lady on the way. I hope you enjoy the rest of your journey." "Thanks!" A few minutes later, we picked up a chesty and very pretty redhead a little older than me. She wore bright green thigh-high boots with four-inch heels, a nice faux fur coat, a lacy pastel green bra, and light green panties. I could see the shape of her nipples, and even a bit of their color. Her breasts were even larger than mine, probably triple D instead of my doubles. A little of her red pubic hair stuck out the edges of her panties. Her image screamed, "FUCK ME!" Besides the crazy birthday party, I had never been with a girl before, and only four guys. I wasn't sure if I was Bi, but knew I loved dick too much to be a lesbian. If any girl could change my mind, she might be the one. She sat opposite me and I continued to stare. She said, "I think you're beautiful too." I blushed as we shared a nervous giggle. "Are you new? Do you mind if I smoke? Would you like one too?" "My first time, and please." She pressed a couple of buttons and two sunroofs slid partway open. She had obviously been in the car before. She took a pack of cigarettes from the cupboard, put two between her bright red lips, and lit them. After taking a big puff, she passed me one. The smoke stung my mouth and throat a little but felt nice in an odd way. The lip gloss she left on the filter tasted like strawberry. As I looked at her again, I wondered what a kiss would be like. Gradually my anxiety faded. She had a wine cooler, but I stayed with diet cola. I saw her flip two hidden cupholders out from under the seat. She put an ashtray in one and her wine cooler in the other. I followed her example. This was SUPER convenient, and nice! "If you want a pack for your purse, or some chips, or something, just grab 'em. That's why they put 'em in the car. I'm Rachel, but everybody calls me Red." She offered her hand and I shook it. "I'm Kate." "I see you're nervous, Katie. You don't need to be. The first month can be a little stressful, but the last four years have been Heaven! Just follow the rules, do what Mister X wants, and you'll be happy. They'll tell you this later too, but the big rules are no drugs and no sex outside the family. Everything else is easy and fun!" I showed her my sense of humor. "Mister X? Do we work for a supervillain? Is James Bond gonna kill me with an exploding tie or a laser pen? She laughed. "No, seriously, his name is Xander Xyllopo. Mister X." I asked, "So, what do you do, and how's the pay?" She giggled as she exhaled a white cloud of smoke. "I do everything Mister X says, absolutely everything." She licked her lips and adjusted her panties. "I haven't needed to touch money or pay for anything since I met him. I don't even know how much is in my bank account, probably three or four million by now, and my son has five million in a trust too. If I ever decide to leave, me and my boy are set for life, but I'm more than happy to stay. Just do what he says, and everything will be great! But remember, no drugs and no fucking around outside the family." I noticed she had two small "X" tattoos behind each of her ears, one red and one black. I pointed and asked, "What are the tattoos for?" She just said, "If you're smart, you'll have them soon too. No sex, without the X." She giggled for some reason. "I thought the job was modeling for pictures, and maybe doing porn movies? You said something about a family?" Her eyes widened and she suddenly looked afraid. "I said too much. Forget I said that stuff! Modeling and porn movies are all. Really. The job pays great." I tried to engage her in more conversation, but she stared out the window, replying with just "Yeah", "No", and "It's ok." The plane ride went about the same. I wondered why she was worried and didn't want to talk any more. As we were about to land, I saw the island only had an airstrip and about ten buildings on it. The 'quick checkup' the driver mentioned was a more than hour-long exam from a nurse and doctor. They measured, poked, and prodded nearly everything. They took more blood for tests than I thought I had. They checked my teeth in a dentist's chair, did a full pelvic internal, and used a long plastic tool to get a stool sample. They even used some kind of electronic balloon to measure how much they could stretch my vagina and anus until they hurt! The nurse tried to reassure me, "If you're not 21 yet, don't worry. We don't test for alcohol or tobacco, but almost everything else. If there are any problems, we'll make sure you get them taken care of. We check for heart and lung issues, skin cancer, leukemia, lung cancer, thyroid issues, hundreds of contagious diseases, you name it." Instead of it calming me, I was worried that I might have five kinds of cancer, aids, or dozens of other scary things. The nurse had me stand by the wall naked, and said they needed pictures of me 'for medical reasons'. I made sure to smile and stick my chest and butt out. She said, "Really, this is just for comparison in case you have any problems later. You don't have to look pretty. Just stand like you usually do." To finish off, they asked if I had pins, implants, or anything else metal or artificial in my body. They gave me a full body MRI, without me even saying there were any problems! A friend of mine had an MRI on her injured elbow last year, and just that cost a few thousand bucks! When the medical exam I considered mild torture was over, a blonde lady around 35 in a light gray pantsuit greeted me. I thought she looked good for her age. If she were a little younger, maybe I'd want to... "Hello. I'm Mister X's representative on this island, Jane. Your schedule will start slowly and work up to the level you're comfortable with. Tomorrow at 10, you have a half-hour bikini photo shoot on the beach. The day after that, they want to do a video of you swimming nude. I hope you can swim? Is that alright?" "Sure! I love to swim! The more pictures and video the better! I really need money for school." I noticed she had two "X" tattoos behind each of her ears too. I was curious but decided not to ask. Jane said, "Let's go to my office, and I'll get you oriented before your first day tomorrow." She pointed out things on a map of the island, "The office building we're in is here. You were at the clinic a little while ago. The hotel you'll stay at is this building. This one we call the grocery, but there's no charge for anything. You can get bathroom items, snacks, and so on there. You'll get most of your meals through room service and at the daily picnics we have for lunch, unless you love to cook." I didn't. "The big one here is the gym and indoor pool. It only rains a few times a month on the island, so we usually swim in the ocean and exercise outside..." Near the end of her speech, she said; "Trash and recycling bins are in many spots around the island, please help us keep the place clean and beautiful. Smoking is allowed on the third and fourth floors of the hotel, in the tavern, and anywhere outdoors away from building entrances. There are rooms available on all four floors, which would you like?" "Four, please?" She sent a text from her phone, then said, "It's nearly six already. Let's have dinner, while they get your room ready." She sent another text. A minute later a man in a suit picked up my duffel bag. "I'll take it to your room, miss. You're in 407." The bag only contained a few books and some cheap clothing, but other than my purse, it was all I owned. I reluctantly let go of it and said, "Thanks." After a wonderful Thai meal made in front of us by a chef, she led me to my room. It wasn't a room, it was a whole suite! It had a king size bed, couch, reclining chair, a small kitchen, and a nice bathroom with spa tub and separate shower. There was a video projector on the ceiling of the sitting room which showed video the size of the whole wall! There were two game consoles and a couple of video players hooked up to the projector. It was amazing! A carton of the cigarettes I liked and a very nice laptop computer rested on the kitchen table. Jane sat in the kitchen with me, as we went over the list of rules. 1. No drugs other than mild over the counter ones, unless prescribed by a doctor. Everyone is randomly tested for drugs at least three times a year, after weekly tests the first month. 2. For the first 15 days, no communication is allowed with anyone off the island, no phone calls, no social media, and no email. 3. For the first 15 days, no physical contact with any other people is allowed, for disease prevention reasons. No visiting other people's rooms or having visitors for the first 15 days. 4. After the first 15 days, sex with other people will be allowed only at the discretion of Mister X and Jane. 5. For purposes of safety and cleanliness, smoking in bed is not allowed. 6. Physical violence will not be tolerated, and heated arguments may be cause for dismissal. 7. Everyone must respect the safe word "KITE". If any person uses the word "KITE" during romantic or sexual activity, they will be allowed to return to their quarters immediately, and alone. 8. People will have a medical check-up every 7 days for the first month, then monthly checks unless they notice a problem. She said, "Let me shake your hand one last time, then you can't touch anybody for the next 15 days." She had a kind look in her eyes. As I shook her hand, I felt the urge to hug her, but resisted. "I'll give you a little while to make any last calls, posts, or send emails. After that, no communication outside. I'll keep your cell phone and tablet in a safe place, and the internet in your room will be disabled until your 15 days are up." I put up a post that I was happy I got a new job, but I'd be out of touch awhile. I tried calling my two friends and left voicemails. I sadly handed over my tablet and cell. "Report any problems to me within a day. Disagreements and other issues between people are resolved by either me or Mister X. If you're not satisfied with the decision, you can choose to leave on the next boat or plane if you wish. If there are any problems with your room or anything in it, call the facilities team. They'll either fix it quickly or get you a different room. Their number is on the list by the desk phone." She said, "Somebody noticed your purse has seen better days. Let me replace it for you." She went in the bathroom and brought out a beautiful purse. It was black like mine, but a little larger, with a large gold "XxXx" on both sides. Mine was a cheap one from a big box store, but this was very nice, hand-stitched, from a famous designer! I reached for the new purse, but she insisted; "Please, let me." She took everything out of my old purse, condoms, tampons, my ID. After looking at everything on the kitchen table, she said; "Sorry, but we need to be certain nobody has recording devices or illegal drugs. I hope you're not offended?" I was a little but said, "I understand." "Some things may seem strange or stressful, but if you follow our guidance, you'll be fine. If something bothers you so much that you want to quit and leave, you can. If you choose to go, you'll get the greater of a thousand dollars, or whatever money you've earned. We'll also provide your choice of an airline ticket to any major city, or transportation back to the place you were picked up. Please, don't worry so much. I'm sure you'll be happy with us. I was the second one Mister X chose, and I've been overjoyed most of the time. The third one he chose is my wife Rita. We have over ten million in the bank and six children, but we're still happy to be here. In nearly twenty years, many people have broken the rules and been dismissed, but only ten or eleven have retired, all happily. Only two women and nine men have ever chosen to quit." I wondered aloud, "Why more men, and out of how many?" "A lot of men don't like getting anal or doing oral with another man. I don't really know how many people have tried out over the years, but there are eleven new girls, and six new men on the island right now. Mister X plans to choose three or four women this summer, and a man or two. If you're one of them, you have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life. If not, you'll have your money for school, unless you quit. You'll get a wakeup call at 8:30 in the morning. Order breakfast before you go to sleep, and it'll be delivered to you at 9. One of the film crew will knock on your door at ten. One last thing. When you throw out your clothes, there's another trash can at the end of the hall if you need it." I nervously wondered what she meant, but she walked out and closed the door before I could ask. I looked in the top dresser drawer and saw three kinds of sexy panties in five colors each, with ten matching bras. The next drawer had bikinis and swimsuits in nine or ten colors, and half a dozen assorted t-shirts. The next had slacks in four colors and five shorts, and the bottom drawer had jeans in four styles. In the closet I saw at least ten dresses, twenty other outfits, several sandals, and six pairs of shoes. I tried on a lot of things, and saw every piece was exactly my size! Even the bras and jeans fit perfectly! The doctors had measured me, but I wondered how they got everything so quickly? This was the largest amount of clothing I'd ever had, and the nicest! I'd never stayed in a place so luxurious! The thought that I might be able to live here didn't seem real. There were rules and some stress, but so far it was the happiest day of my life! Becoming a porn star was the best thing that ever happened to me! I stopped myself when I realized how fucked up that seemed. I looked around some more and saw there was champagne, wine, soda, and beer in my fridge, along with fresh fruit and several other snacks. The freezer had fruit bars and frozen yogurt. There were utensils, pans, and anything else I might need for cooking. I got another surprise when I opened the nightstand. There was a handwritten note, "Since you're not allowed contact with other people yet, hopefully these will relieve your tension. Channels 469 to 490 may also be helpful." Underneath the note were a bottle of lube, two vibrators, and two dildos sealed in plastic. I wondered about the sizes, they looked about right. The doctor supplied sex toys too? I blushed and chuckled to myself. The drawer underneath held five more toys, all smaller, and a dozen batteries. When I tried the tv, the channels on the note were all porn. I saw it wasn't even 8pm yet, and I didn't have to be awake for over 12 hours. I got a beer from the fridge and a pack of cigarettes and walked out to my balcony. I saw the balcony floor and railings were made of a clear plastic. I was a bit worried but felt the thick plastic and realized it was very strong. There was a table with two chairs, also clear plastic, and an ashtray. I sipped the beer and had a few relaxing puffs from a cigarette, as I watched the sun go down over the ocean. As it started getting dark, lights automatically went on above each balcony and near the doors entering each building. I heard a door open and a nude man walked onto the balcony next to mine, not even ten feet away! He saw me and stared. I happily looked him over. He had sexy muscular arms, big pectoral muscles, and six-pack abs. His chest was very hairy, which I thought was hot. He had a nice face and short brown hair. The appendage hanging between his legs was far from short. I watched it begin to grow as he looked at me. I thought it was a bit narrower than average, but I'd never seen a longer penis in person before! I saw it slowly rise, as he looked at my chest. He licked his lips, as I licked mine. I felt my hand move downward involuntarily and stopped it. He had a few sips of his beer and lit a cigar. I watched him puff on it and imagined him sucking on my boobs. After an absurdly long time, I said; "You're naked." Both of us smiled. "No, I'm Andy. But I'll put some clothes on if you want?" I pulled off my shirt and reached for my zipper, saying; "Not if you're comfortable. I'm Kate." He slowly started to stroke his huge cock, watching me. Fully erect it was almost twice the length of my foot! "I'm much more comfortable now." As I finished stripping, I said; "Me too!" I sat in my chair, slowly rubbing myself, as I watched him jerk off. I wouldn't have even imagined doing this just yesterday! I was masturbating with a total stranger! In public! "Play with your nipples, Kate. You don't want them feeling left out." I pinched and twisted one and got even more aroused. I slid two fingers into myself in time with the stroking of his cock. Our gazes bounced back and forth between each other's eyes and pelvises. Seeing semen spray from him set me off, and I climaxed too. "YUH! UNGH! YEAH! AAAIIIEEEE!" I heard clapping behind me, as I struggled for oxygen. I saw Andy had a huge smile and he took a bow. When I turned my head, Red was on the balcony behind me! How lucky could I get! Super-hotties as both of my neighbors! Red smiled saying, "The two of you are CRAZY sexy! I'm so sorry I missed most of it! How about you rest up, and we meet out here again in an hour?" I smiled and looked at them. Andy said, "How about you match our uniforms, and start now?" "YES!" Red undressed rapidly, and the three of us had another hot jack and jill session. When we finished, six or seven people on the ground clapped. They thought we were hot too. Instead of being ashamed at my nakedness, I was proud they liked us. I bowed and blew them a kiss. Poor Andy only had three orgasms in him, but Red and I went another round, as the crowd below grew to at least twenty. After my shower I crawled into bed, thinking about the two of them. I wondered which of them would feel better if we fucked for real. I'd be lucky to get a chance with Red, but Andy had a great dick. I like a pretty face and big boobs, but I NEED dick. Andy won, but it was close. I fell asleep masturbating again, imagining kissing her as he fucked me. I woke and went to the bathroom before my wake-up call, and felt like a cigarette might rouse me from my sleepiness. I was happy to see Andy having a cigar on his balcony, nude again. I started rubbing myself once I had a cigarette lit. As I saw him take a puff from the cigar, I imagined he was sucking one of my nipples instead. He must have read my mind. "Yeah, Kate. Imagine that cigarette is my cock. I'd love for you to suck it!" We rubbed and stroked ourselves to climax and started on a second time. I heard a door open. Red yawned and said, "Lemme guess, the early bird gets the ... huge furry snake?" We laughed so hard we had to stop. Red said, "I'd love to join you right now, but I need some coffee first." The three of us had another shared orgasm before breakfast arrived. At ten a man and woman knocked on my door. "I'm Carol, and he's Nate. Are you ready to take some bikini pictures?" "I'm having a little trouble deciding which one looks best." "Just bring four or five, you can change on the beach." "But I don't think there's a changing room, is there?" They laughed and laughed. "What's so funny?" Nate calmed himself enough to say, "You blew us a kiss last night, and a little of the guy's cum hit her hat. Don't try pretending you're shy now." I turned at least five shades of red. Carol reassured me, "You've got a great body, don't be afraid to show it. What's the worst that can happen? Some guy gets excited, and stares at you as he jerks off?" I laughed until I couldn't breathe. "You have a good point!" They took hundreds of pictures of me in four different bikinis, and many more of me nude. We also made several short videos of me walking in bikinis, and naked. Carol wanted to do some video of me jogging in the sand. She thought it'd be very sexy. I tried running nude, and one of my boobs hit me in the nose hard enough to hurt. "Sorry, but I think jogging is a 'no' today." We all had another good laugh. When the picnic bell rang at one, they'd been taking pictures and video for three hours, but it only seemed like a few minutes. It was a lot of fun, and I made nine hundred bucks! As I got near the tables, Jane reminded everyone; "New people are not to touch anybody, so spread out. If your elbow can touch somebody else's elbow, you're too close." I sat at the end of a table, next to the nurse who checked me the day before. Across the table were two young brunette girls who looked like clones of each other, except one had a small scar on her cheek. I thought they looked 15, maybe 16. "I'm Kate. I was wondering, are you sisters? And are you old enough to be here?" "I'm Carrie, and my twin is Mary. We turned 18 on Monday." Mary added, "The no touching is really hard. We have to stay in separate rooms. That's the farthest apart we've been since we were kids." I thought to myself, "Since they were kids? Last week?" I said, "I wish I had somebody I was close with, like you two." Carrie cried a little, and sniffled as she said, "It's been really hard since mom and auntie passed away, they were twins too." Nurse Linda got up and left, and I quietly said to them; "You're cute, and I like you two. Once the fifteen days is up, I'd love to give you some hugs." "I'd like that a lot, would you, Mary?" "That would be great! Maybe the three of us could share a room! You could rub us, and hold us to your big boobs, like auntie and mommy..." Carrie cut her off, "SHHH! Mary means, hugs would be really nice." As they left, I saw they had to push themselves to walk farther apart, and not hold hands. They needed comfort and love very badly, and I wanted to give them some. Maybe even the exciting kind of love. Their faces and little boobs were cute. I was nearly back to the hotel when I heard a quiet noise in the distance, which got louder and louder. I saw three helicopters fly near the airfield. One landed, and four men with machine guns ran out of it! A second one landed, and four more soldiers jumped out! I started to panic, until a lady I didn't know said; "It's ok! Mister X is here, and those are his bodyguards." The third helicopter landed, and a jet flew over, close to the ground. Was that a fighter plane? I thought only countries can have... I saw two men in suits roll out a red carpet, for two other men in suits to walk on. A very tall and wide man in a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals walked behind them. They stepped into a stretched limo, like the one I was in earlier, and it drove them the two hundred yards to the hotel. The businessmen walked past me into the main entrance. When I saw the much larger man up close, I was instantly in love, or lust, or something even more powerful. I didn't know why, but I had to have him! I followed him into the hotel and heard the guy at the front desk say, "Mister X! It's great to see you again, sir! How can I help you? Anything at all!" The male receptionist appeared to be in love with him too. Mister X spoke, and my life changed. His voice was powerful, confident, and seductive, as he said; "Get me the list of new recruits." The words were mundane and business-like, but I'd never heard anything so hot! The way he carried himself, and the feeling of extreme authority he broadcast drew me to him like magic. He had to be six foot six, and 300 pounds. He was built like a gorilla, or a great wrestler. I suddenly noticed I had walked across the room and stood only a step behind him. I'd be happy to kiss his feet all day, just to be that close to him. He turned and did me the large favor of looking at me, before he said; "Hello?" I recognized his accent as Greek and smelled mustard and onions on his breath. Steamy, sexy onions. I noticed a sudden dampness between my legs. I didn't like those flavors or scents until today, but I'd enjoy them for the rest of my life. I HAD to have mustard on all my sandwiches. I even started making myself fried onion and mustard sandwiches once or twice a week, to remember that aroma. I squealed like a teenage girl seeing Elvis in person, as I said; "Mister X! I'm so happy to finally meet you! I'm Kate, and if there's ever anything you want me to do, or anything you want to do to me, or..." He lightly touched a finger to my lips, and I tasted it. I detected a bit of mustard and sweat. Such amazingly SEXY, MANLY sweat! I nearly fainted from joy, and tears formed at the corners of my eyes, as he gave me the happy news, "I see you're number nine on the interview list. Wait in your room, I'll see you later." I was so aroused and happy I almost messed my panties. "Thank you, sir! I'll see you soon!" I had to work hard to suppress a scream of "I love you!" I ran so quickly my breasts nearly touched my nose a few times, as I sprinted to the elevator. The second I had my room door shut, three fingers imbedded themselves between my thighs. I frantically masturbated to a climax, before I was three steps into the room. I collapsed happily onto the carpet, as I had a shattering orgasm. Before I could collect myself enough to stand, I noticed I was rubbing myself again. I had no choice, and finished myself a second time. I wondered what the hell it was that made him so INCREDIBLY SEXY? As I stood, my rational mind switched back on for a moment, and I realized I shouldn't seem so slutty and pathetic. I planned what I would do when he came to my room. I'd wear something pretty, but easy to remove. I'd sit in a chair, with my legs crossed, to not seem easy or eager. I'd ... I'd ... I'd keep MASTURBATING UNTIL HE GOT HERE! I was SO HORNY! I came for the third time in an hour, just as there was a knock at the door. I said, "Come in." I saw him again and liked what I saw very much. Too late, I realized I was still standing in the middle of the room, with two fingers in my vagina. I froze. He said, "It appears that you have a problem." I turned beet red and nodded. I used the last of my willpower to move my hand away from my crotch. He continued, "I have an easy solution." I pulled my bikini bottoms off and leaned over the kitchen table. "Please! Put it in me! I don't care where! Please, sir! Even my ass! PLEASE!" I held my butt cheeks as far apart as I could, hoping he might be generous enough to buttfuck me. He said, "There's something I need you to do." I turned around and fell to my knees. "ANYTHING! PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOU!" Tears fell from my eyes, in my extreme desperation. "Get in the shower and wash me." I ran to the shower and turned the water on. "Please, Mister X! Please hurry!" He stepped into the bathroom, and his shoulder was the same height as the top of my head. I hugged him from the side, straddling one of his huge thighs. I thrust my hips, pushing my vulva against his muscular leg, again, and again. "You're so SEXY! MMMM!" As he lightly kissed my forehead, my vagina exploded again. When I regained a slight bit of composure, I blushed in shame. I had just humped his leg, like a dog. He still had his sexy white briefs on. I noticed he had a small bald spot near the back of his head, but the rest of his hair was very handsome, and attractive. After removing his underwear, he stood under one of the shower nozzles. He poured some shampoo on his hair and leaned down a little. "Go ahead, Kate, wash me." I lathered the shampoo and rubbed a bar of soap all over his back, and buttocks. He had such incredibly sexy ass muscles! His thighs were nearly the size of my waist! I rubbed the soap over his upper legs, and when he turned around, I saw his penis and scrotum mere inches from my mouth. "Just wash, nothing else." I was sad but obeyed my super-magnetic master. I gently washed his enormous penis, stroking it slowly, then his scrotum. I felt his testicles move below the skin, as I rubbed the soap on and rinsed it away. I started washing his giant cock again, enjoying the feeling as it slowly swelled in my hand. It was only halfway hard, and it was already bigger than any of my old boyfriends'! He guided my hand away, causing me almost physical pain at the loss. I washed the front of his legs, then his nearly flat belly. Again, I resisted the urge to take him into my mouth and moved up to his hairy chest. I love hairy chests because they seem so primitively masculine. I was crying, at not being able to suck him. He held my face against his chest a minute or so, as my crying faded. He washed and rinsed his arms, as he told me; "Wash yourself, then meet me on the balcony." He stepped out, and I briefly cried again, at losing him for a moment. I did as he commanded and cleaned myself. I reluctantly did it without masturbating for the sixth time since I woke that morning, though I wanted to. After quickly drying with a towel, I briskly walked to the balcony, and saw him sitting in a chair naked. "Have a seat." I wondered what happened. He was an attractive man, and I'd like to date him, but he wasn't the god-like Adonis he was ten minutes ago. I thought I might like to kiss him, but I wouldn't sell my soul to taste his feet, like I would have when he first walked in. I liked his voice, but his words weren't the overwhelming commands of a supernatural being any more. "I like you, Kate, and I want to apologize. A lot of my success is based on a special cologne I developed. It seems that today I used a little too much. I also didn't take into account it's extra effectiveness on ladies of Scandinavian descent." I was very confused. A few minutes ago, I was begging him to do anything he wanted with my body, and HE was apologizing to ME? I said, "It's ok. Things are fine now." "I'm glad. If you keep the cologne a secret, maybe I'll use it with you again. I'll see you next week, my needy baby kitten. My Kitty-Kate." He kissed my forehead and touched my cheek gently with his huge hand. I watched him dress and leave. I'd like to see him again, but I just couldn't wrap my head around needing him so terribly, then only kind of liking him after just a shower. He called me his Kitty-Kate. I liked that. He had compassion for me and apologized when I had a problem. Maybe I did love him a little. I laid on my bed, slowly and casually massaging my vulva, to the thought that someday I might want him that badly again. I had a very good orgasm, and then a smaller one. It was nice, and almost calm. I decided that I'd keep his secret. All his secrets. I put on a light blue dress and went back to the balcony for a smoke. Andy was having a cigar and smiled at me. As I lit up, Red walked out, saying; "Damn, Mister X is sexy! I had to jill off three times to keep control of myself!" Andy said, "I had to once. How about you, Kate?" I hugged myself, as I said; "Seven times today! Seven wonderful times! And he called me his Kitty-Kate!" Red playfully said; "You lucky slut! You've only been here a day! I didn't get a nickname for a whole month! But I bet you don't know WHY he calls me Red." I said the obvious; "Duh! Because of your hair!" She got a huge smile, before telling us; "Nope. He asked how I reacted when my first serious boyfriend had sex with me. I kept on reading my history homework." Andy and I laughed uproariously. Andy asked me; "So, I'm guessing he calls you Kitty-Kate, because he got your pussy?" I chuckled. "Nope. I whined and cried, like a lost kitten, until he took care of my problem." The two of them cracked up. Red said, "When Mister X is away, Jane oversees the island, but her real name is Jacqueline. I bet you can't guess why her nickname is "Jane". Other than a bad contraction of her real name, we had no ideas. "It's from Tarzan and Jane. Jane of the jungle. She loves rubbing her face in lots of chest or pubic hair." The three of us chuckled. Andy asked, "So, how about we have another jack and jill session?" Red said, "I just did three times. I'm too sore and tired. Tomorrow night." He asked, "How about it, Kate?" "SEVEN! I just told you I did SEVEN times! Men!" I walked inside, then took a nap. I dreamed of tiny women swinging from a man's pubic hair like vines. ***** Carol and two other ladies took a lot more pictures, and over an hour of video with me swimming nude in the pool. Again, I was having a lot of fun when they said they had enough, and I was done for the day. I couldn't believe my job was so easy and fun. Life was great! During the rest of the week, they got video and pictures of me swimming in the ocean and putting suntan lotion on myself on the beach. A lot of the pictures were beautiful, with fish swimming near me, as I looked down at the colorful coral reef through goggles or a face mask. The morning before my one-week medical check-up, they had me masturbate on the beach with a small vibrator. Nine or ten men watched, and I had a great time. At my check-up, the doctor told me my magnesium was a little low, and gave me some supplements. He also said I would need my birth control implant removed, for some reason. I knew to be careful, and I wasn't allowed to touch other people for the next week anyway, so I let him take it out. The removal hurt a lot less than having it put in. Our nightly masturbation sessions started to become a tradition. Every night a few dozen people would watch Andy, Red, and I jack and jill for them, and each other. My "job" before my two-week check-up was very exciting. Carol had three video people recording, and eight men went to the beach with us. I masturbated with several dildos, as the men jerked off and squirted their cum on my chest and back. Six or seven more men were watching, and happily took a turn or two. Carol said we were done, but three guys and I kept going until we climaxed again. I got a shower, and reported for the big day. My check-up went well, and the doctor told me to report to Jane's office tomorrow after lunch. After I saw Jane, I could touch other people again! Maybe I could have sex with Red and Andy! I couldn't wait! ***** Jane called me into her office. "Have a seat. I have good news for you, all your medical tests came back fine. News you might think is even better, is that you earned nearly ten thousand dollars with us so far. If you keep doing similar things, but touching other people, you could easily have thirty thousand in another two weeks. That's assuming you want to leave us after a month." I was very indecisive. I wanted to go back to school, but I LOVED it here. "I ... uh..." "Now is the time you decide. I'll show you the schedule, then I'll give you a few minutes to choose whether you want to leave two weeks from now, or if you want to join the family and start getting your tattoos. When you join the family, your life will be a lot like the last two weeks. You'll never have to pay for anything, no bills or cash to worry about. You'll have a bank account that grows over time, and plenty to retire on, if you ever choose to quit or retire. Mister X is obviously the head of the family, and there is a matron at each of his six homes. I'm matron of this one. All the family does what Mister X and the matrons say, always. We decide where you live, who you can sleep with, and when. When you have children, you'll happily turn them over to us. All children are well cared for, and you'll be allowed to see yours often, at least every week, and video chat every day if you want. Nannies and babysitters will handle most of the difficult parts of parenting, the feedings and diaper changes in the middle of the night, the dealing with school and doctor appointments. We've shown that we like and trust you. As another big secret, look at this." She put a small perfume bottle on the table. "One drop of this on my neck turns nearly anybody into a happy slave. You'd eagerly do anything I told you, no matter how dangerous or wrong. I could use it on you right now, but I won't. You have a choice to make. Do you want to stay a few more weeks doing porn, or would you like to join the family?" She didn't seem to know about my incident the day I met Mister X, when his cologne turned me into a horny robot. He didn't tell her. I realized I could trust him, maybe all of them. I smiled happily when Mister X walked in. I kissed his lips and said, "I love you! I want to join the family!" "I love you too, Kitty-Kate." He held me in his tremendously strong arms and kissed my ear. "Hold still, this will only hurt for a minute or two." Jane tattooed a small red "X" behind each of my ears and lightly kissed my lips. She said, "Unless we tell you otherwise, you're allowed to have sex with any female with an "X" tattoo, and you can do oral and anal with any males that have one. Mister X is the only male who gets your vagina, until you have the black tattoos. After your first child is born, you get to decide if you want more children with him, or if you want your tubes tied and the black Xs." Mister X added; "After you have the black ones, you can screw any guy in the family, any time. Until then, I'm the only one that gets your helpless, needy little pussy, Kitty-Kate." Jane said, "You just have a few more choices to make tonight..." I immediately said, "You two! And Red and Andy, if that's ok?" Jane laughed. "I'm getting to that, but we've noticed that females tend to get lonely without a roommate, even if they're involved with people nearby. Unfortunately, there are only two other girls who want a roommate right now, Mary and Carrie." "YES! Please? I really like them!" "They asked for you, when they got their red tattoos a few hours ago. I'm glad the feeling is mutual. Your next choice is..." "You two! And Red and Andy!" Mister X and Jane both chuckled. She said, "Since you're going to be having a lot of sex tonight, you should have a hearty dinner. But if you just want to eat the four of us?" I took my turn laughing. "Uh ... how about lasagna? I haven't had it in a long time." Jane said, "Nice. I'll have it delivered here. Everybody's first night in the family is spent with Mister X. Your final choice of the night is, perfume or cologne?" I wasn't sure what she meant. "Could you explain please?" Mister X smiled, as he said; "You saw what happens when I use my special cologne. If you prefer, Jane will give you some of her perfume. Be aware, if you choose the perfume, that's as good as consenting to any kind of sex all night, with no safe word. With the perfume, most men don't really have a choice, they go sex crazy. Just like you didn't have much choice with the cologne. If you pick the perfume, you don't get to change your mind or say no." Having handsome, hunky, powerful Mister X desperate for my body sounded like a great idea. "Perfume, please?" He smiled widely. "After we eat, perfume it is, Kitty-Kate." He French kissed me and squeezed my butt. After we ate, Jane took a few things out of a drawer. "You're probably familiar with butt plugs. Notice this one is still in the package. I don't plan on it going in your anus any time tonight, but you may need it. You're also familiar with the many uses of lube." She pulled a bag from a cupboard. "And blankets are handy for sex too. The perfume doesn't work on me, so tonight I'm just a helper. Go ahead and undress, in case it starts to work suddenly. It's a little unpredictable." I watched Mister X remove his clothes as I stripped. Again, I was impressed by his huge shoulders and chest muscles. His cock was still limp, which meant it was a little bigger than an average fully erect one. Mister X took the top off the bottle and held it near my hand. "I'll put it on your finger, then go ahead and rub it on your neck." I nodded. He put the perfume on my finger, handed the bottle to Jane, and backed up two steps. I rubbed it on my neck as Jane exclaimed, "No! Only one drop! She got three!" I started to panic. Was Mister X going to go crazy and tear me apart? He said, "It'll be alright. I can control myself, but I'll still feel it." I hoped he could! "Come here, Kitty-Kate. Play with me, while I feel those nice breasts of yours." His penis swelled so rapidly I could see it moving before I even touched him. His huge hands squeezed my boobs gently, kneading them. He leaned down to kiss me, and his lips caressed mine. I felt his huge dick harden in my hand as I stroked it. I looked down and saw it was 2 inches wide, and nearly 10 inches long! Fully erect, Andy's was longer but only about HALF the width! I felt an extra wetness on my vulva as Jane wiped some lube on me. He said, "I hope your kitty likes bananas?" He rubbed the head of his cock on my labia. "I LOVE bana ... AAAAGGHH!" He stuffed the massive thing inside me! I swear, I felt the head of it tickling my navel from the inside! "Such a warm, wet kitty! Very nice!" I had to rock from side to side, to make room in my abdomen for him. It didn't feel that much longer than other guys, but it was SO BIG around! Jane encouraged me, "You're doing good, Kate. It's halfway in." He stuck his tongue in my mouth, before I could finish yelling; "HALFW..." I felt a serious pain as the head thrust through my cervix and tore it a little. He was all the way inside my womb! It hurt a LOT, but the rest felt SO GOOD! The pain was worth it. He kept licking my teeth, to prevent me from screaming as he thrust into me again and again. It was so big I felt it rubbing my G spot, my clit, my labia, everywhere! I was a little surprised I didn't feel it in my throat! He held me tight to him, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He lifted me up and down, like a toy. I had a tremendous climax, so powerful I blacked out for a few moments. When I came to and started panting heavily, he was thrusting his hips hard enough to bounce me nearly off his very impressive rod. I moved my legs to help the bouncing action, and had another major climax as he squirted straight into my uterus. I felt his cock pumping at least fifteen or twenty times! I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him, closing my eyes as he started walking with me impaled on him. I felt the temperature warm a little, as he took me outside. He stopped walking and started bouncing me up and down again. He said, "Sex while watching the sunset is great!" I opened my eyes, and saw the sun going down over the beach, as well as nine or ten people watching him fuck me. He squirted again and I felt some liquid leak out of me. It felt cool and wet on my thighs in the light breeze. Jane said, "Hold still a second." She wiped lube on my ass and slid a slippery finger into my anus. Was he going to put his LOG in my ASS? "Please, Mister X, please not my butt?" "Don't worry, Kitty-Kate. Your pussy is the only thing that gets me tonight." He was still in my vagina, but I felt something else pushing my anal ring open. I felt a hairy chest on my back, as Andy said; "Howdy, stranger! You finally get your wish. And I get mine! Mmmmmm!" Andy's penis slid in, and in some more, and more. I felt like I was a big shish-kabob! I wondered when one of their extensive pricks would pop out of my mouth! Mister X reminded me, "The perfume works on all men, not just me." I started to get VERY worried! Andy squirted into my colon. I never imagined it was possible to be that full! Then he slid at least another two inches into my ass! "OH MY GOD! I'M SO STUFFED! AAAARRGGHHH! I feel like I swallowed a watermelon!" I had another massive climax and woke with fluid running down my ass too. Andy must have cum again. Mister X said, "Jane, put the blanket on a table." He laid on his back on the picnic table, with me on top of him. He kept on thrusting into me, over and over. Andy climbed on top for a third round, and withdrew after shooting into my colon again. Only seconds later, another dick was in my butt. I opened my eyes, as I felt something rubbing my nose. There was a penis in my face too! I happily sucked it, while the two others stroked into me, over and over. Everything faded into a blurry carpet of sex and orgasms. I'd never been more satisfied, or sore. ***** When Jane retired a decade later, I took over as Matron of the island and head of our porn company. I agree with Mister X and our daughter, joining the family was the best decision I ever made. She's looking forward to getting a drop of special perfume and her pair of red X tattoos when she turns 19 tomorrow. I can't wait to watch.

My Sisters and Me by drew Life progressed as usual once we returned home from our eventful holiday vacation. The month between thanksgiving and Christmas is typically busy for everyone and I hadn’t seen much of my sisters. My mom had taken it upon herself to set Katie up with one of Amira’s former classmates from medical school who was completing his residency in the city. Katie was normally wary of setups, but Amira had given her blessing and the guy seemed like quite the catch. Good looking, smart, and successful, Katie agreed to give him a shot. I figured this was probably the end of my adventures with my big sister. I had already pushed things to the edge of her comfort zone, and what else was I really hoping for? Besides, she could certainly do worse than this guy, so I was genuinely happy for her. “Wow, Katie. You look so beautiful!” Maddy complimented her older sister as Katie walked into the living room on the night of her big date. And Maddy wasn’t lying. Katie was dressed in a white, winter dress. Her wavy brown hair was shiny, with nice volume. She wore multiple expensive looking pieces of jewelry. “Well, thank you,” Katie replied, in a deep pitched, goofy manner. “I’m so glad you’re giving him a shot,” our mom beamed with pride, looking at her eldest child. “Yeah, we’ll see. The moment he starts bragging about his job though, I’m out. I swear every premed kid I’ve met feels the need to tell me how much money they’re gonna make 15 years and 2 divorces from now.” Katie struggled to take anything seriously. “Oh, be quiet. He’s Amira’s age! He should be much more mature,” mom said. “Oh, a mature gentleman! We do need one of those around here,” Katie gave an exaggerated sideways glance over to me as I sat on the couch playing video games. “Shut up,” I said. She smirked back at me, before looking down at her phone. “Welp, he’s here. See y’all in another life!” And she exited the condo. “I wish she would take this more serious,” mom said once Katie was gone. “It only gets harder to find someone as you get older.” “I’m sure Katie will be fine, with or without a guy,” Maddy said. “I know she will. I just want her to be happy. I want all you guys to be happy,” mom said. “That’s so sweet of you, mom!” Maddy said, with earnest. “Yeah, thanks mom,” I said. I got ready to head to the gym, where I was meeting Jordan and Kyle for an evening basketball game. Apparently, Kyle did end up getting in some trouble for his airport scheme. He was questioned for a bit and ended up getting kicked out. He missed his flight and had to fly out the next day from a different airport. He was actually fortunate to not be arrested - not that Katie would have ended up pressing charges. “What’s up bro?” Kyle greeted me once I got to the courts at our nearby rec center. Neither him, nor Jordan brought up the airport. We played our game and then hit the showers. As we were walking out, Jordan asked us to wait. “I gotta find Kelly, I told her I’d walk home with her,” Jordan said. “Kelly’s here?” I asked. “Yeah. Apparently, her partner in crime had a date tonight?” “Yeah,” I said. Kyle gave me an interested look. “Yeah, so Kelly’s a loser. She’s got nothing else going on without Katie.” Jordan joked. Kelly popped around the corner. Her hair was wet indicating she had just showered as well. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but still looked cute. She was bundled up with large coat, beanie, and sweatpants. “Hey, guys!” She said, “you win your game?” “Of course,” Jordan said. “Did you?” “Of course,” she mocked his tone, then laughed. “What game did you have?” Kyle asked, attempting to be part of the conversation. “I play in a girls' soccer league,” Kelly answered kindly. “Oh! By the way, Katie and I were talking. There’s coed league starting in a few weeks…would you guys be interested? Katie was also gonna ask Maddy.” Soccer wasn’t really my thing. I played football growing up which always coincided with the fall soccer season. But Jordan and Kyle lit up at the mention of my sisters. “I’d be game!” Kyle said. We’ll see how Katie felt about that… “Yeah, I’ll play,” Jordan added. “Drew?” Kelly asked, smiling. “I’m not any good,” I said. “Doesn’t matter! Our team should be stacked. We can hide you,” she laughed. “Alright, fine I’ll play,” I said, after some hesitation. “Nice! I’ll tell Katie,” Kelly started texting. Her phone lit up with a response right away. Not a great sign for that date. Kyle hung back, and Kelly, Jordan, and I began walking home to our respective places. I got back to the condo decently early. I was pretty tired and decided to get to bed. Katie’s room was empty, but Maddy peaked her head out of hers. “Looks like things are going well with her…” Maddy said when she saw me glance into Katie’s vacant bedroom. “Maybe we’ll have another doctor in the family!” “Maybe,” I replied. I noticed that Maddy was wearing a t shirt and pants - more than she usually wore when I ran into her on previous nights. I went into my own room and stripped to my boxers. I fell asleep, but was woken up about 30 minutes later when the door to our condo slammed shut and the upstairs light turned on. Guess it didn’t go that well. I heard rummaging from Katie’s room and then the light turned off. About 5 seconds later, my door was pushed open and my light was switched on. “Uggggghhh,” I groaned with annoyance. But once I opened my eyes and adjusted them, I was no longer annoyed. Katie was standing in my doorway wearing nothing but an itty-bitty orange thong. She held a boob in each hand. Her curvy little body instantly pulled me out of my drowsiness. “Why?” I said blankly, looking at her. “Cause it’s funny, and you’d be pissed at me for waking you up if I was dressed,” she said. I shook my head at her. “Don’t act like you don’t love it, we all know better by now.” “Okay…so what’s so important that couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” “I have a conference for my firm coming up in Miami in a few weeks,” she paused. “And well, Kelly can’t go cause she has finals. Same with Maddy. Amy will be there, but she’ll obviously be really busy. I was thinking…maybe you would want to come with me? Wow. Could you imagine her asking this 6 months ago? “That sounds awesome. I can check, but shit’s crazy right now so not sure I can get off,” I said. She sagged her posture a bit. “Oh yeah, whatever. Not a big deal if you can’t, I can ask mom,” Katie said. “By the way, Kelly tells me you’re gonna play soccer with us?” “Yeah…you know I’ve never played right?” “That’s okay, I can show you some things…if you want. Kelly and Maddy are both really good. Speaking of which, I need to ask Maddy - ” “- ask me what?” Maddy came busting through my door. I instantly saw she was wearing less than when I saw her earlier. In fact, she now had the same outfit on as her older sister - just a pair of underwear. Seems her competitive spirit was reignited. My sisters looked at each other. “Why are you naked?” Maddy asked. “I’m not. Why are you naked?” Katie reflected. “I’m not,” Maddy copied, nodding down at her purple panties as she crossed her arms over her breasts. Maddy looked back at me with suspicion. “What are you guys talking about in here?” “This soccer team that they’re putting together,” I said. “Are you playing?” “Yeah, I never had the chance to get back to you,” Katie said. “I can play…” Maddy looked back at her older sister, still trying to piece things together. “How was your date?” “It was good,” Katie said “Must not have been THAT good.” “Why?” “Cause you’re in here showing Drew more than I’m sure he got to see.” “Shut up, Muff Maddy.” “Can’t call me that anymore….ask Drew.” Both girls looked at me. Great. I shook my head. “Leave me out of this,” I said, putting my hands in the air. It was Katie’s turn to try and piece things together - not that that would be hard, especially for her. “Whatever…” she said. “I got home and wanted to get out of my dress and shower. I forgot I needed to ask Drew something - about the conference that YOU can’t come to!” “Oh…” “Yeah. ’Oh.’ Speaking of which, what’s your explanation? You know mom - “ Katie heard something and stuck her head out of my room. “Oh shit! Mom!” She whispered. “Nuh uh!” Maddy whispered back, she turned to face the door too. “Yeah!” Katie said. I could hear my mom’s footsteps downstairs. They were making their way to the stairwell. Then, I saw a devilish grin emerge on Katie’s face. She couldn’t resist. She bent over and whisked Maddy’s panties down to her ankles. “Ahhhh!” Maddy let out a muffled cry. Katie took quick peak at her sister’s front side to see to see if she was telling the truth. Then her eyes shifted to mine, and saw that they were glued to Maddy’s bare butt. Katie didn’t like that. She frowned, and gave Maddy a little shove. I heard creaking in the stairs…. Maddy tripped over her panties and fell backward, cursing her big sister as she did so. Katie busted out laughing, shut my light out, and bolted into the bathroom. “Shit, Drew! What do I do?!” Maddy whispered desperately at me. “Crawl under my bed!” I said, thinking quickly. If mom came up into my room and looked there, we were done. I’d probably be shipped back to my dad. But there was no other option. I heard Maddy urgently slithering on my floor. She got under the bed in just the nick of time. The light flashed back on. “Drew, what’s going on? I thought I heard someone in here?” My mom asked, as she stepped inside. “Uhhh,” I tried to make as much noise as I could because I’m almost positive I could hear Maddy breathing beneath me. “Katie had popped in to ask me a question about a conference she has coming up. But I prolly can’t go,” I said. “Oh. Did she say how her date went?” “Yeah, she said it went good,” I said. My mom gradually inched closer to my bed. I was getting increasingly nervous, and needed to get my mom out of my room. “Think she went to the bathroom; you may be able to catch her before she jumps in the shower.” “That’s alright. I’ll ask her tomorrow,” she paused, and then took a seat on the bench in my room. What the fuck! “How are things with you Drew? Have you met anyone special?” Of course, we were going to talk about this now. If my mom was maybe one foot lower, Maddy would definitely be in her eye line. “Ummm, not really, no. A decent number of dates, but no one I really clicked with, ya’know? “Well, that’s okay. Got your whole life to settle down right? I hope living with three girls hasn’t warped your views on women!” “Oh no…hey mom I’m pretty -" “I know it’s been…confusing for you with the way they dress sometimes!” I heard shuffling beneath me. Please be quiet, Maddy. “Huh?” “Oh, I just mean the incident with Maddy,” Uggggh. God damnit. “I know that girl’s destined to break hearts. But c’mon leave your brother alone! I mean she wasn’t wearing anything! I don’t even blame you for being curious. No young man could resist that!” “Mom come on,” I groaned. “And then Nancy told me about what happened with Alex at Thanksgiving. Can you believe she blamed YOU on her ‘not feeling safe’?!” Yes “She says you had the same ‘look’ on your face as when you saw Maddy! Whatever that means! Every guy in that house was looking…even Frank for God’s sake! Sometimes I just think she’s detached from reality.” “Yeah…she’s…something. I’m pretty beat mom. And gotta get up early tomorrow so you mind if I get back to sleep? “Oh, right. I’m sorry. It’s just tough to find time to talk with you. And I know you wouldn’t want your sisters to hear about this stuff!” No, I wouldn’t “Goodnight, Drew. See you tomorrow,” my mom stood up from the bench, but her slipper got kicked off. She bent down to pick it up… …and stood back up. Whew. I don’t know how she didn’t see Maddy. Mom shut my light out and closed my door on her way out. I heard the stairs creaking indicating she wasn’t going to wait around upstairs to talk to Katie. About 30 seconds passed, and I heard crawling on the floor. I shined the flashlight from my phone. Maddy was lying prone on my carpet and looking like a worm, with the exception of her peachy bare butt arched up off the ground. She looked up at me. “Too close!” She whispered. “Yeah, no shit. You better get back to your room while you can.” “Right…okay. You probably shouldn’t look…wouldn’t want you to get too ‘curious’!” She giggled and stood up off the ground, covering her boobs with one hand and using her panties to hide her kitty. She spun around and tip-toed out of the room, her nice ass swaying in the shadows was the parting image of my night. I took Katie up on her offer to teach me some soccer skills. I didn’t want to completely humiliate myself in front of the others during our first game. Maddy also joined us. We were kicking the ball back and forth, in a triangle. “Hey, so I checked with work. Definitely a no go for Miami. Sorry,” I told Katie. She frowned, slightly. But quickly regained her composure. “No biggie. I know it was short notice.” “You should ask CJ!” Maddy said. CJ was the name of the guy who took Katie out. “Yeah…maybe,” she didn’t look too convinced. “I don’t know though, I just met him. Seems a bit early for that.” I felt guilty about it, but my spirits lifted. “Ah well, I’m sure mom would go,” Maddy said. “Yeah, that’s who I was planning on asking.” I saw a slight smile creep across Maddy’s face as she looked toward me and then quickly away. “How you feeling about your boy Kyle playing with us by the way?” I asked Katie, changing the subject. “Uggggh, not happy about it. I should’ve sent his ass to jail.” Katie kicked the ball a little harder on her pass toward me. “But whatever, he can be goalie. Just stay the fuck away from me.” “Well, it just so happens he is a goalie. Or at least he told us he was in high school.” “Good.” “Apparently a good one too.” “Yeah, I don’t care if he’s Hope Solo, still don’t want him playing with us. But Kelly just HAD to ask you and Jordan with him around.” “You know he has an excuse to just look at your ass if he’s standing in the net all game, right?” Maddy giggled. “Not sure why you think it’s so funny. He’s gonna be creeping on you too,” said Katie. “At least he can’t ‘accidently’ touch us from the box.” “You’re blowing his creepiness wayyyy out of proportion, Katie. He acted the same as 90 percent of single dudes would have acted in that situation. In fact, there was plenty of dudes acting worse,” I said. “Hey, you’re the one who told me about his views on girls. It’s very…incelly,” she shuttered, and shook herself off, as if there were a bunch of insects crawling on her. Maddy smiled, and rolled her eyes. “Drew, you’re not bad at all!” She said. “Much better at soccer than you were at skiing the first time.” “I mean, I don’t have any problems kicking, no. I just don’t know what the hell I’m gonna be doing out there. Have zero idea about soccer strategy other than to kick the ball at the net.” We spent the rest of the time going over some basic rules and strategy. Once we finished, the three of us showered and met each other at the entrance. “See ya guys later!” The boy at the front desk said to us as we walked out. “That kid’s obsessed with me,” Katie said once we stepped into the frigid December weather. “Here we go again,” Maddy laughed. “Let me guess, he’s creeping on you too?” “Okay one, Kyle actually is creeping on me, without a doubt. Not like I’m imagining it….and two, does that kid let you guys in for free?” “No?” “Okay, well, when I came in today…and plenty of other times when I come in, he just goes ‘don’t worry about it, it’s on the house’,” Katie said in a mocking monotonous manner. “Even though I’ve told him AT LEAST 3 times I have a pass.” “Okay, well maybe he just thinks you’re hot? I mean I wouldn’t say he’s obsessed with you since it seems like he doesn’t even remember you?” “No that’s just it, he does remember me. One time, I was here late, like one of the last people in the gym, and he came strolling over to the weight room and said ‘sup Katie?’….I never ONCE told him my name or introduced myself.” “Eh, he probably sees your name pop up on the screen every time you come in. Think he’s called me by name before too,” Maddy said. “I don’t know, man. There’s something….off about him.” Maddy and I met each other’s eyes. She smiled and rolled them at Katie’s paranoia. We kept walking through the snow flurries, eventually reaching our place. My mom had agreed to join Katie for the weekend at her business conference. Maddy was out for her winter formal dance and I had the house to myself. I had been so busy lately, it was nice to wind down, have a beer, and play some video games. “Little bitch! How’s that taste!” I talked shit to one of my competitors. My younger cousins, Brian and Phillip, were playing along with me on my team. “Haha,” Brian joined in. “BOOM Motherfucker!” He screamed into his headset. We continued to have some fun and it was getting pretty intense, when I my phone flashed. It was a group text from my mom. It was a picture of her and Katie in downtown Miami having fun. “Having a great time, miss you guys!” The text read. I texted back that I missed them too. Maddy did as well. “We’ll be back Monday morning,” My mom texted. “How’s the dance, Maddy?” She asked. It was the first time Maddy was allowed to hang out with her friends outside of family stuff since my mom walked in on us. I guess my mom figured she learned her lesson. That, and it would be difficult to enforce anything while being thousands of miles away. “It was fun!” Maddy responded. “But it’s over now. Some people are going to hang out at Kenzie’s house, but I’m actually kinda tired lol. Think I’m gonna grab an uber…” I saw where this was heading. “I’d prefer you not take an Uber by yourself.” My mom’s text read. “Drew what are you up to?” I sighed. “I can pick her up lol” I texted. “Thanks!” “Thanks Drew!” Maddy said. “You can take my car, Drew” Katie texted. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes” I responded. I told Brian and Phillip I had to go. “Past your bedtime?” Brian joked. I ignored him. I didn’t bother to get any more presentable, and just threw my coat on, hurrying out the door. Fortunately, I had only taken about two sips of my beer. I got in Katie’s car and drove over to the banquet hall, where my sister’s dance was located. When I pulled up, I immediately saw her standing outside. She had a bright blue dress on with a coat over it. Her reddish-blonde hair was shiny and pulled into an updo. She had on a bracelet, and earrings. She waved when she saw me pull up. I waved back. There was another dude next to her, likely her date. He was only a bit taller than her, boyish appearing, with brown, messy hair. He was wearing a tuxedo that didn’t really fit him that well. I pulled the car up and put the hazard blinkers on. I got out to greet Maddy. “Thanks for coming so fast Drew!” She said. “This is Matt, my date,” she introduced me. “Hi,” Matt said. He gave a sheepish little wave. “Okay…thanks for waiting with me Matt. You’ll be okay walking home?” “Yeah, I live right there,” Matt pointed down the road. There was a lot of awkwardness. Matt was clearly hoping to get a kiss, but not in front of me. He didn’t look too pleased and was probably wishing he had just gone to that Kenzie girl’s party. I walked away from them to grant some privacy, not wanting to interfere with anything. Maddy hugged him, and pecked him on the cheek, but she didn’t seem interested in anything more. “Okay, Drew! I’m all set.” She climbed into Katie’s car. Matt began to walk away, dejected. I got in the car and drove us home. “So….” I began. “Was it actually fun?” I asked, with doubt in my voice. “Eh. It was alright. Good to get out, I guess,” Maddy said. “Yeah, those things are always hyped up.” “Yeah.” We drove the rest of the way in silence. We got home and walked up to the condo. I had the video game paused, and my beer was sitting on the coffee table. “Oh, Drew I’m sorry!” Maddy said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening!” “It’s fine, I clearly wasn’t doing much.” “Looks nice and relaxing to me…kinda jealous to be honest.” I turned to look at her in the light. She had taken her jacket and heels off. She stood in the kitchen looking positively radiant, like a Disney princess. Her dress was somewhat tight with thin straps over her shoulders. The color made her Caribbean blue eyes pop even more so than normal. She grabbed a glass of water and came over to the living room. She stood facing me. “Ahhh, finally get to get out of this thing,” she said. She reached her hand behind her back and unzipped her dress. She slid her shoulder straps down, and began pulling her dress down, and off her body. Right in front of me. My heart leapt, and I went bug-eyed, when I saw that she was not wearing any bra…nor any underwear. DAMN! For the second time in two months, I got to see Maddy standing in the living room in all her glory. This time, on her own accord. I went slack-jawed. She placed one hand on her hip and the other draped down to her mid-thigh. Thus, not covering up whatsoever. Her right knee was slightly bent, and her left leg was straightened out in front of her. Her expression was sultry, with her bottom lip slightly hung open. She wasn’t smiling. She was gazing intensely at me. Well……here I am. All bare, butt-ass naked for ya My dick flew up instantly in my shorts, and she wasn’t surprised. She blinked slowly, batting her eyelashes, and began strolling over to me. Her perky tits sat sky-high on her chest, jiggling nicely with each step. Her toned leg muscles were pronounced as she walked. She was so close to me now. Too close. I was breathing so fast. “Can I see it?” she asked, softly. I said nothing, speechless, and at a loss for words. She took that as a yes. She hooked her fingers around my shorts and boxers and pulled them away from my waist. My cock sprung out of the material, like a jack-in-the-box. It was thicker, and stiffer than it had ever been in my life. Maddy’s eyes lit up and her pupils dilated. She placed a hand on my chest, and it traveled slowly…downward. What are we doing? Her hand reached its destination and wrapped itself casually, around my erect penis. What the FUCK are we doing? She inched her body forward, her shaved clean pussy nearly brushing against my leg. She took the tip of my dick, and placed it right in the middle of her vulva. Oh my God Her pussy lips felt so soft on my cock. Puffy and warm, they spread open ever so slightly, wrapping themselves snuggly around my tip. Oh my Fucking God She looked me in the eye. I met hers, but then made the fatal error of scanning back down her body. How could I resist? She was butt-fucking-naked... sans for her earrings and bracelet...with her lively, round titties pointing upward at me and her smooth, slippery cooch - slowly, methodically, devouring my dick. Oh no My knees buckled and an unmistakable wave of ecstasy came over me. Oh no. Please God no. Not now But the threshold was already passed. There was nothing I could do. I stepped away a few inches, freeing my penis from her vaj. It shot back up toward the ceiling, before erupting. I blasted Maddy’s tits with my cum, but it didn’t stop there. She jumped backwards, and the rest splashed across her face like a Jackson Pollock. “OhmyGod!” She shrieked. My semen dripped across her eyes, down her nasal folds, inching toward her mouth – which was hanging wide open. “Maddy I’m so sorry!” I blurted out. “It came on so fast…this has never happened before!” That was the truth, but probably not the right thing to say in this particular moment. Maddy stared at me but it was difficult to get a read on how she felt. There seemed to be a wide range of emotions on her face. Shock, excitement, and pleasure for sure…. but also, disgust, humility, and shame. She finally brought her finger up to stop my cum from sneaking into her mouth. Meanwhile, my penis had already recharged. It enjoyed the sights of my younger sister drenched in my own jizz. It popped right back up, the little fucker. Maddy saw it, and repulsively nodded her head. She walked briskly out of the room and headed up the stairs. Her calves popped and her bare ass bounced as she climbed. She hurried into the bathroom, and I heard the door swing shut. What the fuck have I done… I didn’t see Maddy the rest of the weekend. I cringed every time I thought about that dreadful night. Our relationship was fucked…maybe for good. What the FUCK was I thinking?! But that’s just it. I wasn’t. It was pure instincts. Then again, SHE was the one who came on to me. But I should have never let things get this far. This wasn’t some random girl I could just ghost and never see again. Stupid, stupid, stupid…. Katie and my mom arrived home and the silence of the house was broken. But I still hadn’t seen Maddy. My mom said she was busy studying for her finals. I joined Katie for another practice session at the rec center. It was us two and Kelly. “Where’s your sister at?” Kelly asked as we went through some drills. “I dunno. Finals, I guess. She’s been weird since we got back from Miami,” Katie said. “You’ve seen her?” I blurted out. “….yeah?” “Thought she was just living at the library these days,” I attempted to act natural, and aloof. “She basically is. But she still has to sleep somewhere.” I desperately wanted to ask if Katie had talked with Maddy. And if so, what about. But that would be too obvious. So, we talked about soccer. A topic I really couldn’t give two shits about. It didn’t take long for the girls to notice my mind was elsewhere. After what seemed like the hundredth time I missed an easy kick, Kelly pointed it out. “Not to be a dick, but you weren’t kidding about your lack of skills, Drew,” she said it in a light-hearted manner. She knew I didn’t really care, or take my soccer talents (or lack thereof) seriously. In fact, Katie seemed to be more offended by her comment than me. “He was doing so well last week!” “Beginner’s luck, I guess,” even though I knew the truth. I struggled through the rest of the practice. We showered, and walked out together. Katie’s high school “stalker” was not working the entrance today. “You seeing CJ tonight?” Kelly asked. “Oh…yeah, I guess. He said he wants to hang out.” “Don’t sound too excited,” Kelly said. “Well, actually…I was thinking, maybe you guys would want to meet us out? If you want…that is,” Katie asked. “That sounds fun!” Kelly responded quickly. “Drew?” “Umm yeah. That does sound like a good time,” and I meant it. I needed some drinks. And even if Kelly was a tease, she was good company. Plus, I could get a sense of this CJ dude. “Okay!” Kelly paused, and looked at me. “Oh, umm, do you want me to ask Jordan?” She asked timidly. “Nah, he said he was hanging out with some chick tonight.” “Oh, okay,” Kelly smiled. Later on, I walked over to Kelly’s place. It was actually in the same building as Jordan’s. I texted her, and she buzzed me to come up. I entered her apartment which was decorated in a minimalist style. She was a surprisingly neat person. She greeted me, wearing a skimpy top, that was low cut and only went to her midriff. It was loose fitting, and not a great choice for where we were headed. “Hey!” She said. “Hey Kelly, you look nice,” I said. “Thanks,” She smiled. “That being said….I uhhh…” “It’s a bad choice, isn’t it? I knew it!” “Yeah…you’d likely be showing a lot,” I said. “It’s okay, thanks for telling me. I got a backup plan, come here,” she turned and walked into her room, motioning me to follow. Her bed had faint green sheets on it, and sat low to the ground. Without missing a beat, Kelly stripped her shirt off and turned to hang it back in her closet. She had on a black bra underneath. While still facing her closet, she unclasped the bra and covered her breasts with an arm, before turning to drop the bra in one of her dresser drawers. My dick swelled in my jeans, and it was nice to know that it didn’t ONLY respond to my sisters these days… She grabbed a sports bra out from the drawer, turned away, and threw it on. Then she turned back to face me. Her nips protruded through the bra. She walked over to her bed and bent over to grab a shirt that was lying on it. Her small, tan cleavage was on display. She raised the shirt over her head. “Better?” She asked. “Definitely…and you still look good,” I said. “We should get going.” We bundled up and headed out into the cold. It was a decent walk, and we arrived at the TopGolf complex, which was our destination. Katie and CJ were already at the bar, waiting for us. “Hey guys!” Kelly said excitedly. She made her way over to greet CJ. CJ was about my height and size. He had dark hair and a dark beard that was well groomed. He was dressed in a polo and tight-fitting golf pants. He had a sharp jawline and prominent cheek bones and gave off a bit of a pretty-boy vibe. I went over to shake his hand. “Drew?” He said politely. “CJ, nice to meet you.” I turned my eyes to my big sister and saw that she had on a similarly loose-fitting top as to what Kelly was wearing earlier. Kelly noticed it as well, and grimaced at me in a playful fashion. The four of us got some drinks and made our way over to our booth. We checked in and CJ started the game. He lined up his feet, carefully swung his club back and forth, focused on the ball, and…..duffed it. Finally, a sport I was better than the others at. I already knew Katie and Kelly sucked. CJ was dressed in a manner that I thought he’d be pretty good. And wasn’t golfing a big part of being a doctor? But alas, he was terrible. Not that I’m great myself. But I practice enough to put the rest of my party to shame. I lined up after CJ, and drilled a long shot out to a high scoring hole near the back. “Jeeze, Drew!” Kelly exclaimed. “Nice shot!” “What, did you guys bring a ringer here tonight or something to embarrass me?” CJ chuckled at his own joke. Katie gave him a courtesy smile before looking at me. It was Kelly’s turn. I sat behind her and admired her thick ass in her tight leggings as she prepared to swing. Her form was all over the place, but she actually made decent contact. The ball sliced to the right in the air, but she was still able to score a few points. “Luuuuuckkkkky,” CJ hollered. I noticed him take a few ass glances of his own when Kelly turned her back to him to give me a high five. Katie stepped up to the tee. She is a lefty, and was facing my direction. She bent over to place her ball, granting me a fantastic look down her shirt. Stop. I told myself. I needed to stop with this sister shit. I looked away. Her form was much better than Kelly’s, though, the result was the same. CJ was the only person with 0 points after the first round. We continued to play, drinking beer pitchers as the rounds wore on. CJ shanked several more shots. Every time after he did it, he would make a comment like “God, what’s wrong with me today?” It was Katie’s turn again. She was actually in second place at this time. She did her same routine of bending over for me. I continued to resist. “Babe, wait!” CJ stopped her. Babe? After a few dates? Kelly and I grinned at each other. Katie looked up and saw us, and an embarrassed look flashed across her face. Her eyes even gave a little flicker of annoyance. CJ inched toward her and grabbed her by the waist. His groin was right up against her ass. He tried to teach her the motion of a swing, as if he was any position to do that after his own performance throughout the night. Seeing him grinding up against her made me angry. Not because of jealousy, but because he was clearly making my sister uncomfortable. “Okay, I got it,” she snapped her response at him and he finally got the picture. He sat back in his seat, dejected. Katie swung, and unexpectedly, hit her best shot of the night. “See! I told ya!” CJ shouted. I swore her eyes flickered again. The four of us finished up our game. I won, in a landslide. Kelley ended up finishing a few points ahead of Katie. CJ, as expected after his first round, came in last. And he wasn’t happy about it. He wasn’t saying much as we gathered our things, but made a huge ordeal about needing to be the one who paid for our drinks and games. We began saying our goodbyes. “Can you take me back to my condo, CJ?" Katie asked. She seemed to making it clear there was not going to be any spending the night with him. Again, he looked frustrated. “Sure,” was all he said. “You headed back there too Drew?” She asked me, in a casual manner. “Uh, yeah. I guess. I’ll walk Kelly home and then be there a bit later,” I replied. Kelly and I headed out of the complex back into the heart of the city. It was my first holiday in the city, and there was certainly a romantic charm around this time of year. Light snowflakes floated down from the sky as the bars and restaurants blared Christmas music into the night. There were large fir trees and colorful lights and decorations all around. It was impossible not to catch the cheer. Walking with Kelly, I could tell she could feel it too. She was even more bubbly than normal. “Soooo what do you think of CJ? She asked me. “Umm, well, he seems like a decent guy,” I said. “Ahh c’mon Drew, just say it! “What?” “You know!” She smiled at me. I did know. But I wasn’t going to the one to say it. I smiled back and said nothing. “Okay, fine. I’ll say it,” she gave in. “Dooooooouuuuuuuuche” I laughed. “Agreed,” I said. “Now, I see why she didn’t seem that into him.” “Didn’t she say anything to you?” “Not much no, but I haven’t really seen her that much lately. I’ve been busy with school and she was on her trip. But still I thought she would’ve said something! And to go on a couple more dates with him! She’s normally so picky, and ditches dudes the first chance she gets,” Kelly ranted. “Huh,” was all I said. We continued to talk until I reached her building. I came in, and walked her up to her apartment. We looked at each other for a bit, not saying anything. “You wanna come in for a bit?” “Oh…uh…yeah,” she took me by surprise. “You don’t have to if don’t want to Drew,” she clearly noticed my hesitation. "I definitely want to." And so I stepped back into Kelly's apartment. She made her way over to the kitchen and poured us each a glass of wine. While standing in the kitchen, I noticed textbooks and notepads layered out on a desk. "Did you have your finals already?" "Most of them. Still have one left, but it's my hardest one." "Yeah, this looks....intimidating." Kelly laughed. "Doesn't everything from the outside?" "No," I said bluntly. "What's your actual major?" "Promise not to make fun of me?" "Promise." "Math," she said sheepishly. "Why would I make fun of that?" "Cause it's suuuuuper nerdy," she laughed. "Well, yeah. But everyone's nerdy about something." Kelly cozied up closer to me. We met each other's eyes, and I leaned into her. We began making out. She sat up on the countertop and we continued to kiss. I slid my hands under her shirt and caressed her back. She raised her arms up over her head, inviting me to lift her shirt off. I complied, exposing a nice amount of her naturally tanned skin. She felt warm, and her core was firm. I moved my lips down her neck and the scent of her floral perfume crept into my nose. BZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZ Her phone, lying next to her on the countertop lit up and vibrated. We both briefly glanced at it, before dismissing it, and went back to kissing. “Let’s go to the couch,” Kelly slid back onto her feet and grabbed my hand. She led me over to a light grey couch that doubled as a futon. She lied down on her back and arched her hips up. I knew what that meant. I grabbed the waistband of her leggings, and slowly slid them off her pelvis, down to her thighs, and past her knees. Her black booty shorts and athletic legs came into sight. I was ready to go. I put my lips on her tummy and kissed. BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZZ “Fuuuuuuck!” Kelly cried out. “I’m sorry Drew…do you mind?” I do, as a matter of fact “No, no, go ahead! It could be important,” was the lie that came out. “Thanks,” she got up and swayed back to the kitchen where her phone sat. God, her ass was so big for such a small waisted girl… “Katie! What’s up?!” Hearing my sister’s name intrigued me. I listened in, but Kelly turned to me with a finger in the air as if to say hang on. She disappeared into her room, deep in conversation. It didn’t seem like I was invited to follow. My erection faded and I got up to grab my own phone. I had a couple of missed texts of my own….both from Katie. I unlocked screen and read them: “Hey, are you coming home?” The first one read. “Where are you guys?” A second one, sent 12 minutes later asked. She clearly seemed okay. What could possibly be so urgent? I hung out on Kelly’s couch, for a while. After about 20 minutes, I started to feel dumb just sitting there. I got up to “use the restroom” which was conveniently located next to Kelly’s bedroom. While walking down the hall I heard energetic chatter. The door was wide open, and I figured it was okay to peek in. Kelly sat on the bed, and had already thrown some sweatpants and a t shirt on. She waved at me from the entrance way. I couldn’t tell what the girls were talking about, but it didn’t sound serious at all. Nonetheless, the mood had shifted, and I was never one to overstay his welcome. “It’s pretty late Kell, I’m gonna get headed back to my place,” I whispered. Kelly gave me an exaggerated frown, then pointed to her phone and made the universal “overly talkative” motion with her hand. “I’m sorry!” she mouthed to me. Yeah, I was sorry too. As it was abundantly clear Katie was cockblocking. I waved Kelly goodnight and gathered my coat. I walked home alone, cold, and frustrated. The Christmas decorations didn’t have near the same appeal as they did a few hours ago. Once home, I quickly showered, turned my lights out, and got into bed. Then, guess who appeared in my doorway. “Drew!” Katie whispered. “Whaaaat?” I mumbled. I shined my phone toward her. I saw her curvy silhouette standing under the arch. Again, she cupped her tits, hiding them from me. But this time, I didn’t see any underwear waistband, and I’m pretty certain she was completely bottomless. She didn’t cover her privates, but she was turned to the side. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. I fought the urge and sunk my head back to the pillow. “What’s wrong?” She said, more than asked. “Nothing, I’m tired. Whatsup?” From the corner of my eye, I saw her turn her body more toward me. Now, I could probably get a decent pussy shot if I wanted… Don’t look. “You’ve been weirdly….not looking at me? Ever since I got back from Miami.” “Huh?” “I mean looking at your sister is weird. For a normal person. But y’know you on the other hand…it’s the opposite?” She let out an awkward, almost self-conscious laugh. “Yeah…I was with Kelly tonight. You were with CJ…” “Ohhhhh, I get it. CeeeeJaaaaay. Yeah… I gave Amira the benefit of the doubt on him…” “Yeah, how were those two ever friends?” “I know!” Katie laughed, more relaxed this time. “Well, whatever. I don’t plan on seeing him again…” Katie stepped fully into my room. She was now facing me – dead on. A full look at her kitty was there for the taking. I hadn’t seen it since Thanksgiving…. DON’T LOOK She lingered there for a bit. Welcoming my eyes. Wanting them to find their way between her legs. Daring me…. I held off the urge. The night with Maddy had me all fucked up. Plus, I was frustrated with Katie. She cockblocked me earlier, just so she could pull this stunt. After about 15 seconds of torturing myself, Katie gave up. “Alriiiiiiight, well I guess I better get to bed then. It’s probably not long before it’s Maddy’s turn to come in here naked…” Oh, I highly doubt that.

My Exhibitionist Nudist Daughter by KinkVariety My Exhibitionist Nudist Daughter Ch. 01 My daughter reveals her secrets to me. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the table next to my bed. I look at the clock and it says 2:30am. I'm kind of confused as I have never received a call at this hour. The number is not one of my contacts. Without thinking further I answer. "Hello?" "Hello, is this Jack Spencer?" "Who is this?" "This is Officer Mike Jarvis of the Riverland Police Department." For a moment I panic wondering what is happening. "Are you the father of Samantha Spencer?" Now I am in full blown panic mode. "Yes, is she ok? What happened?" "She is ok. We have her in custody and she gave us this number to call." "Custody? For what?" "She was arrested for public indecency, sir." "Public indecency? What the hell are you talking about? Can I talk to her?" "No, but you can come and pick her up. We can provide more information then." I ask for the location and get all the details. I very quickly get dressed, grab my stuff, and head out. I arrive at the police station and go to the main desk. "I'm here for my daughter Samantha Spencer." "Wait right here sir." The officer goes back behind the door behind the desk. She comes back a minute later. "Come on back sir." I follow her and in the back room is Samantha, sitting on a bench wearing a very large hoodie that doesn't look like one of hers. She looks up at me, red-faced and teary, and then looks down toward the floor. She doesn't have any shoes on and looks like no pants or shorts either. "Sam, are you ok?" Without looking at me a very faint yes comes out of her mouth. "Sir please come over here and fill out this paperwork." "So what happened exactly," I ask the officer. "I don't know how to put this delicately, but your daughter was found in Stone Park. Naked." "Naked in the park?" "Yes. She was also, how do I say this, pleasuring herself." "What the hell are you talking about?" "We received a call about a naked person in the and went out there. When the officers arrived she must not have heard them walk up. They said she was pleasuring herself as they walked up to her." "And they're sure?" "From what I was told, there was no mistaking it." I am thinking this all must be a joke, or at least a misunderstanding. After looking back at Sam I am thinking maybe not. After I'm done they tell me we are free to go and let me know there will be a court date and some other stuff. I half hear everything they are telling me while looking at Sam and wondering what the hell happened. I walk over to my daughter. "Let's go Sam." As we are walking out they give her a plastic Ziploc bag. "Here are your.....belongings," they tell her. I look at it and it appears to be a butt plug, a rather large one at that. She doesn't even look at me and puts it into the hoodie pouch. There was nothing else in the bag or handed to her. I wonder where her keys, phone, etc are at. I don't know what to say so don't say anything at all. We walk out and get into the car. I don't start it and look over at her. "Sam, what is going on?" "I'd rather not talk about it." "Well, I would. I was just called to the police station in the middle of the night to pick up my daughter and was told she was masturbating in a park while naked." I can't believe those words just came out of my mouth. "You are going to think I am crazy and weird and probably want to disown me." "What are you talking about? Nothing you could do would ever make me want that." "You already know what happened. You just said it." "Why were you doing this?" "I don't know," she says. "What do you mean you don't know?" "Ok. It seems like we are going to talk about this" she says. After a long pause "Do you promise you won't think less of me?" "Never, Sam." "Ok, here it is. Sometimes late at night I will wander around the house naked when you are sleeping. Sometimes I will go into the backyard. Sometimes I walk around the house. Once in a while I will walk further into the neighborhood." "You walk around the house and outside naked," I ask, making sure I heard this correctly. "Yes" she says, not looking at me. "Why?" "Being completely honest, it makes me happy and feels good. Sorry if you think that is weird." "It's a little weird, but I just want to understand. How often do you do this? Do you bring clothes with you when outside?" Looking at her in this hoodie that was pretty obviously not hers I was guessing the answer was no, but hoping I was wrong. "Ok. I'm going to say a bunch of stuff. Please let me finish and please don't freak out. We're both adults and I am going to be completely honest with you as there's no holding back now." I nod. "Well, let's hear it." "I think I am an exhibitionist, Dad. Well, maybe not a full one, as I like the possibility of being caught or seen, but wasn't sure I wanted to be. I also think I am kind of a nudist. Whenever you are not home I am almost always naked. As soon as I see or hear your car, or know when you'll be home, I throw on a dress or sweats or something. I always keep something nearby when in the house. To answer your question, no, I don't bring clothes with me when I go outside at night. I didn't bring any with me tonight. The added thrill of not having any clothes to put on if caught excites me. I don't wear anything at all. No socks, shoes, jewelry, nothing. I like to be 100% completely naked." I am in complete shock. My 19 year old daughter is telling me she walks around naked in our house and outside and doesn't bring any clothes with her. A fleeting thought of arousal comes into my mind, but I try to force it out. "Tonight I decided to push my limits. I decided to walk to the park and see how far I could get. While being careful not to be seen I got to the park and it was pitch black. I went in and sat on the slide, taking in the fact that I was in this park, completely naked. It was so peaceful and quiet, and it really turned me on knowing that I was naked with no access to clothes in such a public place. Well, one thing led to another and you know the rest. The police found me, arrested me, and now we're here." "Wasn't," I said. "What," she asked. "You said you weren't sure you wanted to be seen. Are you sure now?" "Well, when I was caught, it was pure panic, but also at the same time I enjoyed that someone saw me. And..." she trailed off. "And what?" "And I orgasmed harder than I have in my entire life while the police officers watched me. There, I said it." I was taken aback. My daughter was saying things I would never think I'd hear out of her mouth. I just stared at her, open-mouthed. "Well, you asked, and I gave you the truth." "So you aren't wearing anything under that hoodie?" "No. They gave it me when they arrested me." Before I asked this next question I wondered if I should, or just stop here. I went ahead anyways. "What about what they handed you on the way out of the station?" "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that" she says a little sheepishly. "Is it what I think it is?" "If you think it is a butt plug, then yes." Another sentence I never thought I'd hear out of my daughter's mouth. I stare at her for what seems like minutes. "While we're doing this, yes I had this butt plug in me when I was arrested. I like butt plugs Dad. I like the way they feel." "Is this something you do often as well?" "Yes. I am kind of addicted to them. I almost always have one in me." "Even at home?" "Yes." "Just at night when doing.....this stuff?" "No, like all the time. Yes, even when you are home. When we are eating dinner, or watching TV, or talking. I even....." she stopped. "Even what?" "Even when I go out with friends." "You have a butt plug inside you when you leave the house?" "Yes, Dad. Like I said, I'm kind of addicted to them." "So to be clear, last night when we were watching a movie..." She interrupted me, "yes." "I don't know what to say to all of this, Sam." "You don't have to say anything. You asked and I told you. I am not ashamed of having my quirks, kinks, whatever you call them. I am just embarrassed that you found out like this. We all masturbate. I do. You probably do. I just like to add a little adventure to mine." "Aren't you worried about...it...falling out?" "That's part of the excitement for me. Knowing I could be caught or it can fall out and hit the floor while around people is just as good of a feeling as having it inside of me. It's never happened though, if you were wondering." I was. I thought to myself how she said fall out and hit the floor. Wouldn't it just stay in her underwear? "If it fell out, wouldn't it just be in your underwear?" "Well, another confession. I don't wear underwear, Dad. I hate them. So confining." "You never wear underwear?" "Nope." "What about with dresses?" "Nope. And just so you know, I am always aware I am not and am careful, especially when wearing dresses." "So you're telling me that not only do you walk around outside naked and do these things, but you also leave the house, go to school, hang with friends, and all of the time you have a butt plug inside of you? And on top of that you are not wearing any underwear, even with dresses?" "Yes, Dad." "What am I going to do with you," I ask her jokingly. "I hope nothing. I hope we can eventually get past this and get back to normal." "I am not sure how normal it can be knowing all of this." "I hope almost all the way back, as much as possible," Sam says. "Can we go home? If you haven't noticed I am only wearing this hoodie and it is 430am. I'm almost naked and tired." "Yes, let's go." The next day we try to get back to normal, but every time I see her I am wondering if has underwear on or is not using a butt plug. At dinner Sam sits down, wearing a simple blue sundress, and just simply says "Yes." "Huh." I ask. "I noticed that you having been looking at me a little weird all day. If you are wondering if what I told you last night is still true the answer is yes." I immediately know what she is talking about, but ask anyways. "So you have one inside of you right now?" "Yes." "And..." "And no, I am not wearing any underwear. Just because you found all of this stuff out doesn't mean I want to change. I like doing this. It makes me feel good. I am sorry if that weirds you out, but I want to be honest with you from now on. I am not all of a sudden going to start wearing underwear when I haven't in years. I am also not going just stop wearing butt plugs either." "Are you still going to.....at night?" "Yes. I probably won't leave our property for a couple of days, though." "Well that's a relief," I say jokingly. A laugh escapes Sam and we both just laugh for a few seconds before I look at her. "Well, I don't know what to say. I am not going to forbid you to do anything, but I ask that you please be safe. I am not going to judge you, I love you. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you." "I know Dad. And thank you for saying all of that. I love you too. I promise to be safe." "I am just trying not to think about the fact that while I am sleeping, or out, my daughter will be roaming around the house and outside while naked." "Sorry if it weirds you out." "A little, but we're adults like you said. I guess I'll have to get used to it." Sam stands up, leans over, and kisses me on the cheek while giving me a big hug. She sits back down. "Since we're talking about this stuff, and at the risk of completely overwhelming you and pushing this too far, I have a question. I am unsure if I want to ask it, though." "Sam, at this point I'm not sure what you can say that will surprise me anymore." I try to prepare myself for what's coming. She is looking at her plate, twirling her fork aimlessly. "You know how I said I think I am a nudist?" "Yes, I remember." "Well...I was wondering..." Then a pause. "What?" "Please don't think I am extra weird for this, but would you mind if, while at home, I walked around naked?" "Don't you already do that?" "Yes, but I mean like when you're here, when we're awake?" I am frozen. "Sorry, did I push too far?" I snap out of it. "Well....hmmmm....are you asking me if you can be naked in front of me?" "Yes. I am hoping to not have to worry about covering up at all when home. It's not that I specifically want to be naked for you so you can stare at me. I just want to be myself in my own house and hope you'll be ok with that. If you say no I completely understand." After thinking for a minute, "you don't think it will be weird to walk around naked in front of me?" Sam stands up, lifts the bottom of her dress over her head and throws it on the floor. "Does this answer your question?" I can't help but look at my naked daughter. I am a mixture of nervous, flabbergasted, and turned on. I again try to push that stuff out of my head but it is very hard to do that. Her body is one of the nicest I have ever seen. She just stands there in complete silence looking at me looking at her, as if inviting me to keep looking. I look her up and down. Completely shaved. Her tits are a perfect medium size. After what seems like an eternity Sam says "No, I do not think this is weird. Do you?" "A little." She leans down, picks up her dress, and starts to put it back on. "Wait. Don't. If you want to do this, then do it. I will learn to get used to it if this is what you really want and it makes you happy." The biggest smile comes across her face and she again hugs me. "Oh sorry, didn't think about that," she says, realizing her naked body is touching me. "It's ok." She stands back up. "Do you want to see it?" "See what?" "The butt plug, silly." I had completely forgotten about that part. "Sure, why stop now?" Sam smiles, turns around, bends a little at her waist, grabbing her thighs, and I see it. A butt plug with a green jewel sticking out of my daughter's butt. I also realize I am seeing her pussy for the first time. She seems to do a little wiggle and turns back around. "This is me, Dad. Your little weirdo." "My little weirdo," I say back looking into her eyes. I stand up and hug her. "I want you to be who you are. You don't have to hide anything with me." "I love you, Dad" "I love you too." "Can we get back to dinner," Sam asks. "Sure." We sit back down, Sam still completely naked, and have dinner like the many times we have before. After a while I almost forget she is naked with a butt plug in her ass. Once in a while I glance at her body and one time she catches me. She just smiles. "I am not going to be weirded out by you looking at me, just so you know. I don't expect you to never look at me again." I just give an awkward half smile and don't say anything. "I'm not stupid. I am a naked girl sitting right next to a man, albeit my dad. I know you will look. It's just how it is. I am not ashamed of my body and not embarrassed at all. I feel like I am in great shape and take care of myself. This is not for you. It's for me." "That you are," I say. Realizing how that may have sounded I follow up. "Not that it matters, but yes, I agree." "If you were naked I would look at you too." If I was naked I think to myself. Does she want me to be naked? Why is this arousing me more? "Well, we can just leave that to you as it what's you want. I very much like being clothed in front of my daughter." "You don't have anything to be ashamed of either. You're in great shape." "Well, thank you, but this is your thing, not mine." "Ok Dad. Just saying." After dinner we clear the table and bring the dishes to the kitchen. Sam will usually help me with clearing off plates, rinsing, or loading the dishwasher. Just this time she is doing it completely naked. I start to get aroused again. I am trying to not be, but then think to myself what am I going to do, never be aroused one time with my beautiful naked daughter walking around all the time? I will just let it happen. I will try to feel less guilt over time. After cleanup she asks if I want to watch a movie. "Sure. Anything in mind?" "You pick," Sam says. "I'll be right back. Bathroom." Sam heads upstairs. I sit on the couch and turn on the TV. I decide to look for and play The Hangover, a movie we both love and watch a lot. Sam comes back down the stairs, still naked. Not sure why I was surprised. She sees The Hangover ready to go. "Awesome! I haven't seen this in a while. Good pick." It hits me. When we watch movies Sam will usually sit right next to me, and even most of the time have her head on my shoulder or get cuddled up next to me. I wonder to myself what will happen here. This time she sits on the other end of the sectional by herself, cross legged. I am both kind of relieved and somewhat sad. Does this mean things are going to change between us? Are we not going to be as close as we were because of this? I get a little sad thinking I will be a little more distant with my little girl. I get up and turn off the lights. We start the movie. After a few minutes I catch her glace over at me. I just give a smile. After a few more minutes another look. "Everything ok," I ask her. "Yeah. It's just that usually when we watch a movie we cuddle up closer. I know we can't do that anymore because I am naked and your daughter. Just makes me a little sad. I was hoping nothing would change." Before I say this next sentence I really think about it, and what it means. "It doesn't have to." "Really," she asks excitedly. "Really. If you want to come sit next to me that would be ok. Why change our habits? You said you are not embarrassed and don't feel like it's a big deal. I can try to do the same." She immediately stands up, walks over, and sits down right next to me, shoulder to shoulder. She lays her head on my shoulder, looks up at me with her beautiful green eyes and smiles. "Thanks Dad." "I love you Sam." "Love you too." After a while she starts shifting. "Is everything ok," I ask. "I'm just a little cold, but it's fine." I notice her nipples are a lot harder than they were earlier. I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and cover us in it. "Thanks." "No problem. Wouldn't want you to be cold." I realize this means I won't get to look at her body, but also am partially relieved. It's an odd feeling of disappointment and arousal. After a while of watching the movie I can swear I feel her moving a little bit. Probably just scratching an itch. It continues. "Everything ok," I ask. "Yeah. Sorry, just had an itch." When she looks at me her face seems flusher than before. After a few minutes I notice it again, but this time not as much. Is she...touching herself under the blanket? This makes me hard as a rock. Luckily she is not near my lap and looking away from me. I shift to not make it as obvious. Is my daughter masturbating right next to me on this couch while leaning against me? I think to myself no way. Has to be something else or I am imagining it. After a while she lets out a sigh then what seems like a fake cough. Did she just orgasm and try to cover it up? For the rest of the movie I am not even paying attention. I am just thinking about what happened, and all that happened earlier. I am in a complete daze. Is this what life will be like from now on? Is that ok? Is it ok if I think about my naked daughter masturbating and get turned on? After a while the movie ends and Sam says she's tired and going to head to bed. We stand up and she gives me the biggest hug. "Goodnight Daddy. Love you." "Love you too, baby. See you tomorrow." She walks up the stairs. I notice something sticking out of her ass that's different than earlier. Not the green jewel, but rather a piece of black rubber or something. I sit down and watch a little TV to wind down for the night. After a while I start to get tired so I straighten up, put things away, turn everything off, and head upstairs to my room. As I am passing Sam's room I hear what sounds to be a faint moaning. Is she masturbating right now? Again? I stand and listen, knowing I shouldn't, but can't help it. She is moaning more and more. "Right there Daddy," she says. What the hell, I think. Is she thinking about me while doing this? It's too much for me to handle. I unzip my pants, drop them to the floor and start stroking myself to the sound of my daughter moaning. I am so horny I finish in what seems like one minute. Cum goes all over the floor. Shit, I have to clean this up. I go to the bathroom and grab tissues, wet them, then come back. Sam must have heard the noise as when I bend down to clean up the mess she opens her door. "Dad, what are you doing?" "Oh, nothing. Just noticed a little stain and cleaning it up before I head to bed." "Oh, Ok," she says, with a little smile on her face. I wonder if she knows what I did and what's going on. She walks up and hugs me again. "Good night again Daddy." "Night, baby." She goes back into her room and shuts the door. I go to my room, get into bed, and replay the events of the last few days in my head. I masturbate once more then fall right asleep. When I wake up, after using the bathroom, I start to walk downstairs. I pass by Sam's room. The door is open and she's not inside. I get to the stairs and smell food. She must be making breakfast. I arrive at the kitchen and there is my daughter, in all her naked glory, cooking bacon and eggs on the stove. The green butt plug is back this time. She turns around. "Morning Daddy. I thought you might like a nice breakfast after yesterday. I threw a lot at you and want you to know how appreciative I am that you are accepting of me and my quirks." "Baby, I wouldn't ever not be. I will support you in anything." She walks up and gives me a big hug, lingering a little longer than normal. She finishes cooking and we sit down to eat. "What are you going to do on this beautiful Saturday," I ask. "Not much. I'm going to head over to Molly's and hang out. We may do some shopping and figure something else out." After breakfast we clean up and she heads upstairs. After a while she comes down wearing yoga pants and a hoodie. "Alright, Dad. I'm off to Molly's. I'll check in later." "So, are you.....? "Yes and yes. But remember, I'll be careful." "Ok. I just worry." "That's sweet, but remember, I've been doing this for a while. I'm good." "Ok, will you be back for dinner?" "I'll probably eat at Molly's or go out somewhere. I won't be back too late." "Ok, sounds good. Be safe. Love you." "Love you too," as she heads out the door. My butt-plugged commando daughter. After an uneventful day I am winding down watching TV. It's late and Sam arrives home. As soon as she steps inside she takes off her hoodie. No shirt or bra underneath. She then takes off her yoga pants. No underwear. She comes and sits next to me on the couch. We talk about her day and I let her know that I pretty much did nothing except some chores and stuff, watched some TV. "Dad?" "Yes?" "I was thinking...." Ok, what now, I think to myself. "You already know I go outside at night sometimes. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go with me? Maybe tonight?" "I don't know about that Sam. It's one thing knowing you do it, but it's another to be with you. What if we're seen? How would I explain that? Besides, there is no way I am getting naked and going outside." "I'm not asking you to be naked. Just to come with. I actually prefer you to be clothed if we do. I kind of like it. It will really emphasize my nudity to be with a clothed person." "You're serious?" "Yes." I think about it for a while. The thought immediately arouses me, walking around outside with my naked daughter. But can I really do this? Is this crossing a line? Taking it out of our house and into the world. "Ok." "Yes? You'll join me?" "Yes, I will join you." She is so happy and gives me a big tight hug. "It's 11:30, probably a little too early." "Yeah. I usually do it around 1am or so. I never see anyone around that time." "How about we watch a movie?" "Sure," Sam says. "How about The Great Outdoors?" She looks at me and we both laugh. "The Great Outdoors it is." I find it and we start watching. Sam, sitting next to me, lays her head on my shoulder. After a while I realize she is not needing or asking for a blanket. She must not be cold. The movie finishes and it's a little after 1am. "Well..." I say. "Well, I'm ready if you are," says Sam, smiling. "So what do we do?" "Well, I typically go into the backyard and just hang for a little bit. Making sure I can't hear anything going on. Then I walk along the side of the house toward the front and stay there for a bit, monitoring the situation." Like a solider scouting the enemy I think to myself. "After a while I will slowly walk out and make sure there's no one around. I have never seen anyone this late, but check just in case. If I don't see anyone I will walk along the sidewalk. Sometimes I don't go far, sometimes I keep going farther." I walk behind my naked daughter and notice a red jeweled butt plug this time. "Don't your feet hurt?" "No, I'm used to it. And plus the feeling of the pavement on my bare feet really makes me realize how naked I am. It adds to the excitement. If it were legal I would live like this the rest of my life." That last sentence really hits me. My daughter would want to be naked for the rest of her life? After a while I ask "time to go back inside?" She turns back toward me, smiles, and says "not even close. We are going to the park." "The one where you were arrested? No way." "Dad, we'll be very careful. Plus, I'll have you to look out for me so I won't be surprised again." I decide to go with the flow. "Ok. But if we see even one car we are out of there." "Deal," she says. Luckily we live in a small town where it's completely dead late at night. We get to the park after a short uneventful walk, although I realize how crazy this is as Sam is walking along the sidewalk, not some back unseen path or something. I wonder if anyone has ever seen her from their windows, but no lights are on in any house we pass. As we arrive she runs in and starts on the swing. Seeing my naked daughter swinging is a sight to behold. After a few minutes of that she gets out and starts running around, like a dog playing. I guess she is just happy be naked outside. After a little of that she sits down on the slide. THE slide. She just looks around. "Dad?" "Yes?" "I don't really know of any other way to ask this, but...would you mind if I, you know?" "Are you asking me if you can masturbate right now?" "Yes. I am very turned on. We already talked about us being adults and knowing we both masturbate. I just want to do it here again." "I don't know, Sam. You were arrested last time." "Nothing will happen this time," she says. "I trust my lookout." "Ok, fine. Go ahead. I will go sit over there and turn around. Try not to be loud." "You don't have to." "What do you mean?" "You don't have to turn around and go over there. You can stay here if you want." "You want me to watch you masturbate?" "Yes, Dad. Will you please watch me masturbate? I think it will be very hot." I am again completely shocked. It's one thing to see my daughter naked, and be outside with her naked. But watch her pleasure herself? The though excites me and worries me tremendously. If we are caught I will be so fucked. How would I explain this? After all the thinking, my horniness takes over. "Ok, I will watch you. Hurry up." "Dad, I want to enjoy this. I'm not going to rush it." She licks her fingers then lightly rubs her clit for a bit. She inserts a finger, then two. It looks like she is in total ecstasy, alternating between rubbing her clit and fingering herself, holding her balance with her other hand. She lifts her legs up and spreads them as wide as she can. She is completely spread eagle, right in front of me, sitting on the edge of the slide, rubbing and fingering herself while looking me straight in the eyes. After a while she then looks down toward my pants. I know she can see my hard dick through my jeans. She looks back up at me, then back down again. Does she want me to take my dick out? Without thinking more I move my hand toward my zipper and she lets out a little moan, still rubbing herself. "Yes, please," she says. I take my dick out. It's hard as a rock. I start stroking myself, watching my daughter masturbate. She climaxes and lets out a loud moan, her body trembling. I look around and hope no one heard. That's enough for me and I start to go faster and moan. I close my eyes and let out what feels like the most cum I have ever let out. I open my eyes and, to my astonishment, Sam is kneeling right in front of me. I didn't hear her get up off the slide or come near me. She has my cum all over her face and hair, and has the biggest smile on her face, looking me right in the eyes. "Oh no, what did you do?" "I was so caught up in the moment and it was just a reflex. I wanted to have your cum on me." "Baby. No, This is really wrong." "Worse than walking with me to the park while naked and watching me masturbate?" "Yes. That was just watching. Now this is different." While we are talking my cum is still all over her. She stands up. "Dad. This was the hottest thing that's ever happened in my entire life." I don't know what to say next. "How about we go back home," Sam asks. "That sounds good to me. How are we going to get you cleaned up?" "No need. I like it. I want to leave it for the walk home." "You want to walk back home, naked, with my cum all over your face?" "Yes." "Well, ok. Let's get back quick then." We head out of the park. As we are walking I notice her take a finger to her face, scoop some of my cum, then lick her finger. I don't say a word. After another minute or so I notice her reach behind herself, grab her butt plug, and pull it out. It is a lot larger than I thought it would be. It had to have been 3 inches wide. Without looking over at me she takes it to her mouth and starts licking it and sucking on it. I stop dead in my tracks. Sam also stops. "Does this weird you out?" "That was just in your ass. And you're...licking it?" "Yes. It turns me on to taste myself. I am not ever going to hold anything back from you from now on. I think we are past that," she says with a smile while pointing to my cum on her face. "How much more can there be?" "In due time, Dad." With all I've seen I am really wondering what she means by that. We get home and once inside I notice that all my cum has dried on her face. "Well, I think I'm going to take a shower then go to bed. Can't sleep with this all over me," pointing to the cum with that perfect smile of hers. "Or can I?" She is thinking to herself for a few seconds. "You know what? I have never had the opportunity to do this before, so I am going to leave this cum on me and go to bed. Just saying that makes me super horny again. I can wash my sheets tomorrow after I wake up." "At this point nothing I am seeing or hearing is shocking anymore," I say. "If that's what you want to do then don't let me stop you. I still think it's weird that my daughter not only has my cum on her face, but now likes it so much that she wants to leave it on when she goes to sleep." "It's not just that it's your cum, daddy. It's just that it's cum, period. I have received facials before, even a bukkake, and left the cum on for a while, but never got to leave it while sleeping. I want to take advantage of this opportunity." A bukkake! My mind is racing. My daughter just told me she has had a bunch of men come all over her. I should not be as surprised as I am. Now I am asking myself what my daughter has done sexually. She just admitted she has received facials and a bukkake. That means she's at least given blowjobs, most likely had sex. I wonder what else I will be learning about. Up until recently I had no clue that my daughter was like this. For all I knew she would hang out with friends, hang out with me, and everything was very normal. Now she has this secret life I am learning about. "Alright, well good night then," I say to her. "Goodnight, Daddy." She then jogs up the stairs straight into her room. I am betting she will masturbate at least once more before going to bed. I turn all the lights off and head upstairs. I stop outside Sam's room and I am right. She is moaning, this time louder than the last. She is not ashamed if I hear now. I'm wondering why the door is even closed. I once again drop my pants and join her. When I finish this time I catch my cum in my hand. I am ready to walk to the bathroom to wash it off and don't know what comes over me. I knock on her door. The moaning stops and I hear her walk up. The doors opens. Sam, flush and sweaty, my dried cum still on her face, "everything ok Dad?" She looks down and sees my pants around my ankles, dick out, then back up and smiles. I hold out my hand, with a good amount of cum on it. I don't say a word. She looks at it then back up at me. She slightly opens her mouth. "Oh my god, Daddy. Is that for me?" "Yes." She leans toward me with her face out. I take the hint and rub my fresh cum all over her face. I rub all over her face for a few seconds. I finish and step back. We just stare at each other. Without saying a word Sam steps back and closes her door. I just stand there thinking about what I have done. I hear her moaning again. I just stand there and listen. "Thank you Daddy! Thank you Daddy!" I keep hearing, then a loud guttural moan as she orgasms. I pull my pants up and go to my room. I get undressed, get into bed, and sit there wondering what has happened to me, what will happen to me until I fall asleep.

Mandy's Burlesque by drbenway Mandy's idea was to have me hire her out to a bachelor party where she could pop out of a cake. We'd been playing around with showing her off for a couple months, going out to bars with her in short skirts and no underwear - that kind of stuff. This was something else, again. She was going to wear a G-string, and dance on the table. Just to make it safe, she suggested we do it in another town, where there wouldn't be any chance someone would recognize her. I wasn't quite sure I was ready for it, but the shivery thrill coming off Mandy was too strong. I told her I'd see if something came up.  Then it happened like fate. A couple weeks later, I was on the road, hauling a load of electronic parts to St. Louis. I was stopped in at my favorite truck-stop bar talking to some of the guys that hung around there. One of them said his younger brother Bobby was getting married in a few weeks, and they were planning a party. I started asking about the entertainment, still not sure I wanted to go through with Mandy's plan. The guy said he'd like to get some kind of stripper, since his kid brother was such a straight arrow type. But he didn't know where he was going to find one in that hick town. I hemmed and hawed for awhile, but wound up telling him I thought I could get him one. "Yeah," I finally admitted. "I know one I could get. Just topless, though." He looked a little disappointed, but said to go ahead and book her if I could. Mandy was excited when I told her. She ran right down to the lingerie store and bought her G-string. Then she picked out some music and began planning her act. She wanted to pop out of a cake. I told her it wasn't necessary; any way she got her top off and danced around on the table was going to make those boys happy. But she wouldn't hear about it and I had to rig up a little cart with a false bottom stand for the cake. It had a big hoop of cardboard and a cardboard lid with colored spackle all over it like frosting. When we got through, it sort of looked like a big cake on a tray, and Mandy had room to crouch down inside. We tried it a couple times and I thought it was pretty good. The cake wasn't going to fool anybody, but it had a nice theatrical touch. And Mandy looked so sexy popping up half naked, I got into a sweat, just thinking about her doing it in front of a roomful of hooting and hollering men. She wasn't satisfied, though. She wanted to carry the cake thing one step further, maybe cover her nipples with some frosting, or something. I thought she was trying to hedge her bets a little, not quite comfortable completely topless. We tried a couple different kinds of frosting, but she wasn't happy with any of them, till she brought home one of those cans of whipped cream. When she got in her costume and squirted big round glops of the stuff on both tits, she found she could even make a little peak with it, like a fancy cake decoration. "This is it," she laughed, posing in the bathroom mirror. "You look good enough to eat." "Well, that's the idea." The look in her eye was too hot to resist. I licked her off and dragged her into the bedroom. On my next layover, I dropped in at the usual place and confirmed Mandy's contract with Darrell, the guy giving the party. He wanted to know all about her. "So, what's she like, man? You seen her perform?" "Yeah. Once or twice." "Well, come on, give." "Well, she's a knockout," I gulped, thinking about what he'd see. "... great body, slim, beautiful legs, pretty face, great dancer." "Yeah, okay. Sounds great, but you think she'd maybe get down with Bobby, give him a 'special' performance, you know, just for him on his last bachelor fling." I almost choked on my drink. "Shit no, Darrell," I sputtered. "This one's not like that. She's just there to dance. Okay?" "Sure, sure, man. Just ... you never know. Maybe for a nice big tip, huh?" He grinned like a wild man. "No way." I shook my head fiercely. "Don't even suggest it, man. You'll just piss her off." "Alright." Later, some of the guys who would be at the party joined us. Darrell was quick to give them the good news about the stripper for his brother's party. Naturally, the conversation turned to Mandy's act. After a few minutes of that, I had to get out of there. Normally, I would have joined right in, but their raucous joking took on a whole different meaning when it was my sweet wife they were talking about. I told myself to relax and enjoy it. It was something I'd always had fantasies about and now I was going to see them come true. We drove up the day before Mandy's show, with the cake in the back of our pickup. I chose a motel ten miles away on the other side of town, just to make sure there were no chance encounters with any of the boys from the bar. We slept late and hung around in a fog the next day. We weren't due to show up till after ten, but by then, I was half drunk and morose. "You don't have to do this, Mandy," I said. "What do you mean?" "I mean it's no problem if you want to just forget it. You know?" "Oh come on, Hank," she chided. "It'll be fun, right? Let's get over there. It's almost showtime." She flashed her sweetest smile. We went, but I was still uneasy. The place was a restaurant with a private room upstairs. We had to go in the front, wheel the cart through the entry foyer, and carry it up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, we looked down a short hall to the closed door of the function room. From the sounds coming through the door, it was clear the party was in full swing. I felt a little better to see Mandy getting kind of wide-eyed with her own nerves. I had her wait, while I went in to talk to Darrell, tell him we were there, and find out when he wanted me to wheel in the cake. Darrell was delighted to see me, as were several of the other guests I knew from the bar. They knew what my presence meant, and the word started going around the table. Darrell said to bring her in whenever we were ready, just give him a nod from the door to announce the arrival of Bobby's 'special' cake. When I got back to her, Mandy held open a door off the hall. "This looks like a good place to change and get set up, okay Hank?" We went into a little storage room just big enough for the cart and us. Mandy checked her makeup, shrugged out of her clothes down to the white lace G-string, and got in the cake. I watched her sweet tits bob while she shook the whipped cream. She giggled when she squirted it on, but she got it right.  "Well," she turned to me laughing nervously. "What do you think?" "Great." She looked fantastic, but I was too unnerved to muster much enthusiasm. "Okay. Here goes" she said, crouching down in the cake. She was careful not to smudge the sweet white puffs on her breasts. I looked down at her and thought how unreal this whole thing was. I shrugged and put the top on. "You okay, in there." "Yep," she giggled. "All systems go." "Okay," I breathed. "You're on." I packed her clothes into a small athletic bag and took out the boom box we'd brought. It was eerie wheeling her out into the hall, and I was worried about getting intercepted by the restaurant staff, but nothing happened. I opened the door and nodded to Darrell, pausing to let him get up and start whipping up the party for Mandy's big entrance. He stood up and tapped his glass with a knife. The noisy conversations died out and all eyes went to him. "Gentlemen," he began with mock solemnity, "and all the rest of you. We are gathered here tonight to send my little brother Bobby out onto the sea of matrimony. I think we're all a little curious what kind of a sailor he'll make. The thing about it is, I don't think he's ever got his feet - or some other parts of him - wet." The whole room laughed, and Bobby smiled good naturedly. He was a cute kid, no more than twenty-two, clean cut All-American looks, with dark hair kind of long in front that kept hanging down over his eyes when he'd look down. Even sitting down, you could see he must have played high school football. He looked at least six-two and two- ten, all lean farmboy muscle. Darrell made a couple more off color jokes at Bobby's expense, then signaled for me to wheel in the cake. "... So we got to give him a big sendoff tonight, right boys?" "Yeah," a few of them yelled back. "And I thought we'd start with a big cake. What do you think?" "Yeah," they all yelled, this time. "Okay."  I rolled the cart over to the table beside Bobby.  "Well here it is," Darrell went on, "a great big cake. Only thing, Bobby, I got to warn you. Don't eat too much of this one tonight. You'll want to save your appetite for tomorrow." The faces around the table leered and called out: "Cut the cake." "Okay, now Bobby," Darrell handed him a butter knife. "You sure you're up to it now? Well, go ahead, but don't cut too deep. This party ain't insured." Bobby stood up and pretended to saw at the cardboard top of the cake for just a second. Then it popped off, and Mandy stood up in front of him, all smooth skin and whipped cream. She had a big lopsided grin plastered on her face and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. Bobby leaned back, looking at her with mock surprise, and a certain amount of interest, I thought. Mandy leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss.  "Have a happy marriage Bobby," she said, then climbed on the table, while I turned on the boom box. Before she started dancing, she set the can of whipped cream in the middle of the table. The guys were whistling and shouting. Darrell was trying to get them a little quiet, so we wouldn't get thrown out. But when Mandy started dancing, he didn't need too. They watched her silently with greedy eyes, and she seemed to drink it in. She's always been a good dancer; but up there on top of the table, stripped half naked, she took it to a new level. The music just got inside her and took her for a ride. She was gyrating, everything moving, legs flashing, hips swaying, torso bending and twisting, head thrown side to side, arms swirling in the air. Then, she'd slow it down and smooth it out, barely moving at all, her body drawn into a graceful pose, the beat still oozing through her. The men watched in a kind of awe. The only thing that failed her was her costume. The whipped cream lasted about two seconds when she started dancing. Most of it slipped off, some falling onto the men ringing the table. The rest ran down her chest like buttermilk, leaving her nipples standing naked and tall in the milky residue. She didn't seem to notice, and the men certainly didn't mind. She kept dancing around on the long, wide table, while a flush of pure pleasure spread over her face, softening in her eyes,. When the first song was done, she stopped and stood there smiling at them. The men clapped and whistled. Darrell had to shush them, to keep them from drawing the management. The music started again, "Love Me Tender," by Elvis. Before she moved into it, she looked at the guest of honor and said: "Bobby, this one's for you." And she fixed him with a smouldering look that was very convincing. There's just about no way you can dance to "Love Me Tender." It's so slow, even the high school sweethearts groping each other at the prom look like the walking dead. But Mandy figured a way to turn it on. She took a slow promenade around the table, looking every one of them in the eye. Then she got down on the table and laid herself out, right in front of Bobby, stretching and pointing her toes, arching her back, slowly, in time with the music, very sensuous. The dance came down to a series of poses that she moved in and out of, careful always to give the best view to Bobby. Finally, as the song was nearing the end, she raised her legs and pointed them at the ceiling. The boys craned their necks, straining for a better view of her crotch, covered as it was by only the slimmest possible filament of fabric. They whooped and whistled as she slowly let her feet fall off to the sides, opening her sweet thighs for their pleasure, pulsing hotly to the soft beat as the song faded. My throat constricted in fear as they applauded. What was she doing? Didn't she know where she was? Didn't she know she was going beyond the point of no return? These guys were half drunk already, out for a wild time. She was stepping on the border, if she hadn't already passed it. One more step and there was no way Darrell or me was going to control them. Mandy wasn't fazed, though. She jumped up and gave them her smile. "Thanks, guys," she yelled, then pointed to me. "Hank, hold that tape a minute." I pushed the stop button, wondering what she was doing. "Now, I know you boys were expecting a sweet dessert when you ordered this cake, and I meant to give you one." Whistles and hoots told her they weren't disappointed with her treat, but she went on: "Especially your guest of honor, the soon-to-be-a- married-man, Bobby - I had it all whipped up for him."  She looked down in mock dismay, searching her breasts for the two puffs of whipped cream that had been part of her costume when she burst out of the cake. "But now I seem to have lost them. Bobby, I'm really very sorry. I know how hungry you must be, and I'll bet that sweet cream treat would have really hit the spot."  Sadly, she shook her head back and forth. For just a moment, the table was silent. Suddenly, she brightened. "I know," and she reached down for the whipped cream. "I could probably whip them up again. Would you like that?" "Yeah," they roared back in unison. "Okay. That's it. And then we can give Bobby his just desserts. Right?" "Yeah." "Great," she beamed, then turned serious. "Just one thing, though. You know it's pretty hard to make these particular cream puffs. Takes quite awhile to put them together. I think it's only fair you big sports should part with a little tip to get Bobby this special treat, don't you? So, while I'm whipping them up, I hope you'll be putting your money where your mouths are, so Bobby's mouth can be filled with a delicious creamy treat. Don't you think that's a good idea?" "Yeah."  They started reaching for their wallets, and Mandy signalled to me to start the tape. "First thing you got to do to make this kind of treat," she said as music began, "is shake it up real good." And she started shaking that can of whipped cream for all she was worth. Dancing around the table, shaking it up and down and side to side, her tits moving like they had lives of their own. It wasn't wasted motion. All around the table, five and ten dollar bills started appearing. Mandy smiled and scooped them up, locking them into the G-string at her hip. Then she went back to dancing and shaking the can, just as enthusiastically as ever. When the song was almost done, she stopped and took the top off the can. Pointing it right at her left nipple, she pressed the nozzle and let fly with the pressurized cream. It made a nice puff that perched neatly on the end of her tit. She did the same on the right one, and put the can back down in the center of the table. "There," she smiled. "Two sweet cream treats, fresh made. Don't they just look delicious?" More whistles, whoops, and slapping of the table answered her, as she slowly advanced toward Bobby, who looked a little stunned. She stood before him for a moment, looking down at him looking up at her. Then she dropped down and sat on the table with her legs hanging off on either side of him. That put her whipped cream covered breasts just about eye level. Bobby obediently stared at them, a vague smile toying with his blank expression. Bobby may not yet have realized where this was going, but I did. "Well," Mandy asked, loud enough for everyone to hear, "what do you say? Your friends were awful generous to pay for these nice deserts. Aren't you even going to thank them?" Bobby cleared his throat uncertainly. "Yeah. I uh ... Thanks, you guys." But he just kept staring at the white mounds on Mandy's chest, not at all certain what to do next. Some of the guests started to snicker. "Well," Mandy repeated, smiling brightly "aren't you hungry? Go ahead. Just one rule, though. The proper way to eat this kind of dessert is with the lips and tongue only - no spoons or forks, no hands. Okay?" The boys rumbled with anticipation. She leaned forward and arched her chest closer to his face. Bobby looked up at her one more time, his eyebrows raised in a question. Mandy just smiled and looked away, catching my eyes for a second before her glance drifted overhead in a mask of innocence. Finally, Bobby's mouth opened and his tongue touched the white cap on her left breast. The table erupted with loud applause and whoops of encouragement. He looked around and grinned, a spot of whipped cream on the tip of his nose. Mandy smiled distractedly, and a vague hint of doubt showed through her professionally smooth and bright exterior. But she put her hands on his shoulders and drew him to her again. This time he took a bigger swipe of the cream and quickly swallowed it down. Then he went after it with a purpose. He licked the left side, then the right side and took the top, always careful to avoid penetrating to the skin. In a moment, all that was left was a thin irregular coating. Mandy's face had become more and more focused in anticipation with each near miss of his tongue. Finally, he looked up at her face and she looked back at him. "You're not going to leave it half finished, are you?" she muttered, then pulled his head to her, mashing his face against her breast. That did it. He made a low animal sound and began to rub his face back and forth over the soft flesh of her breast. Mandy's eyes closed and her head fell back, drinking in the strange sensation. Her tits, in my experience, had always been eager for a sensual caress, generally leading her to better things. For Bobby, they were just as ready, if not more so. A dark red bead appeared at the peak of her left tit as his face wiped away the cream. It seemed to strain toward him for fulfillment. Finally, his tongue emerged and swiped across it, producing an answering moan from Mandy. She looked down at him again, her eyes smouldering. "Now clean your plate, young man," she said with a catch in her throat. He did, licking up every drop of the cream that clung to her breast, and finishing with a quick suck that slowly and grudgingly pulled away from her nipple, leaving it standing taut and taller than I had ever seen. By that time, her eyes were closed, focused inward on her own pleasure.  When he attacked her right breast, he wasn't shy. His tongue took away broad swaths of whipped cream, each of which ended at the nipple. Every time his tongue slid up to, but not over her nipple, Mandy arched her back and rolled her head slightly, eagerly awaiting that next step to fulfillment. But Bobby was learning how to play her. He cleaned up the cream from everywhere but that tiny patch. When he finally took it into his mouth, Mandy gasped, and the men around the table swallowed and licked their lips. He put his hands on her hips and drew her to him as his mouth sucked and tongued fiercely. When he finally pulled away, Mandy sighed heavily, looking around the room as if she was seeing it for the first time. She leaned back and smiled intimately up into Bobby's face as her breathing returned to normal. She stood up and put a hand to her head. "Whoo," she exclaimed, "I think I better dance a bit, get myself back together. That boy was hungry!" They all laughed and she signalled me to hit the tape. I was glad to. Maybe that was all she had in mind. When that song was through, Mandy had me cut the tape. She smiled again, her sly smile, letting them know she had another trick up her sleeve, or up somewhere, as it turned out. I know I never could have imagined what she had in mind. "Gee, Bobby," she said, looking at him and shaking her head, "I never saw a guy with such an appetite. I give him two big rich desserts and he looks more hungry now than he did before. Are you still hungry?" "Uh, yeah," Bobby answered, a little slow to catch on, but learning. "Well, what do you think, guys? We going to let Bobby leave his party hungry?" "No," they shouted back. "You think he'd like another sweet treat?" "Yeah." "Okay. I know another one I can whip up. It's a very special one I wouldn't do for just anybody. It's alot of work, and it takes a special talent to make it come out just right, you know. But, Bobby's such a nice kid, and you guys I know will be generous. It'll be worth it. Right?" "Yeah." "Okay. Hank, some music, please. Now I'll prepare it, and come around the table. We'll see if you guys really want Bobby to taste my secret special treat." So I put on the music and Mandy picked up the whipped cream and started shaking. I still couldn't guess what she was up to, but the boys were hooked. Some real money started to appear around the table - tens and twenties. I tried to keep track in my head and it looked like close to four hundred dollars she picked up shaking and dancing her way around the table. She had a sweet smile for each of them as she took his money. When the song was done, she brought the money over and handed it to me. Without saying a word, she walked back across the table to Bobby and sat down before him. "You got some pretty nice friends, Bobby. They sure don't want to see you leave this table unsatisfied, do they? Well, I think I've got just the thing. Would you give me a hand?" She stood up on her knees and pulled the band of her G-string out from her hips. "Would you pull these off for me?" He reached hesitantly for the G-string where she had indicated, at her hips, and slowly peeled it down her legs. When her trimmed brown bush emerged from behind the white lace, the boys stirred expectantly. Mandy sat back and extended her legs toward him, allowing him to pull the G- string all the way off. Now she was completely naked, sitting facing him with her legs slightly spread. She smiled and reached for the whipped cream. "I think you'll like this dish," she said. Then she inserted the nozzle of the can directly into her pussy and pressed. The can made a muffled hiss and Mandy's mouth dropped open at the strange sensation of whipped cream squirting into her vagina. The men around the table were too much into it to make a sound. After a good long squirt inside, Mandy pulled the nozzle out and swirled some around her outer lips. Finally, she put the can down and scooted her butt a little closer to Bobby. Her feet were perched on the edge of the table on either side of him, her knees in the air. She leaned back on her elbows and looked him in the eye. "There it is, Bobby," she said in a husky whisper. "It's all for you." Then she lay back on the table and closed her eyes. Bobby leaned forward and tentatively kissed her inner thigh. Mandy arched her back and quickly ran a hand over her tits, breathing in sharp little gasps, sensitized beyond endurance. He licked at the visible cream, letting his tongue penetrate to her flesh. At the touch of his tongue, she seemed to concentrate back down on her waiting pussy, and Bobby didn't torment her. He began to lick and suck away the cream by the mouthful, barely stopping to swallow. In seconds no more cream could be seen. Immediately, he began to suck on her labia and penetrate her with his tongue. Mandy was gone, writhing and groaning rhythmically, grinding her pussy in his face, building toward her orgasm. Bobby grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, sucking, licking, tonguing her wildly. A few moments of that and Mandy went over the edge, crying out and bucking against Bobby's face in spasms of total release. Something dripped from his chin when Bobby finally lifted his head from between her legs. His face wore a maniacal grin as he contemplated Mandy sprawled before him, still moaning softly and rolling her head from side to side. I'm not sure what he was thinking just then, but I was thinking about getting her out of there, before she had to take on the whole crowd. It turned out Mandy was thinking of another way to finish her show. She stood up, a little shaky at first, but quickly getting into it. As much as I wished she'd stop right then, I couldn't help but admire her sense of showmanship. She went right back to entertaining her audience. "A little music, Hank," she croaked, her voice kind of choked and garbled after her big exertion. She started moving gently to the beat, a languorous smile softening her face. She seemed to need a moment to collect herself, and the boys watched quietly, with an odd solemnity, as if they understood. As the music built to its climax, Mandy's energy began to flow again. She moved with more of her original abandon, working the table, dancing around the periphery to give each of them a personal view of her sweet sex-gorged body. If anything, the sight of her red and swollen pussy lips, displayed so prominently before them, intimidated the men. There were no more hoots and whistles. Most of them just stared, their expression serious and intense. When the music ended, they gave her a respectful round of applause. She smiled and signalled me to cut the tape. "Well, guys," she began, "I hope Bobby enjoyed his dessert. Sure looks like he did." They all looked at him and laughed. The maniacal grin was still stretched across his face, like it was painted on by Mandy's talented pussy. Their laughter only made the grin wider. Mandy laughed too. "Well, I hope he's satisfied, cause I can't think of anything else to serve him." She rolled her eyes and got another laugh. "Fact is, all this home cooking is giving me an appetite. I might even like a little dessert myself." She paused and let them think about it for a minute. "And you know, I think it would be nice if Bobby would kind of return the favor, maybe serve me like I served him. Don't you think?" "Yeah." They got the idea, and so did I. "Okay. I guess we're all agreed on that. Except maybe we ought to ask Bobby what he thinks. How about it, Bobby. Would you care to serve me my dessert?" Bobby's face looked like it might split with that grin. "Yeah," he said, enthusiastically. "Okay," Mandy smiled. "You guys know the routine. I know it hardly seems fair when you're feeding me, but you got to remember, I'm a working girl." She waved at me. "A little collecting music, maestro." She went around again, and those boys were good for it. She got just as much as the time before. When she was done collecting, she deposited the money with me and finished out the song shaking her can - the whipped cream can. "Jeez, I hope I have enough of this left," she exclaimed with mock concern. "Bobby, come on up here on the table. I want my dessert, and these guys want to see you give it to me." "Okay," Bobby agreed. He started to climb up on the table.  Mandy stopped him. "Wait a minute, now. You brought up in a barn? You don't get up on a table with your shoes on. You want to scratch it and leave dirt and stuff around where people are going to eat? Take 'em off." Bobby got a little red, being reprimanded like that, but he pulled off his shoes and prepared to step up on the table again. "Hold it," Mandy called out again, bringing out a knowing grin from the guys around the table. "I don't know about that belt. That could scratch the table, too. I think you better get rid of those pants." Bobby looked around the room, then shrugged and dropped his pants. His jockey shorts were showing a bulge that Mandy didn't fail to notice. "Okay. Come on up," she said. When he was standing in front of her in the middle of the table, Mandy shook the can one more time and arched her brow. "I wonder if you can guess how I like this stuff served?" Bobby gulped. "I think so," he stammered. "Good."  Mandy suddenly knelt down and pulled his underpants to the floor. The hard-on that sprang out was impressive. Mandy was pleased. "Oh my," she exulted. Bobby reddened again, but stood there, quite willing to go along. Mandy pointed the can at the tip of his dick and pressed the nozzle. A weak spray of the white foam spurted onto it and Mandy ran a thin line down the length of it, before the can ran out. "Well, jeez," she frowned. "I sure hope you can supplement that, Bobby. I'm a little more hungry than that." "Unh," Bobby grunted. Mandy reached under and gently massaged his balls, causing the whipped cream to rise on his shaft. "Now doesn't that just look scrumptious," she asked the men around the table. They didn't answer. They just watched as she stuck out her tongue and took a tiny taste of the whipped cream puff sitting on the tip of Bobby's red raging hard-on. "Mmm," she savored. Bobby closed his eyes. Mandy opened wide and took the whole puff and the end of Bobby's dick into her mouth, then wrapped her lips around the shaft and pulled back, taking the cream and leaving the knob of his penis shiny and bare. Next, she licked the thin remnant of cream from the shaft, before she got down to giving him a blow job he'd never forget. He must have been ready to go before she started, because seconds after her head began bobbing forward and back, his back arched and his hips thrust forward as he shot his load down her throat. Mandy gagged and stopped, momentarily, before she could swallow and finish him off. When she released him, his big red dick was sagging. He opened his eyes and looked around sheepishly. The boys laughed, but not too hard. "Mmm," Mandy approved, licking him clean, "that was delicious." Bobby smiled softly down at her. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently. "Only ... I'm still hungry." She lay down on the table and kind of squirmed, then raised her pussy up at him where he stood, right between her legs. "I think I squirted too much in here," she complained, massaging her crotch. "You want to help me get it out?" He stood there looking at her, his face blank with wonder, but his cock began to stiffen. "Uh, yeah," he said, but made no move. Someone called out: "Go for it, Bobby." "Yeah," several agreed. Bobby dropped to his knees, keeping his rapt gaze on Mandy's pussy. Absently he stroked his tool, which seemed to instantly stretch to its fullest erection. As if in a daze, he leaned forward and ran his hands gently over her breasts. Mandy sighed heavily and grabbed his dick, guiding him in. Her eyes closed and her mouth came open, as his entire length disappeared inside her. She writhed against him for a moment before he started to pump. When he did, it was with long slow strokes that sent her off. Her head strained to the side and back, searching blindly for the path that would lead into the light, her hands opening and clenching in the rhythm Bobby set up, urging him on. Gradually, his pace accelerated, and the answering gasps of Mandy's breathing showed that she was with him. The look on Bobby's face was one of fierce concentration. His head hung down from hunched shoulders, as he seemed to put all of his force behind the action of his hips, the thrust of his dick into the warmth and softness of my wife. Then, as if it was a spark their friction had raised, the rhythm changed again, and they began to buck against each other with wild extravagant energy. Bobby's cock swelled within her. The force of their grinding together lifted them off the table and raised indistinguishable animal cries.  They throttled every spasm of energy from that orgasm and lay exhausted in the middle of the table. Except for the sounds of their breathing, the room was silent, stunned. It would have felt awkward and rude to disturb them. At the same time, no one looked away. We stared at their tangled limbs like they were the embers of a fire. Again, as she had all night, it was Mandy who moved the program along. She stirred, gently pushed Bobby off her and sat up. Gazing around the table, she made a lazy smile that somehow accepted all of us into her intimacy. Then she moved to the edge of the table and picked up a napkin. She dipped it into a water glass and came back to Bobby. Gently, she unfolded him and washed his prick and thighs with the wet napkin. Then she sat him up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks, Bobby," she said in a quiet voice. "I hope you have a great day tomorrow, and live happily ever after." She urged him to his feet, pulled up his underpants, and led him back toward his seat. "How about a hand for the future groom. I can tell you he deserves it." She started clapping, and everyone followed her, some of them turning to each other and grinning. Bobby was pulling on his pants, wearing a shit-eating grin, but his eyes looked a little glazed. "And now, gentlemen, I have to go. I hope you've all had as much fun as I have, but let's remember why we're here. We're wishing Bobby a happy marriage. Okay? That's it. Thank you all for coming. Bye." The men seemed a little disappointed. There were a few groans, but most of them just clapped and whistled for her as she walked to the edge of the table and stepped down into the cake. When she crouched down, I remembered who and where I was, and hustled over to put the top on the cake and the seal on her amazing performance. I quickly gathered up our things and wheeled her out of there. We ducked into the storage room and Mandy jumped out of the cake, rapidly pulling on her dress. We stuffed everything else into the bag and Mandy dropped it into the cake. I might have left the cake behind, but seeing her intention to take it with us, I pulled it out in the hall, and we trundled it down the stairs. The restaurant was empty, but a couple of waiters were cleaning up. They gave us a curious stare as we hustled out. In the car, on the way back to the motel, I didn't know what to say. Mandy sat facing forward, expressionless, evidently content with the silence. Finally, I said, in what I thought was a carefully neutral tone: "That was a heck of a performance." "Yes," she agreed in the same controlled voice. Then she thought about it for a moment and couldn't stifle a nervous chuckle. "I think we gave them their money's worth. By the way, just out of curiosity, how much did we make?" I remembered the thick wads of bills I had stuffed into my pockets. "Uh, I don't know. Probably, you add the check Darrel gave me and the tips you picked up, I guess about a thousand dollars." "Not bad, huh?" she asked. "Um, no," I allowed, "but, like you said, they got their money's worth." She smiled dreamily. "Yeah."

My Sister's Pussy by Art Martin Chapter 6 About to lose Katie, Travis realizes that the best way to keep her is to give her what she wants... Katie was her usual bubbly self, giving me a passionate kiss as Sam pulled away from the house. After the party and all that had happened, I had expected her be somewhat pensive this morning. If she was upset in the slightest, she certainly didn't show it. In a low voice I asked her, "Regrets? Any regrets?" She smiled shaking her head. "How about you?" "Not really." Beaming brightly, she said, "Good," as she snuggled up to me. "What did you guys do this weekend?" asked Sam breaking into our private little chat. "I called Saturday, Dude. Talked to your sister. She said she'd have you call me back." "Sorry, Sam, never got the message. Leanne had a party. Mom and Dad were gone. It got pretty wild," I replied not wanting to reveal too much and not wanting to lie to my best friend either. "Why wasn't I invited?" "It was Leanne's deal. One minute, peace and tranquility, the next minute her asshole friends were puking and pissing in the pool." "I figured you two would have been, you know, having your own party. "Pa said that he saw you two and Becky," he added. "Had a flat, huh?" "Yeah, spare was flat too," I answered sourly. "What'd you do?" Sam erupted, "Hell man! That fucking bitch dumped me!" "Dianne?" "Yeah, Dianne! The ice queen. After I dropped you and Katie off Friday night, I took her over to your barn. She got all pissy about it. Said all I wanted was to get in her pants and use her." "Use her? That's a laugh," said Katie. "Well, you're better off without her, Sam. I never liked her anyway. She always looked down on me like I was a child or something." "You don't understand. Saturday night we went a party at one of her friends. Bitch left with some other guy. Everyone was laughing at me." "Don't sweat it man. There's plenty of nice chicks available," I counseled. "Yeah, but they're all her friends. What am I supposed to do? Suddenly I'm an outcast." "Only if you wanna be," said Katie. "Take my advice... whenever you see her, be polite, especially if any of her friends are around. Tell her hello, then ignore her, like she didn't exist and talk to anyone you want to. She expects you to be shoved aside. Don't let her get away with that. She'll hate that more than anything." "What?" "She wants you to look bad. So, show everyone that you're cool, no hard feelings. Act like it was very mutual. Everyone will see that she's the problem. It'll drive her nuts." "Yeah, okay. I'll try it!" Sam parked in the student lot at the high school and Katie and I headed across campus to the junior high. "I missed you yesterday," lamented Katie as we walked. "We were together until nearly four o'clock." "Yeah, but we weren't together." "You mean you wanted to..." "Yeah." "Didn't you get enough sex for one weekend." "I suppose, but last night I was feeling..." "Horny? Damn, Katie!" "I know, I know... I was just thinking about what happened at the party." "Yeah, like you got screwed by what? Twenty guys." "Yeah. It was fun... and the more I thought about it, well... You think I'm terrible. Don't you?" "Let's not start that again. You had fun, I had fun. You said you had no regrets, remember?" "Yeah, but..." "But what?... Oh! Now you've got regrets?" "No... It's just... I'm just a slut I suppose, like Becky and Leanne. I was fine last night until I started getting calls. It got me to thinking, imagining... I don't know, it just made me horny." "So, who called?" "Eric Langford, and several other guys who were at the party. They all wanted to "date" me. Eric was the most straightforward... wanted me to put out for a few of his buddies who missed the party." "What did you say?" "I told him... I said, I'd think about it." "You'd think about it? You didn't tell him 'no'?" "That's just it. I wanted to say 'yes', but I didn't know what you'd think." I knew then that Katie and I were history, at least as a steady couple. Strangely I wasn't upset that my girl wanted to do a bunch of guys. It was weird; I wasn't upset, instead I kind of liked the idea. Watching her get it at the party was fun. Besides, it wasn't like I would be cut off from getting some steady pussy, not with Leanne at home in the next room. What did bother me was the prospect that soon, I might not be getting any from her. "Look, it's really none of my business, Katie. If you decide to do it, you know, fuck a bunch of guys... well, okay... so long as I can still get a little." "You can have me as often as you want, Travis Kern. I love having sex with you. I love being with you. You're handsome, kind, funny, and a great lover. I just want to try out sex with some other guys. I just don't want you hating me for it. Please, don't hate me." "I'd never hate you, Katie... Does this mean I can play around too?" "Well, you're still my guy, but I'll share you. You know, there's a lot of girls who are dying to be your girl friend." "Oh? Whom?" "Rita Jennings for one. JoAnn McNair for another. I figure it'd be fun to double date, me with Sam, you with Rita or JoAnn. I'd still be your girl, but you know, it might be fun for awhile." "You're kidding?" "No, I'm serious." "What you said about Sam yesterday..." "What did I say?" "Basically, you said that you wanted to screw him. Were you really serious?" "Well, he's a really decent guy. He's good looking, kind of goofy in a cute sort of way, you know, funny and kind. I know Sam's your friend, but I like him too, always have. I suppose if we hadn't hooked up first, I would have tried to put the move on him. He doesn't deserve to be stuck to someone like Dianne." About that time the first bell rang and Katie and I went our separate ways until lunch. At lunch I sat with Katie as always, and as always, Rita and JoAnn joined us. I saw Rita and JoAnn in a completely different light. Rita was a nice looking redhead, very petite and as cute as they get. JoAnn on the other hand, was a full-bodied brunette, big boned and voluptuous, and very sensuous. I tried my best to follow their conversation as it careened from one subject to the next and back again. I couldn't sort it out, but the girls apparently knew exactly what they were all talking about. Somewhere along the line, I realized that Rita and JoAnn were flirting openly with me right in front of Katie. Then just as the bell rang, I discovered that I had been fixed up for Friday night, with both Rita and JoAnn! Katie and the girls stood, grinned mischievously at me and then the three of them were off to class. I was right there all long, but what had Katie said to them? All through my afternoon classes I thought about Leanne's party and Katie. It was obvious that she had enjoyed the party and it was also obvious that she wanted more of the same. She wanted to play around and she wanted me to play around too, not separately, but together. It just wasn't the way it was supposed to work. The way I had always thought it would work was first date, get serious, break up, and date someone else. Apparently she wanted to date, get serious, date someone else, and stay serious with each other. It was very confusing for me. I wasn't at all sure how it would all work out, but I was game to give it a try. After school, Katie and I walked back to meet Sam at his car. "Now, Travis, you have to get me a date with Sam for Friday night. We'll double." "I'm supposed to take two girls?" "What's the matter? You don't think you can handle them?" "Well, jez..." "Let me give you a clue, Rita's a virgin, but JoAnn's not." "You mean..." "Exactly. Rita wants her first to be with someone who'll make her feel special. JoAnn? She can join you or join Sam and me. Maybe we'll find her someone else, but she's dying to try you out. Maybe we'll all just hang out in your old barn." As we rode home, I was flummoxed by what she was suggesting. What was it my Uncle Jake had said? That to satisfy a woman, sometimes it's best to just give her what she wants. That hominy seemed obvious, but the essential truth now struck me like a bolt from the blue. Rita wanted me to pop her cherry? Oh, wow! You bet! JoAnn wanted a friendly toss? Yeah, we could do that! Katie wants me there when she screws Sam? Hmm, that could be arranged too. Well, if that's what she wants... "Hey, Sam! Let me ask you something. How would you like to fuck Katie?" "Travis!" protested Katie. Sam looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "I said I wanted a date," she protested. "Yeah, a date to screw. Hell, why wait until Friday? "How 'bout it, Sam? Katie wants you to fuck her. You want to fuck her?" Sam damn near drove off the road and into a bar ditch. "What are ya saying, man?" "I'm saying Katie wants to screw you! How 'bout it, Dude?" "Are you shitting me, man?" "No, it's what she wants. Seriously. She wants to fuck. Either it's you and me, or she'll get someone else to do her." "I would not!" protested Katie. "Would too!" I countered giving her tit a squeeze. I turned to Sam, "Let's go to the barn!" "You're shitting me, man!" "No! Turn here, Sam! Turn here!" Sam hit the brakes causing the car to slide to a near stop, then almost a little too fast, he turned off the roadway in a barely controlled skid. With a lurch, the car stopped near the barn. "Pull up, Dude. You don't want her daddy to see us. Do you?" "Hell no!" Sam put the car in gear and pulled around to the back, effectively camouflaging his car from the road. "C'mon, Katie," I said pulling her from the car, "time for a screwing, girl." Katie giggled as we ran hand and hand into the barn. Sam on the other hand remained sitting in his car. Katie looked back and waved for him to join us. I laid out the soiled Spiderman blanket out onto the floor as Sam sheepishly poked his head into the barn. I unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Sam remained transfixed at the door. Releasing the clasp of her bra, I let the garment fall partially away from her chest. "You wanna do her, Dude? Or do you just want to whack off while I fuck her?" "You're serious?" "Damned straight. She wants to fuck you, Dude! Now c'mon before she changes her mind." "I, I think I used the last rubber." "To hell with rubbers. She's on the pill. We can fuck her bareback all day and she won't get knocked up." Letting her bra fall to the floor, I lewdly squeezed her tits for show. "Go on, Katie. Tell'em. Tell'em what you want." Katie unsnapped her jeans and shimmed out of them. Then she pulled off her panties, holding them out towards Sam. "Jesus! You really mean it!" "C'mere, Sam," she purred in a sultry voice, "you've got something I want." Sam lost his reticence, walking towards my nude girlfriend in awe. His eyes scanned up and down her body, the body that she was offering to him. Reaching out, he took her offered panties from her hand and brought them to his nose. "You smell good, Katie," he whispered. "Tastes good too," I added. Sam looked at me. "Uh, can we have a little privacy?" "Hell no! She's my girlfriend and I want to watch. Now, are you going to do her or go home?" "Well, I, I..." "It's alright, Sam," she said turning her body slightly to give him a fuller view. "I want you. I want Travis to watch." "Shit, Dude! What's it gonna be? You gonna fuck her or go to church?" I asked mockingly. Sam went for his belt. "Yeah! That's more like it, Dude!" Katie stepped forward to unbutton his shirt. Looking up into his wide eyes, she stood up on her toes and kissed him. Immediately his hands went around her back, gripping her in an embrace. Soon they were on the blanket rutting around with Sam's pants down around his ankles. In a fit of unbridled passion they fucked furiously. Only a minute or so passed and I barely had time to get completely naked before Sam was grunting as he shot off in her cunt. Sam lay still for a moment, his chest heaving. He recovered somewhat to sit up on his knees to view the girl he had just screwed, the girlfriend of his best friend. "Move over, Dude," I said softly. Sam moved from between her legs. "Fuckin' gross!" he exclaimed as I went down on her, lapping up the mixed product of their loins. "Dude, you gotta try it sometimes," I said looking back at him with a wet face. "Nothing better tasting than pussy." "But I just..." "That's okay, just makes it different, not gross." Having said that, I returned to eating her into a frenzy. Once I had her going good, I slid up and had her, fucking her with the short, shallow strokes that my sister had taught me. We fucked for several minutes before she started squealing. "Oh, my god! Yes! Oh, my god! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she squeaked as a tumultuous climatic wave hit her, sucking the breath out of her, rendering her silent as she violently shook and spasmed beneath me. Once the spasms in her cunt began to ease, I rolled off. Sam was just standing there, watching, his pants still around his ankles, a revived prick stiff and ready. "Dude, you gonna wear those jeans all day?" "Uh, no," he said as he went about shedding his boots, socks, jeans and boxers. Katie was still floating around in the afterglow of her climax when Sam climbed on top of her again. This time he took it slower, fucking her with long, measured strokes. I lifted her foot and kissed her toes. Katie opened her eyes, smiled at me, and then mouthed, "I love you," while Sam screwed her. Katie closed her eyes and I knew by the flush of her face that she was cumming again. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," muttered Sam at the feel of her contractions around his dick. "You gotta feel this to believe it!" "Don't stop," she panted. "Please, don't stop." Sam began pumping his hips once again, but with more urgency. Moments later he was grunting, his whole body shuddering as he planted is dick into Katie as deep as he could. Suddenly Sam's body slumped and I knew that he had cum in her pussy again. "You're crushing me!" protested Katie weakly after he had finished. "Oh, sorry." Sam rolled off to the side sprawled out spread eagle. Katie was still buzzing with endorphins. Sam was watching me intently, as I repositioned her on her hands and knees. It only took a gentle push to the back of her head as I slid into her from the back. Her head went down, mouth opened and Sam gasped as she sucked in his wet flaccid cock like a vacuum cleaner ingesting a wad of paper. Our arrangement reminded me of the school band at halftime forming the letter T, though I'm sure they never practiced it quite like this. I found it funny and mentioned to Sam that he was the crossbar. He didn't get it and just looked at me like I was an idiot, which considering what we were doing, wasn't too far off the mark. The barn filled with the sounds of my groin slapping against her ass and the positively obscene noises she made from sucking on Sam's dick. Perspiration beaded up along her spine as we screwed, her pussy wildly contracting around my pistioning cock. I was reminded about how her sister's pussy squeezed and pulsated when I had fucked Becky at the party. This was different. I realized that whereas Becky was in control of her cunt, Katie's cunt was in control of her. No matter, it still felt fantastic. My balls began to churn and that wonderful sensation was building in my groin. I keeping plunging in and out, rotating my hips in a circular motion, giving her the best I had. I planned on pulling out before it was too late, saving up for a single grand orgasm when I fucked her ass, but looking down at Sam, his eyes staring at my dick fucking into her, I had a better idea. A few more strokes and I was over the top, squirting my full load into the mix with Sam's last deposits to her sperm bank. It was a good orgasm, not that there any bad orgasms, but not as intense I knew it could be with a little self-discipline. Pulling out, I gave her a slap on the butt. Katie's head came up immediately as she cried, "Ouch!" Grabbing her by the hips I swung her around and sat her squarely on Sam's face. Immediately he started thrashing about to get out from under her, so I sat on his legs and grabbed his arms, pinning him down while Katie ground her cum dripping snatch into his face. Sam struggled for a moment more and then resigned himself to his first cream pie. Letting go of his arms, I let his hands find her hips. This allowed me to scoot up, straddling his hips in order to suck her tits. As I settled in, I felt his stiff cock nestle into my butt crack. I wasn't really sure what to do, so I tried to ignore it while I pursued my main mission. He began humping me. The cock sliding around between my ass cheeks and across my asshole was impossible to ignore. This was just too much and I reluctantly broke off all contact. Katie thought it was time to regroup and she pulled away from Sam. Sam's face was smeared with juices and as our eyes met, we both blushed. "Sorry, man," he said. "Don't worry about it, Dude." Katie looked at us, her curiosity evident in her eyes. "Wha? What's up?" "Nothing," I said sheepishly suddenly regretful that I had moved at all. "Did I do something?" "No, Kate." "Then what? C'mon, you can tell me." "Well, it's just that Sam..." "Travis, I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry." "Don't sweat it, Dude," I said. Even though I enjoyed it, I didn't want to admit it. "What are you two talking about?" I don't know why, but I decided to come clean. "Ya know, now that I think about it, it felt pretty good." "Good god, Travis," said Sam with a look of disgust, "you've got a dirty mind!" "Hey, who was humping who?" "Oh, my god," laughed Katie. "You guys are so funny!" "Funny?" "Yeah, funny. Relax you two, you're not queers. I can testify to that." "I, I think I'd better get going," said Sam. "Me too," I added. I really did need to get going. I still had the final draft of my paper to complete and my chores to do. I rummaged around sorting out the various articles of clothing strewn about. After dressing, Katie kissed me and said, "Thanks, Travis. That was fun." Turning to Sam, she kissed him passionately. "I enjoyed that. Do it again sometimes?" "Damn right we'll do it again," replied Sam with a big smile. "That is... if it's okay with Travis." "Sure, Dude! Anytime," I replied magnanimously. "How about tomorrow?" asked Katie brightly. Sam and I looked at each other. Our grins said it all. Chapter 7 Travis learns a little about family values... Sam dropped off Katie and then me. Walking up the gravel drive to our house, I noticed that Katie's dad's truck was there. Sam's car had been hidden from the road, but if you stood at the back of the patio... My god, what if he saw us coming out of the barn? What if Gib Tate knew what I just did with his daughter? He couldn't know that now, but what if he ever found out? The two of us screwing, that was one thing, but sharing her with my buddy? Seeing Becky's car parked on the other side of Gib's F-250 relieved my growing anxiety for a moment. The relief didn't last long. "CRACK!" A plaintiff cry drifted from the house. There was a pause followed by the sound of another sharp slap and another cry. I stood frozen, listening to the walloping someone was getting. THE PARTY! Oh shit, oh shit! They found out! Somehow they found out! From the sound of it, I knew that whoever was catching it was catching it with one of Dad's wooden paddles that he kept handy for serious transgressions, like... lying to him. Having been on the receiving end of several of Dad's signature butt-blisterings, my stomach turned. Soon it would be my turn. After several long minutes the sounds of the paddling stopped. It would be a few more minutes before the unintelligible sobbing of a female would diminish. Leanne must have really caught it. I wanted to flee, but knew that would only treble the punishment waiting for me. If there was one thing Dad didn't tolerate besides lying, it was running away to hide from him to avoid punishment. Taking a deep breath, I gutted up and strode into the house to meet whatever punishment awaited me. It seemed eerily quiet, like there was no one there. Then I heard groans from somewhere. I stepped into the kitchen expecting to see Leanne bent over the table crying, but no one was there. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw them, Dad and Gib sitting on the other side of the patio table with Leanne sitting in Dad's lap and Becky sitting in Gib's lap. The chairs were drawn up so that they were all facing each other. Neither Leanne, nor Becky seemed to be particularly distressed. The fact that Dad and Gib were shirtless didn't seem surprising because they were out by the pool. As usual, Leanne had on a short-cropped t-shirt to protect her shoulders from too much sun. However, the fact that Becky was topless caught my attention. The fact that her dad was squeezing her bare tits blew me away! I heard the soft groaning again, coming from the front of the house. I turned to determine exactly where the sound was coming from and realized it was coming either from upstairs or from my parents' bedroom. Confused I turned back to look out the window just as Leanne and Becky leaned forward and kissed each other. Unopposed, Dad's hand ran up Leanne's shirt to caress her boob. Then I noticed the motion, the motion of the two girls rising slightly together and then pulling apart slightly as they fell together, again and again in slow motion while their fathers felt them up. Even though I had just cum in Katie's pussy not much more than thirty minutes before, my cock nearly tore through my jeans as I witnessed the incestuous fucking taking place between fathers and daughters. Frozen in place with my eyeballs bulging, I dared not breathe, as I might give it away that I was watching. "Wha'cha doin', boy?" I nearly jumped out of my skin! I spun around to see Uncle Jake standing not more than two feet from me. "It's not polite to snoop on people," he said with a grin. I didn't know what to say and it didn't occur to me immediately that he was stark naked. "Oh, look," he said with a nod to the window. "Whatcha think they're doing?" he deadpanned. "Homework?" Certain that I was mistaken I turned back to see Becky and Leanne stand up and change partners. This time the girls faced towards Gib and my dad. Gib pushed Leanne's top over her head and attached his lips to her nipple in one smooth motion, while Becky began feverously kissing Dad. The girls quickly resumed riding cock. "You want some pussy, Travis?" asked Uncle Jake as he opened the back door. I stood frozen until he pushed me out. "Hey, Billy! Gib! Look who's home!" Dad looked over at me, hugging Becky with a bear grip and began a vigorously thrusting into her. "Take my dick, you fuckin' slut whore!" I heard him curse. "That's it tramp, fuck my god damned dick! Fuck it good, slut!" Uncle Jake pushed me forward and around to the other side of the table. The view now unobstructed, I could now clearly see that none of what was going on was in any way a figment of my imagination. Both Dad and Gib were hurling vindictives as they fucked the other's daughter. I was shocked, I never heard Dad call anyone names like he was piling on Becky, nor had I ever heard anyone say the nasty things about my sister that Gib was grunting through his clenched teeth. I knew for a fact that it was all true, but still... Dad hissed, "I'm cumming, bitch! I'm cumming in your sweet, sweet pussy! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh fuck! Oh yeah, baby girl... that's so good... so good. "Whoa girl, whoa! You're gonna break my dick off! Whoa!" Becky stopped bouncing in Dad's lap, actually he was holding her still as she buried her head into his shoulder."Easy Becky, easy," he cooed. "You need more? You need more, Baby?" Her body still trembling, Becky nodded and started humping again. "Whoa! Sorry baby, that won't work for a while... "Well, lookie here! It's old Uncle Jake. Want him to finish you off?" Becky nodded. Dad pushed her off, his soft dick pulling from her puss like a cork, releasing a small torrent of cum to spill into his lap. Jake stepped up and pushed her back onto the wrought iron table, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically. Flashing a broad smile at me, Dad asked, "Want some pussy, boy?" as if he were asking me if I wanted a Coca Cola. My face must have revealed my utter confusion. "What's the matter, Son? Shocked? Surprised? Hell, you fucked you own sister Saturday! Fucked her last night too! From what I hear, you gave her a good fucking too. Hell! About time damned time, I might add. The way your sister's been flaunting herself, I was getting worried about you." "Dad..." "Now you know the big secret." Dad stood. "C'mon, I can see by the bulge in your pants that you need some relief." Leading me back into the house, he said, "This has been a long time coming, Travis, a long time. Halleleuh! No longer do I have to sneak around just to fuck your sister. Now get out of those clothes boy, there's pussy waiting for you." With a thud I fell as I was trying to get my boots and pants off while following Dad out of the kitchen. With an exasperated look, he waited while I shed my clothes as instructed. Standing, Dad stepped up to me looking me straight in eye. "Remember this son, pussy is pussy. It was made to have a hard dick shoved into it. Even so, never force yourself on a girl, Travis, never... but if a girl is willing, by god, fuck her. Fuck the hell out of her. Take it from an old cunt-hound... never, ever pass up pussy. You never know when you're gonna be called to the Pearly Gates. No sense in standing before St. Peter wishing you used your own peter more than you did. One other thing, give her a good fucking too. Make sure she enjoys as much, if not more than you are enjoying it. Understand?" I nodded in agreement, understanding, but not understanding anything that was going on. Dad opened his bedroom door and stuck his head in. He turned to me, placing his finger to his lips for silence, and motioned me forward. Quietly we stepped into the bedroom. There on the bed was Katie's mom, Linda spread out and pulling on her tits. Nuzzled into her crotch eating her out was... Mom? I knew it was her, even though I had never seen her from this vantage point before, with her bare upturned ass facing me. Eating pussy was one thing, but what struck me most was fiery red color of her ass cheeks. Dad stepped forward, picking up a paddle from the floor. Linda Tate looked up and grinned broadly as she saw the paddle arcing through the air. CRACK! "Uggghhhhhh!" cried Mom from between Linda's legs. CRACK! "Ugggghhhhhh!" CRACK! "Ahhhhhh!" Mom's red butt was wildly gyrating as if she was trying to dodge the next stinging blow. CRACK! Dad dropped the paddle, and turned to me. "Okay, Travis, now fuck her!" "Wha? Dad... I, I can't..." "I said fuck her," he growled. "Dad..." Dad picked up the paddle, looking me square in the eyes. "Oh shit," I whimpered. "Watch your mouth, boy. There're ladies present." "But..." "Wanna do her in the butt? Go ahead, she'll love it." "Dad, I can't..." "Bull shit, I can see that you can do it. Travis, she'll love it. Just give your mom a good screwing. You'll see." I moved in behind Mom, placing one knee on the bed with the other foot firmly planted on the floor. Just as I nestled my cock into my mother's pussy for the first time, she turned and looked at me, smiling. She began wiggling her ass and before I knew it, she pushed back, driving my cock into her. I grabbed her by the hips and with an exaggerated motion, began screwing the very pussy I came from. "Oh yes, Baby! Do me, baby, do me! Fuck Mommy with that nice dick you have. Oooooo, you make Mommy feel so good. Oh yes, Baby, that feels good, that feels soooo good!" The next few minutes are a blur to me, but I remember her squeezing her cunt muscles while I fucked her. It was quite unlike fucking Katie, Leanne, Becky, or any of the girls at the party. Mom's pussy was so hot that it felt like it was on fire. "Fuck me, Travis, fuck me. Fuck your mommy, Baby. Fill her pussy with your nice hard cock. Fill me with your seed, Baby, fill me 'til my cunt overflows." She quivered and quaked, her pussy no long squeezing me with incredible control, but practically chewing at my dick. Suddenly she lurched forward, pulling away from me. Mom rolled onto her back and then into a little ball like a hedgehog. Linda grabbed me, pulling me to her and onto the bed. "She's happy," she observed. "Now, make me happy." I was already between her legs and as I adjusted my position, Linda grabbed my dick. "So, this is what you've been screwing my baby girl with, eh? Nice cock. Katie's been a lucky girl. Hope she doesn't mind sharing you... Now, you motherfucker, show me what you do to my Katie." Those two fucked my brains out that afternoon. Occasionally I got some little respite when Gib Tate came to screw Mom, or when Uncle Jake came in to paddle and screw both of them. Dad, I didn't see Dad again until nearly nightfall when he came and got me for a little talk with Gib and him. "You have fun today, boy?" asked Gib with a smirk. "Fun fucking your own mother?" "Uh, yeah," I said still disbelieving what had taken place, "I did have fun." Then I threw it back at him. "You have fun fucking your daughter?" Gib laughed. "Damned right I did, boy. We got some of the finest pussy in the whole world, right here along Indian Creek! Now tell me, boy, how good of a fuck is my little Katie?" "She's good," I said honestly. "I like her." "Hear that, Billy? Your boy likes my little girl's pussy! I heard that she had a grand time at ya'lls little fuck party Saturday night. Tell me son, how many?" "How many what?" "How many boys fucked her?" "Uh, I don't know." "Three, six, ten?" "Uh, twenty I guess." "Twenty! Lord'a mercy, Billy, we're missing out!" Gib leaned in to me, "Other than Saturday night, has she ever done anything like that?" "Uh, yeah," I said feeling very comfortable now that I knew what the score was around here. "Today, this afternoon. Me and Sam..." "Sam and I," corrected Dad. "Sam and I, we took her to the old barn." "Sam Hollis?" "Yes sir." "You needn't get into the details, Son," my Dad interjected. "What Gib needs to know is whether she enjoyed it." "Oh, yes, Sir. Sam too." "And you?" asked Gib scratching his big bull balls. "Oh, yes, Sir. I always enjoy, uh, fucking her." "You have any problem with what went on today?" my dad asked. "With Sam? No." "How about here? With your mom." "I was a bit shocked, but no, I don't have a problem with it. In fact I think it's pretty cool." "Good. I don't think I need to tell you this, but what goes on in this house or in Gib's house, or in any other club member's house is strictly nobody's business but our own." "Club members?" "That's right. You think this all started today?" "Uh, no, I don't suppose," I replied. "Who?" "Who?" "Who are the other club members?" I asked. "I know us and the Tates. Uncle Jake? Aunt Pattie! You fuck Aunt Pattie? Oh, yeah!" Dad leaned into me. "You'll be introduced as time goes on." "Joe Hollis! Joe Hollis!" I said excitedly. "Saturday. I think he fucked Becky. Before the party! She had a flat..." "That surprises you?" "That she had a flat?" "No, that Joe Hollis fucks her." "Does Sam know?" Gib shook his head in the negative. "Look, in all due time, Sam will know, but for the time being, best you keep your mouth shut!" "Yes, Sir." Gib leaned in close, lowering his voice. "Tomorrow, after school... When Sam brings you and Katie home, are you planning to take her to the barn again?" I thought for a moment before answering. "Uh, yes, sir. That's what we all planned... Is that okay?" Dad looked at Gib. Cocking his head Gib grinned at Dad. Dad nodded. Gib turned back to me. "That's fine, Travis. Real fine. Now here's what I want you to do..." That night, I slept with Leanne without fear of any repercussions. We screwed a couple of times before I got up the nerve to ask her about the family. "You better ask Mom or Dad." "Leanne! I'm asking you!" "Well," she said, "when Mom and Dad were in high school, Gib had a crush on Aunt Pattie and as you know, Gib and Dad were real close. Well, Dad and Aunt Pattie, they fooled around a lot with each other, which wasn't surprising considering that Grampa made them screw each other while he watched." "Gramps?" "Yeah, Gramps. Before he died, he was a first-class dirty old man. He pulled my panties down and licked my pussy. I wasn't even in school yet! He told me to keep quiet, but I told Mama. Gramps had to apologize to me." "He made them screw?" "Only after he caught them in the act. Anyway, Dad and Aunt Pattie got after it on a regular basis and one day Dad invited Gib over..." "To screw Aunt Pattie?" "What do you think? Of course he was invited over to screw her! And screw her he did, at every opportunity he had, in front of Dad, Gramps..." "Grandma?" "No! Grandma didn't know any of this was going on. "Then in high school, Dad and Gib starting dating." "Dating? Each other?" "No, silly," she laughed. "Dad would date one girl, and Gib another. They'd switch and then switched back again, girls that is. Soon, Dad and Gib were screwing them together in threesomes and foursomes. Joe Hollis got in on the action and so did several other football players at Indian Creek. Soon, if the stories are true, Dad and Gib had screwed nearly every girl at school, including Mom and Linda Tate." "Gramps, did he..." "He never touched me again. Actually he got really sick after that happened and he was never the same. Had a stroke." "Weren't you freaked out?" "No! Gramps had promised to buy me a pony if I would let him lick me between the legs. I got my pony!" "Patches? We got Patches because Gramps..." "Correction, Squirt... I got Patches! You got to ride him too of course, but he was my pony." "You've got to be kidding?" "No! Gramps was good for his word. He was upset that I told Mama, but he kept his promise to me." "What did Mama say?" "She said, 'Don't tell anyone, but it runs in the family.' I didn't have a clue what she meant until I was older." "Then when I was thirteen or so, Gib would put his arm around me and tell me what a pretty girl I was. You know, I'm always over there or Becky's over here, but one day I went over and no one was home but Gib. The door wasn't locked so I walked in. Suddenly, Gib walks out fresh from a shower, buck naked as the day he was born! He froze in mid stride. I just stared and stared. He was beautiful. "After a long while he said, 'Leanne, you ever seen a man before?' "I nearly died when he spoke, but I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. Once I found my voice, I said, 'Yes. I've seen Daddy a few times. Just briefly by accident.'" 'This is an accident too. But... I'm not your daddy, sweetheart. If you want a closer look, c'mere.' "Gib was and still is like a second Daddy to me. I trusted him completely. I stepped forward, fascinated by his growing erection. 'You can touch it if you want, darling.' "I reached out, tentatively touching his cock. Then we heard the car drive up. Gib said, 'Later sweetheart, the girls are home.' Then he rushed back into the back of the house." "Did he screw you?" I asked. "No, of course not, Linda, Becky and Katie got home." "Would you?" "Would I what?" "You know, if they hadn't come home, would you have screwed him?" Leanne laughed, "Probably! My heart was racing and I was so wet between the legs I thought I'd peed. Mama had already explained what sex was in great detail and I realized then what true arousal was. I liked it. After that I began masturbating, thinking of Becky's dad's big old dick and what it was meant for. "A few weeks passed and Becky told me that she, Katie and her Mom were going to Fort Worth to do some shopping. I asked her if her dad was going too. 'No,' she said, 'Daddy's staying home to do the taxes. You wanna come with us?' I told her, 'No thanks. I've got chores to do.' "I waited until I saw their car pass the house. I put on a bikini, shorts and a t-shirt, and walked over. Before I rang the bell, I ditched the shirt and shorts. I had butterflies in my stomach when Gib came to the door. "Look at you!" he said. "You've got to be careful girl. Old man like me gets way too excited sometimes." "Is Becky here?" I asked innocently. "Hell! You know damned good and well she's not here! I overheard the whole conversation, not that I was ease dropping mind you, but Becky was using the kitchen phone while I was having my breakfast. Well, don't just stand there half naked. C'mon in girl, someone might see you." "I stepped inside and Gib embraced me with a bear hug like he always does, except this time he had one hand on my butt and the other was rubbing my back. "Turn around, let me get a good look at you." "I turned slowly, letting him have a good look. "Lordy, Lordy. You're such a big girl now." "I positively beamed at the compliment. Then he said, 'Now what do have the pleasure of your visit?' He arched his eyebrow. 'Hmmmm, perhaps we have some unfinished business?' I shrugged blushing. 'Well, I'll make a deal with you. I'll show you mine, if you show me yours,' he said with a leering grin. "We stood there staring at each other for what seemed an eternity, though it couldn't have been more than a minute. Gib unzipped his fly and said, 'Your move Leanne.' "I reached behind my back and unhooked my bikini top. Gib whistled as I let my top fall away slowly. 'A really big girl!' Gib unbuckled his pants dropping them to the floor. He shucked his shirt and then pulled off his under shorts. 'What time are you supposed to be home?' "Once again I was staring at the growing cock that I had been dreaming about for weeks. I said in a trance, 'Mama's gone off with Aunt Pattie. She won't be back till Daddy picks her up later this afternoon. Daddy and Travis went into town. Don't know when they'll be back.' "All morning and all afternoon? Tell me girl, are you still a virgin?" "I nodded that I was." "Well, fair warning. If you don't get out of here... right now... you won't be a virgin when you get home. You understand what I'm saying?" "I nodded that I understood. Next thing I knew, he was all over me, kissing, feeling, licking. He nearly ripped my bottoms off. His hand was in my cunt, sliding along my slit while the other toyed with my tits. 'One last chance, Baby,' he hoarsely whispered. 'Do you want to go home before I fuck you?' "Well, I stayed and got screwed until I was blue in the face. I could barely walk I was so sore! I managed to get home only a few minutes before Daddy pulled up the driveway. I pretended I was sick and got into bed. Stayed there until Monday morning when I had to go to school. "The very next weekend, Daddy took me over to the Tate's. You and Mama, Linda and Katie had gone somewhere. When we walked in, Gib called to Becky that we all needed to talk a little. "I nearly died when Daddy said , 'It's not fair, Becky, not fair at all that Leanne let your father have sex with her.' "Becky was astonished. 'Oh my god!' 'Not that it's any big deal, but from what I hear, they had a lot of fun together.' "Daddy!" I protested. 'Well, didn't you? You were here for what, six hours? Sounds like oodles of fun to me.' "Daddy turned back to Becky. 'Now, is that fair? Your daddy made my little girl into a woman. Now it's up to you, Becky, to make things right.' 'What do you mean, Mr. Bill?' 'The friendship between our families is over... unless..." 'You gotta fix this, Becky,' said Gib feigning concern. 'You don't fix this, you may never see Leanne again. I'll lose my best friend too. We'll have to move... to Mexico.' 'What do you want me to do?' 'Only one way to fix it,' said her dad. 'Even the score.' 'Even the score? You mean...?' 'Listen to me carefully. You're gonna do it sometime in your life, might as well be today. Becky, you have my permission to taste the forbidden fruit of sex. Now be a good girl.' 'Here? Right here?' 'Oh no, Honey," laughed Gib, "unless you want to. Tell you what, Baby, why don't you go show Mr. Bill my bedroom. Let him make a woman out you.' "She wasn't about to tell her dad 'no'. That was unthinkable. Visibly shaken, Becky rose from the sofa. She looked at Daddy and then her father. Gib said, 'Take him by the hand, Baby. Go on, show him the way.' "As Becky led Daddy to her parents' bed, Gib smiled at me and said, 'I've been thinking of that sweet pussy of yours all week. C'mere, darling.' He wasted no time getting his cock in me and we were screwing when Daddy led Becky out of the back. Daddy's dick was bloody and so was her crotch. "Gib pumped into me a few more times before withdrawing. He looked at Becky and teased, 'What in the world have you been doing, Becky?' "Becky blushed and covered her small boobs. 'No need to hide'em Baby. Maybe they aren't as big as Leanne's jugs, but you're still growing. You're beautiful, Becky, beautiful. Now come with me and I'll clean you up.' "A few minutes had passed before Gib and Becky returned. He handed Daddy a wet washcloth to clean himself up with. 'Even?' he asked Daddy. 'No, I'd have to fuck her all day just to catch up.' "Gib laughed, 'Well, you better get busy then, ole buddy.' 'Yeah, I plan to do just that.' "Daddy pulled Becky down on the floor with him and gave her a screwing like Gib gave me the week before. Now when I say screwing, I mean full-blown no-holds-barred sex including oral and anal. Becky lost it all in one afternoon." "When did you first have sex with Dad?' I asked. "God Travis, you sure are noisy!" "Well, I want know. When did Mom find out? When did Miss Linda find out?" "As to the first question, that very afternoon. After Dad fucked Becky in the ass, Gib did me. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Gib's lap with his cock up my butt and Daddy came up and brushed his cock across my lips. It just seemed the right thing to do and I sucked him. Later that week, at home, I sucked him several times and before the next weekend, we were fucking." "As to the second and third question, dear little brother, they knew all along. Mama talked to me that week about how natural sex was and that all sex was good if everyone wanted it. She asked me if I wanted it. I was hooked and said yes. That night, Daddy came and got me, taking me to their bed. He spent the night fucking me and Mama. I remember, I was too tired to go to school, so I stayed home and he fucked me off and on all day, inviting Gib over to get a little too. When Gib brought Becky with him, to share her with Daddy, I found out that she too had slept with both her parents that night.”

My Sister gets me to Show Her by Vanessa Evans Part 5 The Monday and Tuesday were spent with Alice and I shopping for everything that we needed, and of course marathon sex sessions with no fear of mum or day coming home. Alice also managed to attract the attention of some people in the buildings opposite as she stood in her window looking out, naked of course. We even went up onto the roof again for Alice to try to work out the best place for her to do some nude sunbathing when the weather was warm enough and she told me that she liked walking around up there whilst she was naked, that it gave her a better feeling of being naked outdoors. Anyway, during the day on the Wednesday we both went out and made two trips to the nearest supermarket to get load of booze and snacks and when it was time to go down to the party Alice put on one of her G-strings and a loose fitting summer dress, nothing else, not even shoes, and down we went. Most of the people were already there and also a couple of mates of the guys. I guessed that they had told their mates that a girl would possibly be flashing her goodies again. If only they knew what Alice and I had planned. The party started just like the majority of parties with people circulating, talking and drinking. I noticed Imogen bend over one time and I swear that she was knickerless again, and a couple of times I saw Alice bend right over, one time I was behind her and I saw a hint of her bare butt and a little triangle of fabric covering her pussy, and the other time I was in front of her and I saw her tits down the top of her dress. If I had noticed then there was a very good chance that some other guys had see as well but it was only those two occasions, the other times that she bent over she would hold the front of her dress against her chest or bent a lot more ladylike. When it started to get late Logan came over to me and whispered, “So are you going to do it then Archie?” “Do you really want me to do this Logan?” I asked. “Don’t be stupid Archie, what guy wouldn’t want to see your sister naked?” “Okay then, but you’ve got to promise to go round everyone and remind them not to tell anyone about what happens here, you know what will happen to me if she ever finds out.” “Yeah, yeah, I’ll take care of it.” Logan replied. I walked over to Alice who was sat on one of the sofas with Imogen on one side of her and Ruby on the other and I was pleased to see that she didn’t have a drink in her hands. “Alice Simple Simon Says Pineapple.” I said. Alice stared straight ahead. “LISTEN EVERYONE,” I shouted, “Some of you may have noticed that my gorgeous, amazing sister is a bit anti-boy at the moment. She never used to be, she had a boyfriend until a few months ago and she used to come home and tell me everything that they’d got up to, and I mean everything. Then something went wrong, I never saw the boy again and she will not talk about it. Well I’ve decided to do something about it, I want my real sister back. In a minute I’m going to tell her to take her clothes off and let you all get your hands on her body. I’m not going to tell you what to do or what not to do but in a few minutes there will be a box of condoms down here. She will be acting like a rag doll and may I suggest that you move her limbs about a lot and bend her over a lot, she used to do gymnastics so she should be very flexible. One or two of you may be thinking that I’m using my hypnotism skills just to get her gang-banged but that is far from the truth. As you know, I’m here to study psychology and I’ve read that in cases like this a good few large doses of what the patient used to enjoy can make them overcome the psychological barrier that their mind has erected. So, if none of you have any objections we will begin.” I paused for a minute just to see if anyone said anything then I turned to Alice and was about to issue a command when Grace said, “I thought that brothers were supposed to like their sisters Archie.” “I do, I love her dearly but she needs help to get over whatever it was that happened to her and I believe that this is the best way forward.” “So you’re going to let us fuck her?” Caleb asked. “Yes, and if any of the girls want to do anything to her then they can. It may have been another girl that did something to her.” I waited to see if anyone else had anything to say then said, “Alice, Simple Simon Says when I stop talking you are to stand up and go to your room. You will then take off all your clothes and leave them on your bed and then go to my room where you will find a box of condoms near my computer. Finally you will bring the condoms down here then lay on one of the sofas. Go.” Alice stood up and walked out of the room. “You’re actually going to do this?” Owen said. “No, you people are. As I said, I believe that this is the best treatment for her condition. Remember, her conscious side will not remember a thing about what happens but her sub conscious will be working away in the background and hopefully fight whatever the mental block is. Oh, and please remember, this all depends upon her never finding out anything about what is about to happen here. It will surface eventually but any early knowledge may do irreparable damage.” “Jeez mate,” Logan said, “you’re sounding like a shrink already and you haven’t even started your course.” “Sorry about that but if any of you girls want a private consultation I will be happy to oblige.” “I might just take you up on that Archie.” Imogen said. Seconds later the very naked Alice walked into the room, gave me the box of condoms and went to the nearest sofa. Ruby jumped up letting Alice lay along it, one foot remaining on the floor. “Alice, Simple Simon Says you are to relax your body and until I say otherwise you are to remain relaxed while all these nice people move your limbs, bend your body and insert objects into your vagina, do you understand?” “Yes Master.” “Oh, got her to act like a Sub did you Archie, what else have you been doing to her?” “Nothing, I don’t know where she got that ‘Master’ thing from. I didn’t think that she was submissive but maybe that trait has been hiding away all these years.” “Maybe you’re submissive as well Archie, you are her twin.” Imogen said. “I don’t think so but you never know, twins often share a lot of traits. Who wants to go first?” Unsurprisingly, Logan stepped forward and we all watched as he put his arms under her back and lifted her into the sitting position. He spread her legs wide open then turned to look at me. “Stretch her muscles and joints Logan, she used to do gymnastics so you should easily get her legs behind her head and stretched wide like in the splits.” Before he started doing that he put his hand in a pocket and took out his phone. Giving it to me he said, “Would you take some photos please Archie?” “Wanking material.” I thought but said, “Sure, no problem, but they are for your eyes only.” “Good name for a movie that,” Logan replied, “can you video it as well?” “Sure.” Logan got started and Alice was being the perfect rag doll, her arms and legs were going everywhere that Logan put them, often leaving her pussy spread wide open allowing everyone to see, and the cameras, right inside her. I’m not an expert on female anatomy but I was sure that I could see her cervix at one point. What I definitely could see was her juices making her whole vulva nice and shiny. I just knew that she was loving every second of it. After about ten minutes Logan stopped and turned to me. “Are you sure that I can fuck her Archie?” “With a condom on yes, go for it.” “You guys can watch if you like?” Logan said to the good dozen or so people watching. I moved slightly so that Logan’s phone would capture his cock entering Alice, and some of his thrusting in and out until he filled the end of the condom. I was watching Alice’s eyes all the time and I saw a slight movement round her wide open eyes and I guessed that that was when she was having an orgasm. “Who’s next?” Logan asked when he finally pulled out of Alice’s vagina. Henry stepped forward and immediately god his cock out, put a condom on and started fucking Alice. “No stretching of her limbs Henry?” I asked just after he grunted and shook telling us all that he’d just cum. “Suppleness of the limbs could well be where the saying ‘Use it or loose it.’ came from mate.” Henry got hold of Alice’s ankles and pushed them so far apart that the angle of each leg to her torso was less than ninety degrees. I looked at Alice’s face for a hint of pain but saw none. Jacob went next almost copying what Logan had done. Then so did all the other guys that were there. I was sure that Alice would be shattered by then but she just lay there and took everything that they could give including Ethan, Julian and Carter who decided to fuck her mouth instead. Two girls, Imogen and Amelia, gave Alice’s limbs a good workout and they had good pussy eating sessions as well. Both of which got lots of cheers from the guys but no reaction from Alice. When the last one who wanted to use Alice’s body had finished doing so, everyone decided that because it was 3 a.m. they were going to bed. Logan said, “Are you going to leave her like that? Because if you are can I come back in the morning and giver her another one?” “No Logan, I’m going to carry her to her bed then in the morning I’m going to tell her to get dressed then bring her out of it.” “Shame, never mind, there may be other times.” “You never know. Hey everyone, I’m thinking of keeping Alice in this, shall we sat ‘compliant’ mode for a while. It you see us out and about and she’s wearing slutty clothes then there is a good chance that she is in her hypnotic state but acting normally. If I give you the thumbs up then that is the case. If I give you the thumbs down then I might just have solved her condition and she’s back to where she was a year ago.” Everyone seemed to accept that and I led Alice, still naked, up to her room. By the time that I had fucked her, Alice had been fucked by thirteen guys and she told me that she’d had six orgasms. She fell asleep within seconds of me lowering her legs to the bed. ***** Alice was happy when she woke, so happy and aroused that she woke me by riding my morning woody. After breakfast we went down to the communal lounge, with her still naked, to clean up. Our plan being that if anyone else was there I would tell then that she was still in her hypnotic state. Unfortunately for her we didn’t see anyone else. As we were eating some breakfast Alice asked me what we were going to do if anyone wanted a repeat of the previous night’s fun. “Do you want any of them to do that again Alice?” “Silly question bro, of course I do.” “Okay I’ll see what I can organise. Where do you want it to happen?” “Anywhere?” “In the main entrance to the university?” I joked. “Now that would be fun but being realistic it’s probably best to do it, or should I say do me, up here, your apartment would be best I think, you can get one of the guys, or girls, up there then call me over.” “Okay, I can live with that but we’ll have to make my apartment look more lived in.” “Yeah, scatter some of your dirty clothes around the place, half use toothpaste, half a bar of soap, that sort of thing.” “That’s easy, we can use the shower over there a few times and not clean it.” “Do you even clean the shower Archie?” “Hey, I clean it just as much as you do Alice.” “Yeah, okay.” We spent the next couple of days getting ourselves organised and whenever we went out Alice wore a knee length skirt or dress and made sure that her nipples weren’t trying to poke their way through her tops. We bumped into a few of the other residents, Imogen being one and she said that it was a shame that Alice couldn’t have stayed to the end of the party. “Yes, I was so tired,” Alice replied, “Archie told me that I didn’t miss much, that is right isn’t it Imogen, I wouldn’t put it passed him to not tell me everything that happened.” Imogen looked at me, I smiled and she replied, “No Alice, nothing worth mentioning happened although it would be nice to continue where we left off Archie.” I immediately got an image of Imogen eating Alice’s pussy at the party in my head so I said, “Yeah, come on up to my place, top floor on the left, this evening around seven and I’ll arrange it.” “Okay, I’ll look forward to it.” Imogen replied. “Am I missing something here?” Alice asked. “Is there something that I should know about you two?” “No Alice, there’s nothing, it’s just that we were talking about the latest GTA game which you say is boring.” “It is.” “Well you’re entitled to your opinion Alice.” I said, then turning to Imogen I said, “See you about seven.” As we were walking away Alice said, We’d better check your place when we get back. How are we going to do this?” “You wait in your place, all dressed prim and proper, then when Imogen comes to my place I’ll call you over then I’ll Pineapple you.” “That would work bro.” When we got back we moved all me electronic games over to my apartment and set them up, Alice saying that my apartment would be my games room from then on in. “In more ways than one.” I replied. “Yes, and we should get some concealed cameras in there to record all the fun.” “You’re not thinking about blackmailing anyone are you Alice?” “Hell no, the videos will be for our enjoyment only, we’re not short of money.” At 7 p.m. I was sat in my room in front of the huge monitor that was linked to one of my games when I heard the lift ping. “IN HERE IMOGEN.” I shouted. Seconds later Imogen walked through my open door and said, “Wow, this is much bigger than my room, I’m jealous.” “Daddy’s money.” I replied. “Hey, this fun is okay isn’t it, you don’t mind hypnotising your sister again, do you? I know that it would be very embarrassing for her if she ever found out.” “Hey, relax, it’s all good. She will never know, the stretching will be good for her and it’s all ammunition for when I slowly start to bring her out of it and finally get her over that pratt of an ex.” “He sounds like a nasty piece of work.” “He was. Now are you ready?” “I am.” “HEY ALICE, HAVE YOU GOT A MINUTE?” I shouted. Second later a prim and proper dressed Alice walked in and said, “What do you want Archie, Oh hi Imogen.” “Simple Simon Says Pineapple.” Alice just stared in front of herself. “Alice, Simple Simon Says that you will pretend to be a rag doll, a Flexi-Doll, and you will let Imogen do whatever she likes with your body.” Alice just stood there. “Do you mind if I video you two Imogen?” “Only if you promise to send me a copy Archie.” “No problem.” “Do you want me to leave you two alone?” “You can’t if you’re going to video us Archie.” “Good point.” I picked up my phone and said, “She’s all yours Imogen.” Imogen snapped her fingers in front of Alice’s face and shouted at her. Getting no response she lifted Alice’s right arm up and let go of it. It stayed where it was. “Okay, I’m convinced, this is going to be fun.” Imogen started manipulating Alice’s body, stood up then on the bed. “Have you seen any of those Flexi-Doll porn videos Imogen? “Yeah, such a turn-on, you don’t mind me doing this to her do you Archie?” “Hell no, go for it Imogen, it will do her muscles good.” And she did, slowly undressing Alice and teasing her tits and pussy on the way. After around thirty minutes Imogen started to get serious with Alice’s pussy, finger fucking her and rubbing her clit. I was watching Alice’s face and I saw one orgasm arrive then fade away. Then Imogen started eating Alice’s pussy. How the hell Alice kept a straight face I shall never know. When I eat her pussy she is always quite vocal and animated. What I haven’t talked about so far is what Imogen was and wasn’t wearing. She was wearing a short miniskirt and it soon became apparent that she wore no knickers. I got quite a few good looks at her wet pussy as she bent over doing things to Alice and I made sure that those views were caught by my camera. As Imogen was eating Alice’s pussy I was sure that Imogen orgasmed. The tell-tale signs of shudders, shakes and contracting pussy were visible to me, all things that I had seen Alice do when she orgasms. Finally Imogen stood up leaving Alice flat on her back with her legs spread wide on my bed. “That was fun Archie, you should try it sometime.” “She’s my sister Imogen.” “So what Archie, she’s got one hell of a hot body so why shouldn’t you enjoy it, it’s not like you’re going to get her pregnant and she certainly wasn’t a virgin when I started on her. Hey, can we do this again sometime?” “I don’t see why not, it’s all memories in her subconscious.” “Can I bring some dildos and vibrators, her subconscious will like those and you’ll enjoy watching. I might even let you watch me using them on me.” “That sounds good Imogen I’ll look forward to that, you look like you’ve got a hot body under those clothes.” “Thanks Archie, do you want me to clean her up a bit before I go?” “That’s good idea, I’ll get some tissues.” I did, and Imogen did, then she left. As soon as I heard the lift doors close I dropped my jeans and pounced on Alice. “I take it that Imogen has gone bro?” “Yes, did you hear that she wants to use dildos and vibrators on you?” “I did and it worries me a bit, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep quiet and still.” ”In that case we’d better get some and practice.” “Hmm, that sounds like fun, we’ve got that Pinnacle thing and we passed an adult shop when we were walking around town, when can we go there?” “Tomorrow afternoon, I doubt that places like that will be open on a morning.” When we went out the following afternoon we bumped into Jacob. I sensed what he wanted to ask me something so I told Alice to that I’d meet her outside. I was right, he wanted another go at manipulating and fucking Alice. As it was going to be our first week of lessons I told him to come to my apartment on the Friday evening at 7 p.m. When I caught up with Alice and told her she said that she couldn’t wait. ***** The next day was our first day of lessons and Alice wore a knee length dress, in fact she wore knee knee length skirts and dresses, and tops that hid all of her tits all week. If she hadn’t been naked all the time that we were in her apartment I would have had withdrawal symptoms. We bumped into a few of our fellow residents as the week went on, one of them being Caleb in the uni’s cafe and he said that he was happy that we’d met. He, like Jacob, was making small talk and I sensed what he was after so I asked Alice if she’d go and get me another cup of coffee. “You want to play with Alice’s naked body again don’t you Caleb?” “Err, yes, is that asking too much Archie?” “Not for you Caleb, but you’ll owe me one.” “Thanks mate, I won’t forget it.” As I told him to come to my apartment on the Saturday at 7 p.m. something registered in my brain, he’d used the word ‘forget’. Alice and I had been talking about the whole hypnotism thing and her dressing very prim and proper and we had decided that we’d got ourselves into a bit of a hole and Alice wanted out and to be her natural self. “Slutty you mean?” I asked. “Yes, I don’t like wearing these knee length skirts and dresses, I much prefer to wear microskirts and accidentally and deliberately flash my pussy.” We previously discussed how we could end the hypnotism game but not really came to any conclusion, but when Caleb said that he wouldn’t forget that he owes me one that gave me an idea, a simple one that both Alice and I should have thought of before. Alice could become the person she wanted to be and if anyone asked me about her change then I would tell them that I’d put her into her hypnotic trance and told her to forget everything about the make believe ex boyfriend who had done nasty things to her, erase everything about him from her mind and to go back to being the happy girl who loved wearing slutty clothes that our mother hadn’t been too impressed with. If anyone said anything to her about her change of wardrobe she would just tell them that she wasn’t back home now so she could experiment wearing all sorts of outfits to find what she was comfortable with. Alice was kicking herself as well and we agreed that she would not change until after Jacob’s and Caleb’s visits that weekend as she was really looking forward to them doing all sorts with her body. Both those visits went great from everyone’s point of view, very much like Imogen’s except that it was a man’s hands moving her about, seeing every minute detail of her pussy, and a man’s cock that was fucking her, albeit with a condom on it. Both Caleb and Jacob had had their turn at manipulating her body at the last party and this time they were more confident and Alice’s legs spent most of the hour or so spread as wide as they could go. After each of them Alice was almost desperate for me to fuck her without a condom and for her to let me know that she was really enjoying our sex. The Sunday night’s fuck was even more enjoyable for Alice because it was going to be the end of prim and proper Alice and the start of slutty Alice and I wasn’t complaining as it meant that I got to see her pussy and tits in some very public places. I also meant that we could start acting out the first of many, staged exhibitionistic incidents took place. I’ve written about as many adventures that I can remember and they are not listed in any particular order, just as I remembered them. Oh, just to clarify things, Imogen, Logan and Mason did mention to me that Alice had changed, that her dress was a little less conservative. I told them that I had managed to use hypnotism to erase the bad memories and that she was now back to her old self. Imogen asked if it meant that she wouldn’t be able to have fun with Alice’s body again I assured her that I could still ‘switch on’ her hypnotic state whenever I wanted and that all she (Imogen) had to do was to let me know when she wanted to enjoy a couple of hour’s fun again. ***** ***** One evening we went to a bar that had high stools at the bar and Alice went in first and sat on one of the stools. She had to climb up onto the stool and her short skirt wasn’t long enough for her to sit on any of it, in fact if she leant over the bar even a little bit her skirt rode up at the back leaving a strip of bare butt visible to anyone behind her and she knew it so she leant forward over the bar quite often. A couple of times Alice swivelled the stool so that she was facing me and I could clearly see her slit and clit sticking out of it. It wasn’t only me that she faced, I watched as she sat facing other men with her drink in her hand and slowly sipping from it while the guys looked at her slit and clit. She wasn’t there to pick-up a cock, she was there to tease and she certainly did that. A couple of times that a guy tried to hit on her she swivelled the stool to the side where the guy was standing and I could see that her knees were open wide enough for the guy to get between them. All that guy had to do to get a great look at her slit was to look down and I noticed that the eyes of both guys spent more time looking down than at her face. Whilst all that was going on I was also looking around the pub to see how many people were watching her and I was pleased, for her, that there were a good half dozen. After about an hour I went and pretended to hit on her and after a few minutes talking she slid off the stool and left with me, her hoping that some of the guys there were jealous of me. ***** Another thing that we did a few times was if we were walking somewhere that wasn’t busy and one or more guys were walking towards us, Alice would stop and lift either her skirt or dress up to show them her pussy (no knickers), or pull her top down below her tits and then ask the guy(s) what they thought of her. Only once did she get derogatory comments, the rest of the time they were all complimentary. After the good comments Alice sometimes asked the guys if they wanted to take some photographs of her and she would pose for them with her goodies still on display. ***** We did visit the adult shopping to buy some dildos and vibrators and while we were there we saw some naughty outfits, you know the type, French Maid, naughty Nurse, Policewoman, that sort of thing, well Alice thought that it would be a good idea to get one saying that there was bound to be a party coming up, maybe even Halloween, where she’d want to go in fancy dress. So she wanted to try on some of the outfits that they had in the shop. Alice took a couple off the rack and went to the man behind the counter and asked where she could try them on. “Sorry love, we don’t have any changing rooms but you can bring them back if they don’t fit.” “I don’t really want to do that,” Alice replied, “can I try them on out here?” “I guess so.” The man replied. I looked round the shop and saw two other customers, both middle-aged men, one looking at video and one at magazines, but not for long. Alice put the outfits on the sales counter then unfastened her dress. By the time it was unfastened and off she had four men looking at her naked body, and all four of us stared as she tried on not only the two outfits that she’d selected but she also walked back to the clothing section, still naked, and tried on another outfit as well. In the end she decided to buy a babydoll nightie that was totally see-through saying, “I’ll wear this to the party without the knickers.” All four of us men had just been staring at her all the time and it wasn’t until she was putting her dress back on that the sales guy said, “Yes, it will be okay to try them on right there.” “I smiled to myself knowing that Alice had made those three guys day. We left that shop with that nightie, two dildos and two remote controlled vibrators, both of which I could control from my phone in the same way as the Pinnacle vibrator that she already has, me deciding that when the situation was right I was going to make Alice cum over and over in front of people who she knew but didn’t really want to cum in front of them. The type of people that I was thinking of were professors or tutors. “See what the physc ‘experts’ think of that.” I thought. ***** Not far from our apartments there is a huge park and that was a place where Alice had quite a few ‘adventures’, one was after we had found a quiet part of the park that had a bench for people to sit, relax and look out over part of the city. After a couple of scouting trips we decided that the footfall was little enough for a bit of fun on that bench. By fun what I mean was that Alice wore just a dress and I took with us four lengths of some soft, cotton rope that we had bought. At the bench we waited until no one else was around then Alice took the dress off and sat on the middle of the bench. I then quickly tied her wrists to the ends of the back of the bench and her ankles to the ends of the seat part. I then retreat to behind a bush where I could watch unobserved. With her spread eagle and getting wetter by the second we then waited for someone to walk or cycle along the path directly in front of her. Altogether during the four times that we have done that I remember eleven people or groups of people coming along and seeing her. We were amazed that twice people just walked passed her without even looking at her, it was as if they were blind. Two middle-aged couple both stopped and asked her if she was okay and what she was doing there. Both times Alice told them our pre-planned story of her loosing a bet and that someone would be back to release her in five minutes. One of the couples wasn’t really happy to leave her there and it took Alice a couple of minutes to convince them that she’d be okay. Unsurprisingly, both the men didn’t do any talking, just lots of looking. It was the younger people that Alice really enjoyed appearing in front of her even though there was the risk that some of them would get close enough to grope her, which some did. We’d agreed on a word ‘Pineapple’ that she would shout if she got in any distress but she never shouted it even when I saw a young man groping both her tits and pussy before she managed to convince him to take a hike. ***** Another time in that park we saw two middle-aged men walking towards us in the distance and when Alice told me that she was going to have a bit of fun she told me to disappear, then as the men got closer she took some selfies with her phone camera. When the men were within earshot she said, “Excuse me gentlemen, I need some photographs to send to my boyfriend who is in the army on deployment overseas and I was wondering if you would take a couple of photos of me please. I’ve tried taking selfies but they’re just not good enough. What self respecting middle-aged man who was out without his wife could refuse a request like that from an attractive young woman and when Alice handed her phone over she backed up to the edge of the rose garden the quickly pulled her dress up and off leaving her posing naked in front of the men. After the initial shock and Alice saying that her boyfriend needed nude photos so that he could swap them with his mates she kept changing her poses and asking the men to take more photos. She only stopped when she was two couples walking towards them. Then she thanked the two men kissed them on their cheeks, put her dress back on and walked off towards where she knew I was. ***** The wildest thing that Alice did was on one sunny Sunday afternoon. In the large open park were quite a few people scattered around sat or laying down doing a variety of things and Alice decided that she was going to dance all around the huge open area naked. Talking off her dress and sandals off she went, dancing, skipping, doing cartwheels, forward rolls, throwing her arms in the air, all over the park. In and out, round and what looked like from where I was, jumping over people. She looked like a crazy woman. I quickly got my phone out and recorded most of it but I missed the first part because I was a bit shocked. After a good few minutes she headed back towards me so I headed towards a path that went into the wooded area. Alice went skipping and throwing her arms in the air passed me and round a corner. When I got there she pulled me into the bushes and got me to fuck her. ***** Alice’s escapades in the park weren’t just restricted to the daytime, three times, so far, Alice has asked me to take her to the park at night and each time as soon as we’ve got there she’d stripped naked and given me her clothes to keep for her while we have walked along a lot of the paths hand in hand. We’ve seen quite a few people on our night time walks and the only people who have said anything are the groups of young men who can’t resist a few comments. They’ve all been quite complimentary, that’s if you ignore the crude way that they put things and there’s only been one time when I had to tell Alice to walk quicker to get away from a drunk young man who wanted to put his hands on her tits. If Alice can see some young men walking towards us in the distance she either speeds up or slows down her walking so that she times it that our paths are crossing under a street light. ***** Another, less dramatic adventure was to the university’s library where Alice sat reading a book at a table next to a busy walkway. Nothing special with that but the table had no modesty boards and she sat with her knees wide open. I was sat at a different table where I could watch the people walking by to see how many of them looked at Alice and saw what she was displaying. I was, Alice also, disappointed that only three guys looked. Two did a double take and slowed down whilst the third stopped and stared for about twenty seconds before moving on. ***** Art Life Model. Alice phoned the Art teachers at both universities and offered her services. I was next to her when she did this and it sounded very much like she was begging to model for the students. I didn’t go to any of the four sessions that she went to but after each one she repeated the poses for me and she was more energetic and adventurous when we went to bed those nights. What she did tell me after going to a few sessions was that it wasn’t that exciting, that the novelty had worn off quite quickly. ***** Quite a few times that we go to crowded places Alice takes her burner phone on which she has loaded lots of photos of her naked body (all with her head cropped off) and she has also set that phone so that it has a name of ‘Nude Pics Girl’ and was electronically visible to all phones nearby. At each event she keeps looking at her phone to see what other phones are nearby then she shares the images to those phones. We’ve noticed a few people looking at their phones then looking around, presumably to see which girls there has a body the same shape as in the photos of Alice’s but there are always a few girls there that are the same shape as Alice. She also carries her own, proper mobile with her just in case she needs to show it to prove that Nude Pics Girl wasn’t her but so far she has never been accused of being that girl. ***** One day when we were out shopping Alice decided to buy some T-shirts, long T-shirts that she could wear as a short dress. Nothing special in that except that when we got back to the apartment she got some scissors and cut the arms off, right back to nearly the neck band and right down to her waist. The end result is that when she is wearing one she shows her side boobs to nearly her areolae. It doesn’t take much for her nipples to escape. After she’d cut the first one she decided that she wanted to go for a walk in the park wearing just one of those T-shirts and shoes. When she is just walking she just looks like any girl wearing a sleeveless T-shirt dress, albeit a quite short one, but when she bends forwards even a little bit or moves her arms away from her sides one hell of a lot of her tits are on display, and when she sits she is displaying her legs right up to her stomach. Each time that we go out with her wearing just one of those T-shirts she sits on benches sideways with her legs and knees up on the bench thus having her pussy on display. You’d be surprised how many people don’t notice and how many who do notice stop to have good look at her pussy, all while she is either looking elsewhere or doing something on her phone. We’ve even gone on buses with her wearing only one of those T-shirts and we are sure that her slit and probably her clit were visible to people walking down the aisle. We’ve also gone clothes and shoe shopping when she’s been dressed like that and she finds it even easier to ‘accidentally’ flash someone when she’s trying something on. ***** One day Alice decided that she wanted some professional photographs of herself and she looked up nearby professional photographers. She phoned a couple of them explaining that she wanted some good photos of herself to send to her boyfriend who was in the army overseas. Then she added that she wanted some of the photos to be very explicit photographs of her. When she got a positive response she stopped looking for other photographers and booked an appointment. It was a bit like the photos that she’s got unsuspecting tourists to take of her but of a much better quality. Alice went to the photographer’s studio on her own, taking a couple of dresses and underwear. Not that she has much underwear but what she has is minimal and see -through. Afterwards she told me that the studio and the man, who looked to be in his thirties, was very professional, even having a screen that she could change clothes behind. Apparently the man wanted to see Alice in each of the dresses that she’d taken so that he could decide which one would be best from a photogenic point of view. He pointed to the screen but Alice just went to a chair that was near the screen and took off the dress that she was wearing the turned to the man and asked him where she could check her hair. There was a mirror on a little table on the other side of the room so Alice had walked across the room wearing just a sheer G-string and a sheer bra, brushed her hair then returned to put a dress on. All the time that she had been doing that the man had been talking to her telling her what shots he would be talking. The first two dresses that Alice tried on were deliberately old, very modest dresses but when she went to put on the third and last dress she took the bra off and stood facing the man as she put the dress on. It’s a little black, backless dress that flares out from her waist. She tells me that she feels like she is bottomless when she wears it. That dress is also my favourite, I think that she looks fabulous in it. And I guess that the photographer agreed with me because he told her that she’d found the right dress and he proceeded to take dozens of photos of her in all sorts of poses. Being Alice the dress is very short on her and she was looking forward to seeing how much of her legs was showing when the man got down onto the floor to take some shots, not upskirt ones, ones that were just looking up at her although Alice did stand with her feet well apart. When the man told Alice that he was happy with those shots she asked him if it was underwear shots next and he calmly said that it was and he asked her if she was comfortable doing that. By the time Alice got to where her clothes were the dress was off leaving her in just the G-string. She put the bra on as she walked back to the green posing area where another load of shots were taken in all sorts of poses, all of them being ‘decent’ apart from the fact that both items of clothing were see-through and the camera and the man could see every detail of her nipples, areolae, slit, clit and butt. “Do you want to stop there Alice?” The man asked, “or do you want some totally nude and maybe some sexually explicit shots as well.” “Let’s keep going.” Alice had apparently replied so they did, Alice taking off the bra and G-string when requested to. It was after those shots that the man told Alice that it was then up to her to pose however she wanted to and that he would just go on taking shots until she stopped. Alice told me that by then she was very aroused that she’s closed her eyes and caressed her body like I do, and that she included what I do to her nipples and her pussy. Well you can guess what I do for foreplay and soon she was masturbating as the photographer took more and more photographs. And yes, she did make herself cum for the camera, and the man, and we have the photographs to prove it. Once her orgasm faded into a distant memory Alice then asked the man if she could look through all the photos. He took the memory card out of his camera and inserted it into a laptop and started a slide show. What Alice hadn’t expected was for the laptop to be linked to a projector and the images displayed on the white wall at the back of the studio. Both sat and looked through all the photographs, the photographer stopping at each one that he thought were great photos. What I haven’t mentioned here is that Alice told me that she hadn’t got dressed at that point and that she was sat there totally naked discussing the photographs. Alice told me that she was particularly proud of of the ones of her with her fingers on and in her pussy and as she looked at them the photographer was discussing the expressions on her face. When the last photograph went off the screen a video started playing, a video of Alice masturbating. “You made a video of me playing with myself?” Alice asked the man, “that wasn’t part of the agreement.” “No, you’re right Alice, and I’m sorry, it’s just that it was such a magnificent sight that natural instinct took over and I recorded it for posterity. I will of course delete it right now.” “No, don’t do that, put it on the memory stick with all the photos.” “Are you sure Alice?” “I’m sure.” “Thank you. Now there’s just the subject of the background that you want on each of the photos. I’ll show you an assortment of the ones that I have.” Alice told me that he did and that in the end she decided to let him choose apart from the ones where she was naked. For those she chose a beautiful beach on some Caribbean island, telling him that she was going to go to beaches like that as soon as she could. When she was telling me that I had images rush into my mind of my naked sister displaying her gorgeous body to hundreds of people on beaches like I’d seen in photographs of the Caribbean. When their business was completed Alice decided that she should put some clothes on which she did with the man watching her then she left telling him that she looked forward to receiving the memory stick from him and being able to send some of them to her boyfriend overseas. Needless to say that whilst Alice was telling me all of the above we were making love on her bed. *****

Missy Becomes An Exhibitionist by Lisasuzanne Chapter 4 Matt gets a taste of Missy's life. This is the continuing story of my college exhibitionism. I am now in my junior year of college and my roommates, Kim and Lisa were both seniors. In the last year or so, I had several nude adventures while under the control of my roommates. Those adventures included serving 50 strangers at a party while naked, stripping in front of the pizza delivery guy, who was also in one of my classes and became a participant in the adventures. I also ran through a home improvement store naked, went through a burger joint drive through naked and watched the video of me in the home improvement store in front of my roommates and the aforementioned pizza guy. Every one of these stunts was incredibly embarrassing and humiliating, but they were also extremely arousing for me. So much so that I came from each experience, sometimes more than once. Usually, a couple of months passed in between each escapade, but I was always on edge every time I did something socially with my roommates, not knowing if it was going to end with me being naked and embarrassed again. At the same time, deep down, I was kind of hoping something would happen. The orgasms I got from these acts were so powerful that I began craving the adventures so I could experience the highs all over again. Even though the big stunts were limited to once every couple of months, I frequently was instructed by my roommates to be naked around the apartment. I would cook, wash dishes, do laundry, study and watch TV naked while my roommates remained clothed for the most part. Sometimes they would wear just panties while watching TV with me. None of us are lesbian, but they enjoyed touching and teasing me while I was naked around them. Eventually, I became somewhat comfortable wandering around the house naked, but it still always felt a little weird when my roommates were fully clothed. Since Kim and Lisa were both seniors, I knew this would probably be the last year for this. I think that thought made me more sad than relieved. What was I going to do if I NEEDED to do these things to satisfy my urges? Matt, the pizza guy, and I have become friends and he is there to protect us when we are doing something risky. He is super cute, and I would love for him to be my boyfriend. But that situation is a little weird too since I have stripped naked in front of him and sat naked with him while watching a video of me streaking through a store. I have also had squirting orgasms in front of him multiple times! Kim and Lisa invite Matt over sometimes while I am naked around the house. That always embarrasses me because I like Matt a lot. I hope he doesn't think I am a disgusting slut. He always tells me how cute and hot I am, so that does make me feel a little better. I think he likes me more than just because he sees me naked, but I wouldn't say we've progressed to the point where he is my boyfriend. One Saturday afternoon, I heard the doorbell and Lisa went to answer it. It startled me because I was naked again as I did various things around the apartment. Not knowing who it was jacked up the nerves for me. It could be some complete stranger. Whoever it was, there was a really good chance that they would soon see me naked. Turns out it was Matt. Lisa invited him in, and said they were going to plan my next adventure. Hearing this got my juices flowing. It is hard to understand how I could get so excited at the prospect of being embarrassed and humiliated, but it never failed. I seemed to be getting addicted to the sexual excitement. The three of them headed off to the kitchen. They wouldn't allow me to join the discussion so that it would be a surprise. I could feel Matt's eyes on me, trying to get a look at my naked body. I tried to act as nonchalant as possible, but my nervousness was probably quite obvious. I glanced over to Matt and when he saw me look, he quickly diverted his gaze as he passed by. I thought that was cute, he was uncomfortable too! While Matt, Kim and Lisa talked in the kitchen, I continued doing some chores and various other things. I kept trying to listen in to get a preview of what was in store for me but stayed out of the kitchen. As usual, it felt weird to be walking around the apartment like this as if nothing was out of the ordinary but having Matt there this time elevated the level. Doing housework calmed me somewhat. It gave me something else to think about. But, once the chores were done, I couldn't think of anything else to do. So, I continued to just pad around naked, not really doing anything. It was more of a pacing really. As the minutes passed, my nerves and excitement grew. Damn, I wish I knew what they were talking about! Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, Kim and Lisa came out of the kitchen, walked past me without saying a word and went out the door. Matt stayed behind. Matt approached me and I caught him scanning up and down my body with his eyes. It surprised me since he had been shy about it a few minutes ago. I felt a little embarrassed having him look me over like that. Was he judging me? Did he like what he saw, or was he finding imperfections in my body that he didn't like? Or hopefully he just really liked what he saw. I looked down to see how I looked to him, then raised my eyes to meet his. He immediately snapped out of the little trance he seemed to be in. "Oh, jeez, sorry," he said. I smiled and said, "It's OK, I understand. How often do you have a naked girl just standing in front of you?" "Pretty much a first for me," he said. We stood there in silence again for what seemed like an eternity, but probably was only about 30 seconds. He was taking the opportunity to get a good look at my body. Finally, he asked if I would come sit on the couch and talk to him. I was hesitant, not because I was afraid he would do something to me, but because I liked him, and I was naked. Anyway, I agreed and followed him to the couch. Matt sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. Feeling his clothed body against me gave me chills. With him being fully clothed and me being completely naked, he was in a position of power over me. It was one thing to have Kim and Lisa in the power position, but it was quite different with Matt! I found that I really liked this feeling. I kept my knees together to try to maintain some modesty, as strange as that may sound. I asked if he could give me any hints as to what they had planned, but he said he couldn't tell me. They were still working on some things, and it wasn't going to happen in the very near future. I was a little disappointed in that. I was kind of in need of some excitement. Matt finally said, "I just want to make sure you are ok. I really like you and don't want you to be hurt. If you want this to stop, just say the word." Wait, did he just say he really likes me? That's what I've been dying to hear from him! I could hardly contain my excitement. I snuggled closer to him and said sheepishly "I'm fine. These stunts are so humiliating, but it turns me on soooo much. I hope you don't think I'm a huge slut!" Matt said, "Nooo, I think you are super cute and sexy. I've wanted to tell you that for a long time, but I was afraid you would think I was creepy." I said, "I like you a lot too." "So, are you my girlfriend?" I giggled and said, "I would love that. Are you sure you can handle me being naked in front of strangers?" Matt said, "I think it is really hot! But I don't get how you have the nerve to do it! I could never even think of doing that myself, not that anybody would want to see ME do that!" I said, "I don't know what comes over me. I just get so turned on; I'll do just about anything. Don't tell them this, but if I never did this again, I think I would be crushed." "Really? Wow, that takes a lot of guts, but you sure are sexy enough to pull it off!" We snuggled for a few minutes, and I was getting more worked up with every second that passed. I started to squirm a little due to my arousal. I felt so vulnerable cuddled up to him like this while he was fully clothed. Matt must have mistaken my squirming for discomfort, so he asked, "Do you want to get dressed? It must feel weird being naked like that in front of me." In almost a whisper I said, "It's OK. I have a secret to tell you. I am the most excited when I am the only naked person, and the others are fully clothed. It's like electricity that surges through me!" "Wow, that's unbelievable! What is it that makes that so exciting?" Matt said. "I don't know. I guess it's the anticipation, the sexiness of it all and the thrill of being seen," I said. Matt was holding me tightly now as the fingertips of his right hand gently caressed up and down my back. With each stroke, his fingers moved closer to my butt, until he finally began swirling them around my left butt cheek. My body sensed where this was going, and I felt the first trickle of juice seeping past my pussy lips! Matt's caresses were now focused exclusively on my butt. Then, he added squeezing, which caused my pussy lips to separate. My juices were flowing freely now with every rhythmic squeeze of my ass! I could sense that he wanted to go further, so I scooted up a little to give him access to my pussy. He understood the invitation and immediately ran his fingertips from the top of my crack, all the way to my aching pussy! The instant his fingers contacted my dripping wet pussy, jolts of energy pulsed through me! Matt's eyes sprung wide open as he realized how wet I was. I grabbed his head and kissed him feverishly, using the embrace to pull myself up further to allow him greater access to my pussy. Matt used the opportunity to alternate between circling my clit and plunging a finger in and out of me. He couldn't seem to decide what he wanted to do to me! I lifted my left leg and scooted over to straddle his left leg. His hand was still working me over, sandwiched between my pussy and his leg. I broke our kiss and started pinching and pulling on my nipples, while grinding my pussy into Matt's hand. The pressure was building in me, and my orgasm wasn't far off. I couldn't take it anymore! I kissed him again and reached for the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms, and I pulled the t-shirt off him, then moved to his shorts. I unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down. He removed his fingers from my pussy and lifted his butt to allow me to slide them off. He did the same with his boxer briefs and he was then as naked as I was! He asked if I was sure I wanted to do this and I said, "I need you boyfriend!" I stroked his cock lightly for a few minutes while he caressed my entire body. He has such a beautiful cock; I just had to examine it and play with it! We got into a 69 position on the couch, but not on top of each other. We were laying side by side as I inspected his cock closely. I sucked him into my mouth and popped it back out, then used the index finger of my left hand to spread the pre-cum over the bulbous head. He was fully erect at about 7". His balls were snugged up tight and covered with fine brown hairs. I cupped his balls and the base of his cock in my right hand and jiggled it around. More of his juice was coming out, giving me plenty of lube to circle the engorged head. Matt was moaning and I could feel his fingers parting my pussy lips once again and sliding up and down my slit. His cock was so hard, I thought it might split the skin! I grabbed the head with all five fingertips of my right hand and pretended I was going to pull the head right off the shaft! Matt REALLY liked that as his moans grew much louder. He was struggling to get his tongue onto my pussy because of the confines of the couch. So, I lifted my right leg and put it over his head to give him easier access. I took his full length into my mouth and began bobbing up and down on that gorgeous cock while he slurped away at my pussy! After a couple of minutes of this, Matt pulled his tongue out and said, "If we keep this up much longer, I'm going to cum!" I sucked his dick one last stroke and let it fall out of my mouth with an audible pop. I said, "I need you inside me." He sat up, stood at the edge of the couch and guided my hips to the edge of the cushion so he could enter me doggy style. I said, "No, I want to ride you! Sit on the edge." He did as I said, and I straddled his legs facing him. I was not a virgin but was not very experienced either. So, I just did what came natural. I grabbed his cock and stroked it a couple of times, then put it at my entrance and rubbed the head around in my flowing juices. Unable to wait any longer, I positioned my pussy lips over his cock and sank down. Mmmmm, the feeling of his cock filling me was sheer bliss! We began a slow rhythmic motion, and I took the opportunity to look down at his cock sliding into me. The sight made me grunt in lust as I began to slam down harder and faster! Matt's hands were on my hips helping me bounce up and down on his rod. I took another look. Now, his cock was hammering into me with all the force our combined efforts could muster! It didn't take long before he groaned, tensed up and I felt jets of his hot cum filling my pussy! All too soon it was over. I slumped down on top of Matt, and he hugged me tightly as we caught our breath. He gently lifted my chin and gave me a sensual kiss that seemed to go on forever. We were so caught up in the moment that we didn't hear Kim and Lisa come back into the apartment. When we broke our kiss, I was startled back to reality seeing the two of them just staring at us with broad smiles. Lisa said, "Well, well, well, look what we have here." I felt Matt lurch in surprise at Lisa's voice. Out of desperation, he started reaching for anything he could find to cover us. The only thing available was a small pillow, which he used to cover his face in embarrassment. Kim laughed and said, "Matt, you aren't embarrassed, are you?" Matt didn't say anything, he just held the pillow to cover his face. I was still laying on top, so they couldn't really see anything, except my ass, which they have seen a million times. I realized Matt was feeling the way I had felt the first time being naked in front of them. I wasn't too concerned about being caught because I was naked so often, but it was a little different this time since we had actually been caught having sex. Kim continued, "Why don't you get up and show us what you have going on down there Matty boy? Come on, it's just us!" Matt was blushing furiously. Kim said, "If you want to continue to be a part of this, you better do what we say. If you don't, we won't let you come with us on our little adventures. Now get up and show us what you are sporting!" I climbed off Matt, and he quickly moved the pillow from his face to cover his crotch. I was hoping he would do as they said because I wanted him to be a part of our stunts. "Well, we're waiting," Kim said. He slowly and reluctantly got up, still clutching the pillow to his crotch. Lisa motioned with her finger for him to get rid of the pillow. Matt tossed the pillow to the couch and stood naked in front of my 2 roommates with cum dripping from his now semi hard cock. Kim and Lisa both mocked him a little about his shrinking dick and then said he had a pretty nice body. Lisa instructed him to turn around for them so they could see everything. With a sigh, he did as asked. They whistled their approval, and Matt covered his groin with his hands as he came back around to face us. He meekly asked them if he could go now and they said OK, but they might want to see more of him some other time as they laughed. I told Matt he could clean up here and led him by the hand upstairs to my bedroom. Kim and Lisa shouted cat calls as they watched his naked ass go up the stairs. When we got to my bedroom, we sat on the bed naked together and I said, "Now it's my turn to ask, are you OK?" He said, "yeah, but that was really embar..." he stopped before finishing, probably realizing how I felt when I was naked in front of others. I said, "Did you like it? Was it exciting for you?" He said, "No, I didn't like that. I don't know how you survived what you have done. How does that make you want to do it more?" That made me a little scared that he might think differently about me than he did a few minutes ago. I said, "Please don't think I'm a slut. I don't know what it is about it that excites me. I can't help it!" Tears began to well up in my eyes. Matt said, "Don't worry, I still think you are great. It just surprises me that this can make you excited." We hugged again and he reassured me that he thought I was hot and sexy, and he enjoyed seeing me so excited. I stood and pulled him up from the bed, leading him to the bathroom to clean up. He jumped in the shower while I went to get him a towel. When I returned to the bathroom, I stopped for a moment to revel in my newfound relationship. I was about to have a shower with my new BOYFRIEND! I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in with him. My hands wandered all over him as I soaped him up. His cock started to rise again as my soapy hands paid special attention to the area. At the same time, he was soaping my tits and belly, slowly working down to my pussy. His hands felt so good! I turned around to allow him to do my back. As he stepped forward, his hardening cock nestled in the crack of my ass. I bent forward slightly to allow his length to slide into my gap, and he continued washing my back. I turned to face him again, got up on my tip toes and embraced him under the hot shower. This created the perfect height for his cock to slide into the gap between my legs from the front this time. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, letting his cock slide under my pussy! I could have stayed there forever, but the water was cooling down, so we knew it was time to get out. I stepped out and grabbed my towel and handed a towel to Matt. Matt finished drying first and helped me wrap the towel around my head to dry my hair. I stepped over to the mirror in the small bathroom and checked my face. There wasn't room for Matt to pass around me, so he gently rubbed my shoulders as he watched me. I removed the towel from my hair and started to comb it out. I could see Matt's mostly hard cock in the mirror, bouncing lightly with his pulse as he watched me. When finished with my hair, I turned to Matt, grabbed his cock with my right hand and pulled him out of the bathroom, down the hall to my bedroom. I sat on the bed with Matt standing in front of me. His hard cock was pulsing in front of my face. I ran my index finger over the head to the base, then back to the head. Then my finger made the same trip on the underside and returned. I bobbed his cock up and down with my fingertip, mesmerized by his hardness. Matt's abs were flexing, so I knew he was enjoying it. I was totally enthralled with his cock! I noticed Matt's eyes scanning around the room. He was looking for his clothes. Without a word, we both realized all of our clothes were downstairs. Matt said, "I'll just get the towel from the bathroom, and we can go down to get my clothes. Do you want to put on different clothes, or do you want the ones downstairs?" I replied, "Um, I haven't been given permission to get dressed and I don't want to earn a punishment. You might be better off forgetting the towel and just going down as you are. You never know what those two will do. Maybe they aren't even here anymore." Matt said, "I don't know if I can do that." "Well, they have already seen you naked, so there's nothing to hide now. C'mon, I'll help you," I said. I reached my hand out to him and he reached out his hand to help me off the bed. I lightly pushed his hand away and grasped his cock again. I could feel it pulsing in my hand! I used it to pull myself up from the bed. With a slight tug, I lead him through my bedroom door to the hallway. At the top of the stairs, I felt him hesitate. I gave his now rock-solid cock a squeeze and we cautiously started down the stairs. I knew he must be really nervous, so I tried to descend the stairs as quietly as possible. When we reached the landing at the bottom, I looked around the corner to my right into the kitchen. No signs of Kim and Lisa. I pulled Matt forward toward the living room where our clothes were. We walked around the front of the couch expecting the clothes to be on the floor where we had thrown them off. There was nothing there! I turned to look at Matt, still grasping and squeezing his hard-on. He looked like a deer caught in headlights! Without saying a word, he pointed with his finger to his left. I looked over and there stood Kim and Lisa! They must have heard us come down the stairs. Lisa said, "Hey you two, what ya doin? Are you looking for something?" Matt sheepishly asked, "Where are my clothes?" Kim said, "They were covered in cum, so we put them in the washer." Matt exclaimed, "WHAT? What am I supposed to do?" Lisa said, "Don't worry, they will be ready in about an hour." "What am I supposed to do until then?" Matt asked. Lisa said, "I don't care what you do. Just make yourself at home. But, no going back upstairs or hiding or else we'll throw your clothes in the dumpster across the street." Matt whined, "Come on, don't you have something I could put on?" Kim said, "Yeah, maybe we can find something for you. Wait here." She then disappeared upstairs, and Matt looked at me with an uneasy look. I innocently shrugged my shoulders. I felt a little bad for Matt, but there was nothing I could do and secretly, I was hoping it excited him. I said to Matt, "Just relax and act like it doesn't bother you. We can watch some TV if you want. Why don't you go get us some sodas from the fridge?" "But Lisa's in the kitchen." I said, "Just go, and remember to act natural, like it doesn't bother you at all," as I gave him a slight push on the back to get him started. He timidly started off toward the kitchen. It made me feel good that I was in control at this moment, directing his movements. He stopped at the entrance to the kitchen and looked in. I heard Lisa say, "Can I help you?" Matt said, "Um just getting some sodas." Lisa giggled, "OK big boy, have at it. Still sporting that lovely woody, I see!" I heard the refrigerator door open and close quickly. In no time, Matt was back with the sodas. I got off the couch in an attempt to slow him down as he handed me one. "Relax and breathe," I said. He was trying to push forward to sit down on the couch and get a little cover. I put my hand on his chest and said, "Just calm down and enjoy. Think about it. You are naked in the apartment of 3 chicks!" "It's embarrassing," he said. "Trust me, I know. But don't you feel excited? Your cock seems to like it!" I gave his hard cock a playful slap and watched it bounce up and down. He said, "I'm scared shitless!" "But look how hard your cock is," I said as I squeezed it again. He pulled back from me slightly and whispered, "Please don't, I don't want them to see me with a hard-on." I released his cock from my grip and kissed him. I didn't tell him there was a glob of pre-cum dangling about halfway down to the floor. It was so sexy! Just then, Kim came back down the stairs and immediately noticed the pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock. Matt still hadn't noticed as Kim approached him silently. She bent forward, reached out and touched the little glob with her finger. Matt looked down and instantly blushed a bright red from his head to his toes. Kim called to Lisa in the kitchen, "Lis, you gotta come see this!" Seconds later, Lisa came bounding out of the kitchen to the living room and saw Kim pulling and stretching the string of pre-cum dangling from Matt's dick. Lisa teased, "Oooo, somebody is excited!" Matt was too embarrassed to say anything and just stood there bare assed naked in front of my two fully clothed roommates as they played with the dick lube dangling from his cock! I knew what Matt must be feeling, but it excited me to watch this. Anyway, he didn't have anything to worry about. He was hot and sexy, with a great body and beautiful dick. I felt just the slightest twinge of jealousy. This was my naked boyfriend they were playing with! But I knew they were just having fun and wouldn't try to take him from me, so I just watched and enjoyed. Kim finally interrupted, "OK, that was fun, but you wanted something to wear while your clothes were being washed?" Matt nodded slightly. Kim then produced from behind her back about a dozen pairs of panties that she had brought from upstairs. Matt groaned and said, "No, that's ok, I'll just wait like this." Kim said, "Oh no buddy boy, you asked for something to wear and I went all the way upstairs to get you something. Get over here and let's see which panties look best on our little Matty." Matt couldn't have been blushing any harder, but his cock was still as hard as steel. He waddled over to the couch with his cock bobbing in front of him. The glob of drool was swaying from side to side until it attached itself to his right leg at about knee level. We all gathered around the couch and Kim handed him a tiny, silky, white thong. He had them hooked on his index finger and just stood there silently staring at them. Lisa finally said, "PUT THEM ON!" He reluctantly bent down, guided his left foot through the leg opening and pulled the thong up to about the middle of his calf. Then he stepped in with his right foot and slowly began to pull them up. When he had them up as far as they would go, Kim, Lisa and I all laughed. The panties had his cock pinned against his belly with about 3/4 of it sticking out above the waistband. They were so small, his balls were hanging out, one on each side! Lisa said, "Now do a little spin for us," and he quickly did an uninspired turn. Kim said, "Slowly, so we can get a good look. In fact, I think we should document this with a photo." Matt pleaded for them not to take pictures, but both Kim and Lisa started snapping away with their cell phones. They had me pose naked next to him, which didn't bother me much because I knew they already had lots of pictures of me. I secretly wished I could take a few pictures of him myself for our own pleasure but thought I didn't dare do anything without Kim or Lisa giving the OK. Kim gave him a quick slap on his bare ass and told him to take the thong off and she would try to find something that fit a little better. Matt was still groaning and pleading with them to stop. Lisa said, "Just shut up and quit whining. Besides, look how hard your cock is. It looks like you are enjoying this more than you want us to know." Lisa was right, his cock was still rock hard and sticking straight out at us. Next, Kim handed him a really cute pair of yellow, lace front bikini panties that had a flower design in the lace. He bent down this time without being asked and slowly started to pull them up. These were a much better fit. Just the tip of his cock was sticking out of the top. The back stretched severely, trying to contain his cute ass. Kim twirled her finger at him, signaling him to do another spin, which he did. This time, he did it more slowly and seemed to relax just a touch. Kim and Lisa kept snapping pictures. Then Kim said, "Look, his hair is sticking out of the lace!" We all giggled again and even Matt had a slight smile on his face. Kim and Lisa got down low to take some close-up photos when Kim noticed another large ball of pre-cum forming on the tip of his cock as it was sticking out of the top of the panties. There was a large wet spot on his stomach that was beginning to flow down to his pubic hair and into the panties! She said, "See, you are liking this. Look at that, you're getting our pretty panties all wet!" This made Matt embarrassed all over again and he said, "I can't help it!" We went through the routine of trying a dozen or so pairs of panties on Matt. The last pair was a shiny, very light pink, satin bikini with a dark pink bow at the waistband. I think they were Lisa's. Matt pulled them on, and like the others, they were way too small. Again, his hard cock, still oozing pre-cum was sticking out above the waistband. We spun him around and made jokes about his dick sticking out and how silly he looked. Matt even laughed a little bit. I guess he was slightly more comfortable now that he at least had something on. Kim, Lisa and I slapped him on the butt, tickled his dick through the silky panties and played with the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. I could feel the wetness building up in my pussy again too. Kim interrupted our play and said his clothes would be dry in about 30 minutes and we could do whatever we wanted as long as we stayed downstairs and didn't cover up. I asked Matt if he wanted to keep the panties on or go naked. He said he would keep the panties on. We decided to fix ourselves a little snack, so we made some pizza bites. Every time Kim or Lisa came through the kitchen, they would tickle, tease and slap Matt on the butt. They didn't leave me alone either. They were teasing my erect nipples and running their fingers through my pubic hair and along my slit. The attention just made me tingle all over! Matt was still sporting a significant erection, so I know he enjoyed it, even if he was embarrassed. We ate the pizza bites sitting at the kitchen table, me naked and Matt wearing only a silky pair of pink bikini panties. It was kind of surreal and sexy at the same time. When we finished, I took my plate and went over to Matt's chair and got his plate to take to the sink. As I was turning to go to the sink, Matt cupped and squeezed my ass gently. That sent shivers down my spine! After putting the plates in the sink, I walked back to Matt and reached for his hand, pulling him up out of his chair. He was still erect, and the lube was still oozing from the head, down the shaft and into the panties, which had become noticeably darker from the wetness. I led him by the hand back into the living room and over to the couch so we could talk. Just as we were sitting down, the dryer dinged signaling his clothes were dry. Kim and Lisa both appeared, and Kim said, "OK Matt, your clothes are dry. I guess you can get dressed now. Unless you want to stay naked for a while." Matt said, "I'll get dressed now." Then he looked at me and quietly said, "Sorry." I guess he thought I might be mad that he was going to get dressed again and leave me as the only naked one. I was a little disappointed, I would have loved to have him stay somewhat naked with me, but I understood. Lisa came over and said, "Well, if you are going to get dressed, we need the panties back." Matt said, "OK, where are my clothes?" Lisa said, "Oh no, panties first." She walked over to him and stood in front of him. She collected some of the liquid from his slit on her index finger and rubbed little circles around the sensitive head. She then said, "Are you sure you don't want to play some more? It looks like you are having fun!" Matt said, "Uuuh, I think I'll get dressed." Kim chimed in, "Are you still shy? Come on, we won't hurt you." Matt answered, "No, I'll get dressed now." Kim said, "Well, OK, I suppose we'll allow it this time." Lisa pinched the waistband of the panties in her index finger and thumb, pulling it out so she could look inside. She gave a little whistle, then stretched the panties up over his cock to just the below his bellybutton, giving him a firm wedgie and then snapped the waistband against his stomach. Without further instruction, Matt hooked his thumbs in the sides of the panties and started to inch them down as Lisa, Kim and I watched. When the waistband got to the head of his cock, it snagged, pulling his hard cock down until it broke free. It sprung back up and slapped against his belly, eliciting more laughter from Kim and Lisa. I thought it was sexy. Before Matt could get the panties down past his knees, Lisa reached out and teasingly grasped the head of his cock, making a circle around it with her index finger and thumb. She pulled and stretched it upwards a couple of times. That was it! Matt let out a loud groan, rose to his tiptoes and tensed up as several jets of cum rocketed out, landing on my naked chest! His hips thrusting forward with each spurt. We all stood there dumbfounded as Matt's cum trickled down from my tits, past my bellybutton and into my pubic hair. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever witnessed! Matt's cock was still twitching and dripping when I looked over to Lisa. I think she could tell I was a little hurt. This was the first time either Kim or Lisa had directly touched his bare cock. The only other touching was through the panties. I don't know why this hurt me, after all that had happened, but it did. Lisa asked, "Uh oh, are you mad? Are you guys like a couple now?" I said with a pout, "Well, kind of, I don't know. He IS my boyfriend." "When did this happen? We didn't know that," Kim said. "We've really liked each other for a while now, but just officially became boyfriend/girlfriend," I said. Lisa said, "OK, we'll back off. We won't go any further, but his cock is so cute! Could we just play with it sometimes?" I thought about it for a few seconds and said, "Weeeellll, only if I get to decide if it is going too far." Kim said, "Deal!" This was new for me. I was actually setting some rules! Matt was left standing there naked in front of us with cum still dripping from his cock. We made this arrangement without a word from him. So, I turned to him and asked, "Is that OK with you?" Still in shock at what had just happened, he stumbled out, "I, uh, I guess so." Kim, Lisa and I all stared at him for several uncomfortable seconds with big smiles on our faces as he stood with a blank stare. Lisa broke the silence by saying, "Alright, I'll go get your clothes. Give me the panties." The panties were still at Matt's knees, so he put his legs together and let them fall to the floor, then bent over to pick them up. Kim gave him a playful slap on the butt as he was bent over. Matt straightened up and held the panties out to Lisa hooked on his index finger. She snatched them from him and began rubbing them all over his cock and balls, wiping up the cum. Then, Lisa turned and headed to the laundry room. Matt and I were butt naked in front of the fully clothed Kim. I could tell Matt was still embarrassed and I was a little too. It was an uneasy couple of minutes before Lisa returned with Matt's clothes. She approached Matt from the front and Kim approached from the back. Lisa stroked his cock and balls, and Kim fondled his ass, but Matt was just too sensitive after having just orgasmed and they couldn't get a rise out of him again. Kim said, "Well, we have stuff to do, so we'll leave you guys alone now. And Matt, remember Missy is still obligated to do as we say. You are not to tell her about anything we have planned, got it?" Matt nodded in agreement as both Kim and Lisa gathered their purses and keys and walked out the front door. Matt and I were left standing naked in the living room. I looked at Matt and asked if he would stay naked while we cleaned up the mess in the house. He asked, "Aren't you going to get dressed?" I said, "I will after we clean up. It's just us. I like to see you walking around naked. Will you wait to get dressed?" "OK, it's weird, but if it will make you happy, I will," he said. I gave him a little peck on the mouth and we each set out in different directions cleaning up. It took about an hour, and I immensely enjoyed sneaking peeks at him. And I caught him ogling me as we both padded around the apartment naked! When we finished cleaning, Matt came over to me and embraced me in the kitchen. Our still naked bodies pressing into each other. Suddenly, I felt his cock swelling against my belly. I pushed him back slightly and looked down to see it standing at attention once more. I said, "Wow, you recovered fast!" He said, "Well when I have a hot naked girl in front of me, what do you expect?" I tapped his cock with my finger, reveling in the sight of it bouncing up and down. I don't know why I loved that so much, but it made me feel great that I could make him hard so easily. I pulled and stroked his dick with my right hand as my left caressed his well-defined abs and slowly worked up to his chest and nipples. I tickled his nipples and gently kissed him. I broke the kiss and knelt in front of him, still grasping his hard-on. My left hand slid between my legs and glided over my pussy. I pulled on his cock a couple more times, then opened my mouth and engulfed it! Matt had his hands on his hips, leaning back so his thrusts could sync up with my mouth. He was breathing heavily as I slurped on his cock. He then moved his hands to the top of my head and stroked my hair as my left hand was busy playing in my pussy. I began working over his knob with my tongue and could feel the intensity of his hands in my hair build. I took a couple of final twirls of my tongue around the head of his cock, popped it out of my mouth and stood to face him. I decided to tease him a little. "How ya feeling?" I giggled. "Unnnng, pretty fuckin great!" he said. "Are you ready to go home?" I asked. "Well, uh, I guess so," He said in a disappointed tone. "Was there something else you wanted?" I teased. "Um, no I guess not," he answered. "GOT YA! I was just teasing! You want me to finish you off?" He looked around and said, "YOU MEAN HERE -- NOW?" I said "yeah, why not? I mean I don't think you're in much of a position to say no, right?" "What if they come back?" He said. "So what. They already saw pretty much everything you have, so why not? Besides, I can't have you go home in this state." He didn't respond, so I stepped to the side and grabbed his cock again. I reached to my pussy and got some of my lube on my hand and began lightly stroking, barely making contact with his cock. My hand was sliding effortlessly from the base back up until my pinky was the only finger left touching him and then back down again! Matt was moaning in ecstasy. My strokes started off slow and began to gain speed. My hand was picking up his pre-cum with every stroke, keeping everything well lubed. The intensity of his moaning increased, and his legs started to tremble. I knew he was close. With a final few strokes, his hips thrusted forward, and I aimed his cock out in front of him waiting for the eruption! His cock started twitching and suddenly, a jet of cum burst out and landed on the kitchen floor about 3 feet in front of us! Then another and another and another! His tense body then relaxed, and I grabbed his balls with my left hand as I continued to milk his cock with my right. He softened a little bit as the last few drops of cum dripped to the floor. He said, "Sorry." I said, "For what? I loved that!" He pulled me around, guided my face to his and kissed me deeply. He whispered, "I love you. Uh, um, I mean, you know, I loved that." I said, "I know what you mean, don't worry about it." He obviously blurted the I love you out without thinking. It was understandable, given the day we had just had. But we both knew the sentiment was premature. To ease the tension, I said, "Clean-up on isle 3!" Matt laughed at that and the I love you was forgotten. He said, "I should help you clean up." I replied, "I'll take care of it. Here, you get dressed." I handed him his clothes and went to get some wet rags to clean-up isle 3. When I returned, Matt had his underwear on and was pulling his shirt over his head. I stood and admired his form for a few seconds, and he pulled his shorts on. I walked Matt to the front door to see him out. He gave me another kiss and we hugged again in the open door. I had totally forgotten that I was still naked. A car drove by, but I don't think they saw me. Matt said goodbye and said he would call me as he walked out to his car. I was in total bliss as I had a new boyfriend! I stood naked in the open doorway and waved goodbye to him as he drove away. When he was gone, I closed the door and went to the kitchen to finish the clean-up and think about everything that had happened over the course of the day. I remained naked the rest of the night and went up to bed and drifted off to sleep with wonderful thoughts of Matt. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I had a naked adventure awaiting me that I knew no details of yet!

My Exhibitionist Best Friend by skkta My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt. 06 Naked experience in classrooms and at a Halloween party. After my afternoon with Emily, where she showed me more about her fantasies and then masturbated for me, I had a lot of big ideas running through my head. But first, I needed to figure out something we had already talked about: Halloween. The big weekend for Halloween parties was two weeks away, but I needed to start early on putting Emily's costume together. I had a lot of ideas, but it would really depend on what was available. So I texted Zoe to get her help with the decision, including asking her to send me a picture of Emily's closet and drawers, so I knew what she had to work with. When the first round of pictures didn't include enough detail, I had to get specific. I got back a couple pictures of every piece of underwear, lingerie, and swimsuit that she owned, along with a text pointing out how creepy that would be if Zoe didn't know that Emily wanted this. It was a good point, but I needed the full inventory to know what to do. I wanted to respect Emily's request to not be totally exposed when going to these parties, but I also wanted to do something that would excite her. Going with one of the normal slutty Halloween looks would be too tame for her once she really got in the exhibitionist mood. But I also needed to ease her into it. After seeing her wardrobe, I had a perfect idea, but of course I would not be sharing it for a couple days. I asked Zoe if she could sneak a couple pieces out and give them to me so that I could have it all together for the party weekend, and she agreed, saying that I could meet her that night, a Tuesday, at the art building, where she was staying late to work on a project. Since this was to be a secret from Emily, it made perfect sense to me to meet away from the dorm, so I headed over after dinner. As I was approaching, I texted Zoe to ask her to let me in. All the academic buildings on campus had the same keycard system, to make sure you could only get in after hours if you had a reason to be there. It was a pain at times, but we understood the security. I was therefore surprised for Zoe to text back, telling me to just go to the side door, on the east side, because it was already open. That was unusual for campus. The door was a little hidden in a service courtyard area, where it looked like students worked on outdoor projects. The concrete was stained with paint and there was scrap wood all over the place. I tried the door, and it opened with no card needed. How odd. I followed the directions she texted me and found her in one of the studios down the hall. As she was handing over the bag, I asked about the door. "Oh yeah, the door broke years ago, but no one ever put in a work order to fix it because everyone hated having to use their card while carrying stuff out to the work yard," she said. "Security has never noticed I guess. We're not exactly top priority for repairs here in the art department either. The engineering building that makes all the money for the school gets all the new stuff. But I guess we are ok with broken doors and missing security cameras. But it's not like we have many valuables here, so its fine." We talked for a minute but I wanted to let her get back to work, so I thanked her and headed off. But I decided to walk around a bit and investigate, because my discussion with her put ideas in my head. It was a good sized, 3 story building, filled with various studios and galleries. Not many people around at this point. The real thing I was looking for was what Zoe just mentioned: cameras. There were none. In a couple places, I could tell that there used to be on there, because of wires sticking out of the wall, but they appeared long gone now. The only camera I found was at the main entrance, pointing at the front door, far away from that always open door. A plan was quickly coming together, one that I hoped Emily would be excited about. I waited till Thursday to tell her that I had planned something for her that weekend. I decided we should go late Saturday night as it would likely be when the building was emptiest, maybe even completely empty. That would be ok. I told her that I would be in front of her building at 11 and to wear normal clothes for walking around outside, plus bring the disguise. That was honestly about as far as I formally planned for that evening because the entire adventure was centered on the single visual of Emily walking down a classroom hallway completely naked. And that was what we were on the way to do. I met her at her door, finding her eagerly waiting. She was wearing jeans and a thick shirt, as it was starting to get cold by this point in the evening. That was something I needed to start being conscious of. I think she was surprised when we turned towards campus instead of towards the parking where my car usually was, but she understood when I told her that our destination was on campus. She had that same nervous energy as always, but became ever more nervous once I suggested that we would be staying on campus. I reassured her that I wasn't making her do anything that challenging, and told her that she probably wouldn't even be seen at all tonight. That it was more about the location instead of the exhibition. There was basically no one out on campus at 11pm on a Saturday night, unsurprisingly. We passed maybe 3 people the whole way there. So I figured it would be the same for the building we were headed to. As the art building came into view, I pointed and told her our destination. "How? It'll be locked like the rest of campus?" she asked. "Well I have insider information. There is an open door," I revealed to her, causing some surprise and excitement when she realized what that meant for her night. I led her to the side, to the door, and was happy to not see any movement. I didn't want us to be seen on the way in, just in case. As we entered, I told her that I found out about this opportunity from Zoe, and pointed out that there were no cameras either. That caused a naughty smirk to come across her face, so I knew that she was thinking the same thing I was. I suggested we walk a bit, just to see if anyone was around, and then head up to the top floor. The halls were dim, I guess the main lighting was on a timer. In our brief survey of the building, there was no one besides ourselves, but we didn't stop everywhere. It did seem pretty abandoned though, which I hoped would inspire more daring in Emily. Finally at the top level, I found an art studio classroom for us to walk into, one that was set up for a figure drawing class. That's where tonight would start. "Look Emily, it's all set up for you already. Have you thought any more about signing up to be a model for art classes next semester? We both know you'd love it," I said as I closed the door behind us. "You're right. I would love it. But I haven't decided yet. Maybe I need to practice some more," she said with a laugh. "Maybe so," I replied. "Just think. In this very room, nearly every day, a student just like one of us takes off their clothes and stands in front of a class of strangers. And those strangers examine every inch of their body. All eyes on their naked skin. Nothing to hide. Don't you want to be that girl?" She was smiling as I talked but didn't respond. I then said, "I think it's time to get some of that practice in actually." She nodded and I didn't have to say anything else. I picked out a chair to watch. She set the bag with her supplies down and pulled them all out. Hat, wig, shoes. She instinctively took a quick look around, even know we both knew we were along, and then began to undress right there in the middle of the room. Her shirt came off first, revealing her naked upper half since she skipped the bra. She pulled the wig and hat in place next, giving her the little sense of safety she needed to do this. She slipped out of her shoes and the slid down her jeans, showing me the bright red underwear she had on. But then those quickly followed, and she was naked. At first, she reached down to put the new shoes on, but I stopped her, saying that figure models don't wear shoes. She agreed, stepped up on the platform, and turned towards me. "So Ben, how shall I pose for you?" she asked. "Like this?" she said as she put her arms up in the air to form a human X. "Or like this?" she said as she rotated and turned her head back to me, showing me her ass. "Or should I just go straight for something more explicit. I guess I couldn't do any poses like that if I did this for real. I'd probably be too embarrassed anyway to show that much." "You pose however you want," I said. "But wait, I forgot my sketchbook, so I guess I'll just have to take some pictures." I pulled up my phone and snapped one immediately. I kept snapping as she quickly ran through some poses. But after just a minute, I think we both knew that it was time to keep going with the events of the evening. "Hey Emily, I think you've practiced plenty. Should we take a walk now?" I said. "Of course!" she exclaimed as she hopped down. I stopped her again from putting the shoes on, telling her that there was no need since we would be staying inside. I picked up the bag after she repacked her clothes and headed for the door. It had now been 10 minutes or so since we checked the building, and I assumed it would still be clear, but I told her that I would take a look outside before we began. I also had a secret motive as I stepped out. After a glance down the hallways, I picked another open room and hid the bag of clothes on a hook behind the door. I wanted her to explore without having to carry the bag with us. I knew she wouldn't agree to that if there was a choice, so I made it. I went back into the room we started in, finding her examining her body in a mirror on the wall. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready!" she said. Halfway to the door though, she asked where the bag went. "What bag?" I said, playfully at first, but then I followed up by saying that I hid it somewhere safe. She frowned for a second, but then took a breath and said ok. So we made it to the door and both stepped out into the open hallway. Now, this step crossed the line of where someone should be naked in the art building and where someone shouldn't be naked. At first, her steps were gentle and slow on the likely cold tile floor, but she quickly adapted to her situation and began to enjoy it. "You may be the first person ever to be naked in this hallway," I said as I kept walking. "Let's find out where else you can be the first naked person." "How far are we going to go?" she asked with some thrill. "I don't know, maybe back to your dorm?" I joked. She hit me on the arm and faked laugh. "We will go as far as you are comfortable tonight. But you're safe here. No one else is going to be here tonight." She agreed, so we continued down the hall. The building was an L shape. We were on the 3rd floor, near the end of the short leg. Stairs at the end of each leg, and an elevator at the intersection. I suggested we walk all the way to the end of the floor and see how she felt. She was still trying to be cautious and observe her surroundings carefully, so we didn't talk at first, just walk. But then I had to ask. "How does this feel? To be right in the middle of a school building?" She replied, "I'd thought about doing something like this for forever. But I never imagined that this would be possible. It's very weird to say the least. Especially to be walking away from my clothes like this. I like it though!" "If you could do this during the day, with people around, would you?" I asked, probing her desires. No answer. Then she just said, "That's not possible. No way I could do that." To which I responded, "You just said that you thought doing it at all was impossible. And here you are. If you want it, we can find a way to do it." She blushed intensely, I assume because she thought about really doing it. But then said that no, she didn't want to think about that now, and just wanted to enjoy this moment. So we kept walking, now about halfway down the other hallway to the staircase at the end, her still naked and the surroundings still quiet. That gave her confidence to answer positively when I asked if she wanted to go down the stairs. "I'm here already, might as well get the full experience," she said with a grin. When we opened the door to the stairs, she paused, saying that she wanted to listen for moment. No noise, so she took the step in to the brightly lit stairwell. "Ok now this is scarier," she told me as she took the first step down. She jumped a little when I let the door close behind me loudly, making both of us laugh as we kept going. At the next landing down, she asked me to take a look out again to make sure it was clear. It was, and we continued. "Let's go all the way to the other staircase," I told her, and she agreed. Now a full floor away from her clothes, I was expecting her to be more nervous, but it almost seemed to empower her. Instead of just walking now, she was starting to act like a normal student, looking at the walls of the hall and commenting on all the art displayed. Halfway down the hall, we even passed one nude sketch, making her stop and laugh, pointing out that it was a picture of her. I made her stop and match the pose and I took a picture. She was totally relaxed and totally nude. "On Monday, there's going to be dozens and dozens of students walking right here," I reminded her. "They'll never know a naked girl explored their building tonight." She smiled. Now we were passing the elevator with just a short stretch to the stairs at the end. This would be a moment of decision about what else would happen tonight. I gave her the option as we approached. "Up to your clothes, or down to more naked exploration? Safety, or can I push you farther?" Almost no hesitation, she said "We've already done 2 floors, might as well do 3." Perfect. She repeated the same act at this stair door and we went down. Luckily for her, neither stair had windows. That might have kept her from being this daring, taking her now 2 full floors from her protection. The ground floor was a little different than the two above. Half of it was similar classrooms, but there were also offices and a couple galleries that were nicer, and a lobby where the main front door, and the only camera, was. That lobby was all the way at the other end, so it would be easy to avoid. This time, she didn't ask me to check out the door, she just went for it and walked out into the hallway where anyone could have seen her. "Where should we go?" she asked me. "Let's go to the gallery," I answered. The gallery was just past the elevators, right at the center of the building. She skipped straight there, through the middle of the hall, now not even bothering to look around or trying to not make noise. Her bare feet were slapping the floor with each step, and when she reached the gallery, she turned back to me and said "Are you coming?" I was just watching her naked joy. But then I followed her to the gallery. The gallery was a large room, much more well-lit, and filled with art and sculptures. The bright white light made this room seem like it was in the middle of the day, making her nudity there feel even more unusual. She was walking among the art, admiring the pieces on the wall, while I admired her. I snapped a couple more pictures of her exploring now that the light was perfect for photography. We talked for a moment about what pieces we liked the best, but we agreed that the room could use more nudes. There were none, except for Emily of course. So I told her to pose for some pictures over against one of the blank white walls. She was acting so comfortable now, as if she wasn't completely nude, multiple floors away from her clothes, in a completely public building. I almost started to forget as well, since it was so private and quiet around the building that late at night. She did a couple art model poses, making images that would be perfectly at home in that gallery. But I thought she could do better. "How about something more revealing?" I asked, motioning for her to get down on the ground. She understood immediately. She sat, leaned back against the wall, and spread her legs towards me and the camera, revealing all. I noticed that she had the biggest smile on her face while doing it. I snapped a couple, but then had an idea and directed her to turn her head to the side so that her hair completely covered her face. I had plans for that photo. After I told her I was done, she hopped up and asked me "Where now?" with some excitement. I didn't have anything else planned. The gallery was as far as I assumed we would go. So I told her, "There's not much else on this floor I think. But we can go out to the hall and look around." It was still quiet out there, so she walked casually and unafraid out of the gallery and into the hall. The lobby with the camera was one direction, and the door we entered was in the other direction. We briefly explored, but besides the lobbies, it was just offices that we couldn't get in to, so we agreed that our night may be done. But before we started towards one of the stairs, I suggested one final challenge. We would ride the elevator back up to the third floor. It wouldn't be that much more of a challenge, except that there would be no where to run if someone happened to be in the building and calling the elevator. I assumed she realized that as well. But she had no fear. "Let's do it," she said, and walked over to push the button, standing right there in the public hallway naked and unashamed. The door immediately opened, which made sense since the building was empty. We stepped in and pressed our floor. The door closed, and I commented to her that this was another space she was probably the first ever naked person, making her laugh again. Unsurprisingly, we arrived at the third floor without issue and she stepped right out to the hall without taking a look first. I could tell that she was walking slow as we turned towards the first classroom, trying to keep her exposure going. I walked ahead to find her bag while she slowly looked at art on the walls. When I handed her the bag back, she took it but didn't pull her clothes out, pausing with indecision and then resolve. "While we are here, I think I want to do something else that no one has ever done before," she said as she began to sit on the floor. "You can watch again. I think I liked being watched last week." I was totally shocked to see her push to masturbating again, this time in a public hallway of a classroom building, but she must have been fully convinced that the building was empty. "If I have the opportunity, might as well, right?" she asked as her legs began to spread. I sat on the floor opposite her, about 10 feet away and just watched as she gave a repeat performance from her bedroom the week before. She came much faster this time, I assume because of the risk and thrill getting her already aroused. She just laid on the floor for a minute after. I stood and walked over, looking down at her body, nearly glowing with pleasure. She smiled up at me and said "I cannot fucking believe I just did that." I laughed. She continued, "Everyone needs to try cumming on the floor of a classroom hallway. Best orgasm ever." She laughed too, and then stood up, picking up the bag of clothes on the way up. She started walking away, towards the stairs. "I'll get dressed downstairs," she told me after noticing my confusion. We took the stairs back down, and now she walked down them casually. Back at the ground floor hallway, she set the bag down to start getting dressed, but I stopped her. "One final challenge. You should go outside like this and get dressed there," I told her, curious if she would do it. It was right around midnight on a Saturday night, so it was entirely possible that someone would be out walking on campus, headed to or from a party or bar. Emily walked over to the glass door we entered, and scanned the view outside. "Why not," she said. All we could see from there was that work courtyard, which was empty of course. There was a public path just beyond that, behind some trees. No movement at all, so she pushed the door open and stepped out. I followed. Her steps were back to being cautious here. Every time her nudity is pushed into a new situation or place, she seemed to revert to being nervous and afraid. I don't blame her for that though. She walked over to the center of the work space and looked back up at the building that she just explored. "So you up for doing that again, but on a day when people will be around?" I asked. She just hit my arm and blushed again. I needed to find a way to make that possible for her. "Let's walk to the other side of the trees, and then you can get dressed," I said. She agreed, and cautiously turned the corner from the privacy of the work yard to the public pathway, looking down both directions before taking a timid step out. This was by far the most potentially exposed she had been all night. "You streaked on campus before, why are you so nervous?" I asked. "That doesn't matter. Every time is like the first time," she said as she set the bag down and started pulling out clothes. "It's terrifying until its suddenly not and I am used to it. I could do the same thing every time and still be nervous at first." I nodded, trying to understand the metal logic. She dressed, right there on the public path, and finally we were done for the night. A quick and uneventful walk back to her dorm followed. The night ended with a hug on her door step and ideas in my head for what was next. Thursday was Halloween, but the parties were happening that weekend. I had heard about the party we would be going to through friends of friends, so it would likely be pretty safe for Emily's reputation. I had invited Zoe with us and she decided to accept, especially once I told her what would be happening. I also decided to see if Laura wanted to join. Since she didn't know Emily's secret, we had been having to leave her out of plans recently and I felt bad about that. We were definitely still hanging out in class as school friends, but all of my extra time was going to Emily. I also hoped that by bringing her along, that she would end up finding out about Emily. Happily, she accepted too. I texted the plan to everyone. Meet at Emily's and Zoe's on Saturday night, and then we would carpool over to the house where the party was at. And I was to arrive early to get Emily in her costume. I arrived with a couple bags in hand to a very excited, and already naked Emily. Zoe was walking around getting ready herself. It appeared she was going to be some kind of modern art painting, at least that was what I assumed from the face paint she had on. "Ready to find out what your costume will be tonight Emily?" I asked her. She enthusiastically said yes, so I swiftly pulled out the couple items and told her what she'd be. "Tonight, you are going to be a lifeguard. I felt that was appropriate." I held up the 5 items she would have: a small red bikini top, a red thong style bikini bottom, a pair of white nike shorts, a pair of sunglasses, and a whistle. She had the shorts and bikini top already. She had normal cut bottoms for the bikini also, but I wanted to challenge her with the thong. "What do you think?" I asked. "Oh wow, well it is a little less coverage than I expected, but I like the idea! I'm glad I get to have the shorts," she responded. "Well for now," I laughed while winking at her. She pulled on the costume right there in the living room while I got ready also. I was a pirate. It was an easy costume. I'm not one for involved costumes. Laura arrived soon after also. She had an 80's dancer costume on. She was a bit shocked at first when she saw what Emily was wearing, but we laughed about how at least it was more clothing that the last time we hung out in that apartment. I thought that maybe this would be the time to tell her, but I was going to let Emily do that herself. Laura never found out about Emily posing for the class as far as we knew and we hadn't really had any weekend sessions in a while, but I figured that she might have made an assumption by now. I let Emily wear a jacket on the way out since it was a bit chilly out there and we headed out to the first party. We were arriving pretty late so that it would already be pretty full. After we parked and started walking, I pulled Emily aside as the other two continued in so that I could tell her more about her night. "So Emily, I have some instructions for you tonight. First, you have to leave the jacket in the car. It should be plenty warm in there. Second, I want to make sure that plenty of people see you, so we are going to mingle and talk to everyone, and I don't want you to try to hide away. People need to see you. And last, at some point tonight, I am going to ask you to give me your shorts. Just remember, you are basically just wearing what you would at the pool, no need to be nervous. No one is going to judge you." I guessed that there would be some nervousness that she was going out as herself, but she just seemed excited after I finished my instructions. "No problem Ben. Not nervous at all. There's gotta be at least a couple girls in there wearing less than this, so I can do this," she said as she handed me the jacket and started walking towards the house. When I made it in, I found her with Zoe and Laura having an animated conversation with a group of guys. Even I could tell that every single one of them was just constantly taking peaks at her cleavage in the bikini. I was too of course. We mingled like that for a while, having a couple drinks along the way. Emily was right, there were multiple girls that were in similar levels of dress, even a couple guys without shirts. Halloween really does just bring the skin out. We were having a lot of fun. Our group mostly stayed together, except for Zoe who knew some other people there are broke off to talk at some point. With the little bit of alcohol, Emily was getting even more shameless with her flaunting. Now she was definitely intentionally presenting her breasts when talking to new people. We had been there for about an hour by now and I decided that it was time for the next step. I pulled her aside when we walked over to the drink table and just whispered in her ear "I need your shorts." She looked back and smiled, but then continued over to the drink table. I saw her grab a jello shot, down it, and then walk back. As soon as she was by me, she reached down and slipped the white shorts off and gave them to me. She twirled for me, saying "How do I look?" "Of course, fantastic. But compared to how I normally see you, a little overdressed," I responded. "Ha," she laughed sarcastically. She turned away from me and pointed her thong covered butt at me. "Does my ass look good in this thong Ben? I've never been a thong girl, but I kind of like it." I took a good long stare and told her "It's an incredible ass Emily. I'm so glad I get to see it so often." It really was a great ass. The thong revealed all of it, just as I hoped. It was enough exposure for now, and still satisfied her desire to not be too exposed while at a party where she could run into someone she knew. As far as I knew, that hadn't happened yet tonight, leading to the fearless attitude. I led her back over to our group after we got new drinks. Laura and Zoe didn't notice the change at first, but quickly, a guy walking by did, giving a classic wolf whistle. Others definitely noticed then, making Emily blush just a bit at first, but then revel in the attention. "Did you lose something Emily?" Laura asked, a little surprised at the look. "Uh yeah I just felt like this would be more comfortable, I was feeling a little hot. I wear this at the pool all the time, no big deal," Emily said, trying and kind of failing to justify the thong. Laura looked suspicious. She took the answer and didn't push it while we stood around for a couple more minutes. Suddenly, a girl walked up behind us and tapped Emily's shoulder, saying "I can't believe you're here Emily!" Of course, it would happen that she would run into someone she knew just as soon as I made her lose the shorts. It turned out that it was her first year roommate, who she didn't keep much contact with. She was surprised to see her there but more surprised at the costume. She ribbed her a bit for how revealing it was compared to her and our group. It definitely did seem like a whole different level of exposure without the shorts. Emily didn't seem that embarrassed, but did appear to not want to stay around someone she knew. The former roommate left soon though, so she was back to the safety of her anonymity. A couple minutes later, Laura saw someone she knew as well, and broke off to talk to them. That meant it was the perfect time for the next phase of the night. I found an excuse to pull Emily away and brought her outside. "Emily, I have a surprise. Look across the street. There's another party that we are going to go crash. And I brought you a second costume to wear to it. This seems like a good time to change and go over for a little bit," I told her as we started walking away from the house. "It's in the car, let's go get it." She suspiciously agreed, and we walked over to where I parked. I handed her a bag and she quickly was able to pull out all the items since there wasn't much making up this costume. All that was in the bag was a black mini skirt, a black sheer shirt, and a black costume mask that covered most of her face. "Uh Ben, seems like this might be missing some pieces?" she questioned. "Nope. This is all you need. Get dressed." She didn't fight the order. While she was putting it on in the darkness of the backseat, I texted Zoe to tell her that we slipped away to another party and would be back in 20 or 30 minutes, also asking for her to keep Laura busy. Soon, she opened the door and climbed out, revealing the outfit. Even in the darkness of the street, it was a striking look. Her boobs were pretty clearly visible through the sheer shirt and the skirt made her exposed legs seem even longer and hotter. It was a good as I had hoped and I told her that. I handed her one more item, a cat ear headband. She laughed. She didn't seem nervous about it at all, probably because of the alcohol and the mask, and boldly followed me as I started walking away from the car and to the house across the street. I told her as we entered that we would just make a lap or two around the house and show herself off. Entering the house, it was clear that it was a busier party, and also much darker inside. That was a little disappointing at first, because it probably meant that fewer people would be able to tell her state of undress. We walked for a few minutes around the rooms to get a sense of what was happening. I'm sure a few people noticed her, but no visible responses yet. There were other skimpily dressed girls here also, dressed like she was at the last party. Bikinis or underwear ended up drawing more attention than a sheer shirt that didn't show that much in the darkness. We needed light. Then suddenly, I noticed that there was actually one area that was much better lit: ironically, the backyard. Outside, there was a solid glow of string lights and torches. Perfect. We grabbed a drink from the open table of alcohol and then I pushed her towards the direction of the door to the backyard. She downed half the cup before we went out, and I didn't blame her. I was forcing her to basically be topless without any disguise or way to run away. Outside was still pretty packed with people, but not quite as bad. There was space to move around and gaps between the groups, and enough light that I could immediately notice her nipples. They were standing hard. I directed her right towards the center where we stopped and started casually talking. I wanted to put her right where everyone around us could notice her. As we chatted and drank, I kept my eyes on everyone around. There were looks but nothing much at first. Then a couple of guys to the side of us definitely noticed and appeared to be too drunk to keep their reactions in control. They were just straight pointing and laughing about it, talking about how nice those tits were and how they wished every girl dressed like that. Emily heard it too and blushed a bit. I could see thinking about something, and the she suddenly told me that she would be back in just a second. I watched her turn and walk right over to those guys and ask them something. I almost started laughing at how exaggerated their reactions were to her appearance. Their eyes were just straight down at her boobs and huge smiles on their faces. I was amazed they could even talk to respond. But then they did, and she walked back over to me. "What did you just do?" I asked. "Oh I just told them that my costume didn't have any room for a phone so I wanted to know if any of them could tell me what time it was," she replied. "Genius," I said. It was. I was glad to see her push herself to face to face exhibition. I'm sure the alcohol was helping, but still. We then decided to wander outside for a few more minutes and then head back to the other party. I was satisfied with what happened, as this was really just meant to be a test of how she acted without the disguise. So the short party showing off was enough data for me to help with future planning. As we walked around, at least one or two guys stopped her to say something, but we really just pushed through the crowd and went back outside to the car. I told her that she could change back to the first costume or keep this one before we went back to the first party. She thought for a moment. "Well as much as I would love to keep wearing this one, when we go back in, we will have to find Laura again, and I don't want to explain this," she said, pointing at her tits. "Fair point. Ok you can change. But I think Laura should know eventually. She's already seen you naked many many times, so she shouldn't be that surprised," I told her. She quickly changed in the car and we walked back in, finding Laura and Zoe almost immediately. Laura was wondering where we disappeared to, but we just made an excuse about seeing someone else we knew outside. All 4 of us stayed at that party for just a bit longer before deciding as a group that we were done for the night. We piled back into the car for the short trip back to campus, with Zoe and Laura in the back seat. Just as we were staring to drive away though, Laura realized she was sitting on something, and pulled whatever it was out, revealing the skirt and sheer shirt balled up. She unrolled it and held it up, trying to figure out what it was. Three of the four of us immediately knew, but were not sure what to do. Emily spoke first, "Oh, those are mine Laura, you can pass them to me." Laura did, but then questioned what they were for. "Uh, those were pieces for another costume that I was thinking about wearing tonight, but decided against." "What were you going to wear with those? They're cute, but I feel like you need more to the costume," Laura replied. Emily said "Oh well it wasn't a complete idea yet, I just liked how those looked." I could feel that the subject was about to change, but I wanted to keep this going so I interjected. "Yeah we were afraid that it would be too revealing. She wasn't going to wear anything under the shirt but was afraid of her boobs being too visible." I honestly couldn't believe I was saying that. We were all talking a bit freer due to the alcohol. I really wanted to push this. I got a bit of a glare from Emily, while Laura replied with some surprise and agreement that the costume would be too much. But I think Zoe got what I was trying to do, because she pushed the conversation also, saying "I think you should have done it Emily. Halloween is the time to be a little naughty and show off if you want to. I mean, it's just a body. We didn't have a problem with posing for sketches, I can't imagine why there would be a problem now. Anyway, some girls love that chance to get to show their body off on Halloween. Be a little slutty, be an exhibitionist even. I wouldn't blame you if you joined in." "It's not for me, but I guess I get why some girls like doing that," Laura replied. "I wouldn't have thought you would be like that ever Emily, but then again I wouldn't have imagined the nude figure drawing. So if you've got the body and the confidence, more power to you." Now I shot the glare at Emily, trying to use my eyes to tell her that she should just tell Laura. After a moment to figure out what she would say, she replied. "Yeah I've just been trying to get a little more confident in myself, and how I dress is a big part of that. I like showing off a bit, but not that much." Well I guess I should be glad with her admitting that much at this point. She didn't actually say exhibitionist, but implied the philosophy behind it. That ended up being the end of the conversation as we were back on campus and at the drop off. Suddenly, I was back alone in my car and the events of the night were over. But before I even got to my parking space, I had a text from Emily. "I had fun tonight, thanks for the great costumes! And sorry, I'm not ready to tell Laura quite yet. Soon though." I texted back "That's fine for now, but she should know eventually. It will just get too difficult for both her and your exhibitionism to be part of your life without them overlapping." "I know. I'm just afraid of how she'll judge me. I get the sense that she wouldn't be as cool with it. I don't want to scare her away," she texted back. "It sounded like she would be cool with it from what she said tonight. Anyway, you don't have to tell her now. But think about it," I sent back. She replied "ok." After a couple minutes, she texted back, saying "I feel weird saying this, but that was nowhere near enough exhibitionism for me. A bunch of guys stared right at my breasts, but tonight seemed more like a tease. So basically, I'm saying what am I doing next?" I loved getting that text. We decided on late Sunday afternoon and I went back to my room to put a plan together. This would be a good one, and a key time to keep her moving to more extreme adventures.

My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans Part 04 - Life gets back to normal ------------------------------------------ And it did. It took a week or so and the first week back was not good. I felt so ashamed of my behaviour in London. So much so that I even wore clothes in our apartment. Ryan slowly pulled me round and it wasn’t that long before I was bouncing round our apartment totally naked. A couple of weeks later we looked for a place to get my nipples and clit hood pierced. We managed to find one that looked clean and hygienic and was a member of the British Body Piercing Association. We made an appointment for the next Saturday afternoon. I was hoping that it would be a woman, but it wasn’t. It was a big man with tattoos all over. He was quite nice actually, and very professional. I suspected that my nipples would be painful so I took a soft cotton top. The man talked to me before hand and explained what he was going to do. After asking if I still wanted to go through with it he told me to undress and lay on the couch. I was nervous and embarrassed as hell when I was naked and getting onto the couch. Ryan was stood beside me holding my hand. The man then told me that he’d have to inspect my nipples and clitoris to make sure that I was suitable for piercing. As he closely looked at my nipples and clit, and pulled them in all directions, I have to admit that was getting turned on. When he pulled my clit hood all over the place I could feel that I was quite wet. Satisfied with what he saw, he again asked me to confirm that I wanted to go ahead. He then got some cotton wool and rubbed my nipples and all around my clit with some alcohol, then local anaesthetic. By the time he was ready to do it I couldn’t feel a thing. He told me that I might like to close my eyes. I did. Within a couple of minutes he told me that I could open my eyes. He was just fitting the little barbells in my nipples. I was just about to say something when he said, “I know. The barbells with stirrups are in a little bag over there. I strongly suggest that you just wear just these little barbells until there is no pain then swap them over.” Without waiting for me to answer he moved straight to my pussy and pierced my clit hood. My eyes were open by then and I cringed as I heard the machine go through my flesh. It didn’t hurt. The barbell went in quickly then he said, “That’s it, all finished.” He gave me a tissue then looked at Ryan and said, “Be gentle around those areas for a few days and remember to gently wash them at least twice a day. It’s best if they aren’t tightly covered with anything until they’re properly healed.” I was surprised that there was very little bleeding, especially as those areas have a lot of blood flowing through them at times. I got dressed while Ryan got the barbells with stirrups and paid the man. We had a slow walk home and that night was one of only a few nights that we didn’t have sex. The wounds healed quite quickly really, and after a week or so Ryan replaced the barbells with barbells and stirrups. It was another month or so before Ryan could lead me around the room by the Stirrups without any pain. One thing that we did start doing every Sunday was going to the big leisure centre in town. Thankfully, and much to Ryan’s disappointment, swimming costumes are compulsory everywhere. When Ryan first suggested it I told him that I’d need to get a proper swimming costume, preferably an old fashioned one piece. Ryan laughed and said that there was no way that he’d let me wear one of those. His girlfriend would wear a fashionable bikini. By fashionable he meant one like the yellow one that he’d got me for Christmas – with the bottoms that his parents and brother had seen. I was nervous as hell when we first went, I was sure that my bikini would be classed as ‘inappropriate’ and that I’d get thrown out. The changing rooms were cubicles in one big room, ladies at one end, family in the middle and gents at the other end. We went in a family cubicle. Once we’d got changed we walked out to the swimming area. There were hundreds of people there. We looked round and saw quite a few girls in bikinis that were just as skimpy as mine so I relaxed a bit. We got in the water and joined in the fun on all the rides and waves. I kept checking the top with my hands to see that my nipples were still covered and only occasionally had to make adjustments. After a while Ryan wanted a drink so we went to our locker, got some money and went to the little café. Sitting at a table I leaned back in the chair and realised that Ryan was looking at my pussy. I looked down and remembered how see-through the thin material was and how much it moulded to the shape of my vulva and clitoris. I quickly clamped my legs together. Ryan laughed. I told Ryan that I’d forgotten about that and that we’d have to leave. Ryan asked me how many people I’d seen staring at me and how many complaints I’d had. I had do confess that the answer to both questions was none. “Right then, “he said. “What’s the problem?” “But it’s indecent.” I said. “That’s not the word that I’d use but it’s only ‘indecent’ if it’s not covered, and your pussy is covered.” He made some good points and I dropped it. The big slides did give me a wedgie, front and back, but the pools at the bottom are big enough for me to be able to straighten up without anyone knowing. We didn’t go the weekend that I had my piercings done. We didn’t know what the chlorine would do to the wounds. The following Sunday we went again. I only had the little barbells in. I could see the shape of them through the bikini material but only just. Ryan said that if you didn’t know they were there then you wouldn’t know. The week after it was different, the barbells and stirrups were clearly visible; well the shape was. The clit hood one was the worst. It stuck out like I had a dildo sticking out of me. The bikini top wasn’t that bad although once when I’d gone down one of the big slide and straightened my bottoms at the bottom, I hadn’t realised that one nipple had escaped and the bikini hadn’t slipped back into place because it was caught under the Stirrup. I was so embarrassed by the whole thing that I persuaded Ryan to take me home early, even though no one had stared at me. Ryan solved that problem for me by getting a new bikini bottom for me from the same place that the bikini came from. I was wondering what could possibly cover something like that. The only thing that I could think of was a panty liner but there was no way that I was going to wear one of those. Ryan’s solution arrived the day before we were due to go swimming again. It was a swimming skirt. My first reaction was ‘No Way’, but Ryan persuaded me to try it. It’s only 10 inches long but it sits low on my hips and flares out. When I tried it at home it felt very much like my tennis skirt. Ryan persuaded me to try it at the leisure centre the next day. We left the bikini bottoms at home. I felt quite decent walking out to the pool. When we jumped in and swam around it felt good to have the water rushing passed my bare pussy. When it came to get out of the water for the first time the skirt fell into place quickly and didn’t cling to my skin. I felt good. I did of course realise that it would be easy for someone to look up my skirt and see my bare pussy; I just had to be careful. What I hadn’t thought about was the slides. As soon as I started going down the first one the skirt flew up leaving all my pussy exposed. The water pounding my bare pussy felt good as well. The slide that I was on wasn’t a really scary one so I could hold it down with my hands. When I told Ryan at the bottom he just told me to hold it down. Sometimes I’ve come off the bottom of a slide with my swimming skirt up round my waist, and had to put it straight before I’ve got out of the water. I don’t think that anyone’s noticed. Whenever we went to the café for a drink I had to be careful whenever I sat down. Unlike the other girls who just flopped down leaving their legs open, I had to remember to cross mine or keep my hand strategically placed. Sometimes I forgot and gave someone a look at my jewellery. Whenever I saw someone looking and I realised I would get all embarrassed. At the end of that first Sunday in my swimming skirt I decided that I preferred the skirt to the bikini bottoms. I was less embarrassed. I’ve worn that skirt every time that I’ve gone swimming in England since. Ryan liked to fuck me in the changing cubicles there. He said that it gave him a kick knowing that strangers were just the other side of a thin wall and that I had to stifle my moans. He kept telling me to ‘let it all out’ but he knew that I’d try to be quiet. The leisure centre does have a sauna, steam room and a jacuzzi, but costumes are compulsory and everyone just sits there; do we don’t go there. One evening when I was about to get us some food ready, Ryan suggested that we get a pizza delivered and that I stayed naked to take the delivery. He dared me to do it. I wasn’t that happy, but I like dares and agreed. It was just like all the stories that you read on the internet; amused delivery guy, me having to go and get the money, dropping the money, and bending over facing away from the delivery guy to pick it up. Ryan fingered me straight after I shut the door and challenged me to tell him that I hadn’t enjoyed it. I couldn’t and we ended up eating cold pizza. Another delivery that Ryan set-up without telling me was our new bed; we’d visited a couple of bed shops and Ryan had got me to try them, like we had in Ikea, (much to my embarrassment), and Ryan had arranged the delivery for early one evening. Ryan assured me that he’d be back from work before it arrived. Round about the time that Ryan normally gets home I heard a knock on the door. Assuming that Ryan had forgotten his key – again, I flung the door open intending to surprise him with my naked body. Imagine my surprise when it wasn’t Ryan but the delivery men who were early. Just as I was about to slam the door shut Ryan stepped in front in the delivery men and said hello. Ryan stepped in, got hold of my hand and invited the men in. Pulling me to the side, Ryan put his arm round me and held me there while these men carried the bed in – getting a good look at me as they did. Because Ryan had his arm round my shoulder so at least I could cover my bits with my hands. Even if Ryan hadn’t been holding me I couldn’t have run off to the bedroom because that was where the men were taking the bed. I had to stand there while the men took the bed in and carried the old bed out. After the men had gone Ryan gave me a big kiss and put a finger in my pussy. When he removed it he held it to my face and told me that I must have enjoyed the experience. Then he put my finger in my mouth for me to suck. One day Ryan brought a TENS machine home from work. One of his colleagues lent it to him. I have no idea what reason Ryan gave the man for wanting it because he must have known that I wasn’t pregnant. When Ryan showed it to me I hadn’t a clue why Ryan would borrow such thing. Later that evening I found out. Ryan got the machine and the box of band aids and taped the little pads to my nipples. I was scared at first as I knew that a TENS machine gives you electric shocks. I told him that I was expecting a shock something like a cattle prod. Ryan reminded me that there was no way that you could buy a machine that would give pregnant women a serious electric shock. I was also scared that my nipple jewellery might have some adverse effect on me. I was still a little apprehensive when Ryan switched it on; and a little disappointed when I only felt a mild tingling. “Give it time.” Ryan said. Okay, I gave it time and I suppose it did make me a little excited, but Ryan’s hands and mouth do a better job. Because of the mild tingling that it had given my nipples I wasn’t worried when Ryan taped one of the pads to my clit and pushed the other up my hole. That was more ‘interesting’. But nothing compared to what I first imagined. Job Hunting --------------- My job hunting wasn’t going well; no one seemed to be taking on new staff. I did get a couple of short-term jobs through the agency. One was in an accountancy firm’s office. It was for an admin assistant for 2 weeks. When I was talking to Ryan about what to wear I told him that I thought that maybe I should buy some knickers to wear. Ryan asked me if I was worried that someone may see up my skirt and see my bare pussy. When I told him that I was he went and got his solution to my problem. It was a band aid. He pulled the backing off one and stuck it over my slit; it completely covered it. “Very good, but what happens when I need to go for a pee?” I asked. His answer was to give me the box of band aids telling me that I’d just have to remove the original one and put a new one on after I’d had a pee. I ended up having to be very careful to make sure that no one saw up my miniskirts. I also had to wear a tube top under my lose blouses so that the shape of the barbells and stirrups wasn’t visible. One day Ryan told me to take them out and not wear the tube top. I think that he wanted people to look down the top of my lose blouse and see my nipples. I don’t think that anyone did see my nipples. After the first week we had to go out and buy me some more miniskirts and blouses. Ryan wouldn’t let me get any skirts longer than mid-thigh. Apart from my wardrobe issues things went well. I quite enjoyed working there. Oh! I never did use those band aids. The agency got me another temporary office job. It was a really boring job and I was glad that it only lasted a couple of weeks. One of the bad things about it was that the desk that I had to use didn’t have a modesty board and a couple of men that worked there could see my legs all the time. I tried to remember to cross my legs all the time but I’m sure that I must have accidentally let them look up my skirt a few times. When I went home that first night Ryan offered me the band aids again. Art College Model --------------------- Just after that Easter Ryan got a phone call from Dan, the Art School teacher. He‘d been let down by a model and wondered if I would be prepared to stand-in at the last moment. Without even asking me he said that I would and then got all the details. I had a bit of a go at Ryan for not asking me, but he knew that I knew that I’d do it. The job was a full day on the next Sunday. The theme was ‘erotic bondage’. When Ryan told me that part I had horrible visions of me being put on a rack and stretched in 4 different directions. Ryan laughed and told me that I wouldn’t get hurt. We (yes, Ryan was coming along too) had to meet Dan at the college at 8 o’clock on the Sunday morning providing that the weather was dry. I didn’t understand that last bit. What Ryan hadn’t told me was that we’d be travelling in a minibus to some local woods and that they’d be tying me to some trees – naked. I was nervous, and comforted by Ryan being there, as we climbed into the minibus. There were 8 artists, Dan, Ryan and I. Everyone in the minibus was quite friendly and I soon relaxed. When I asked them what sort of poses I would have to do I got told that there was nothing difficult and that I’d be hanging around quite a bit. We got to the woods and unloaded the minibus. As well as the artists easels there were a few large bags that seemed to be quite heavy. We all walked about half a mile along a path between a fence and the woods until we got to a bit of a clearing that Dan said would be just fine for what he had in mind. The artists got their equipment ready then asked me to go with them. We got to a gap between 2 large trees where they put the bags down, opened them and pulled lots of ropes out of them. While 4 of them tied ropes to the trees, 2 others told me that it was time to get started and for me to take my clothes off. I looked at Ryan and he nodded. He was happy for me to get naked in front of those people. Well, it was Ryan that had signed me up for. When I was naked the 2 people who were with me proceeded to put some padded ankle and wrist cuffs on me. I was expecting them to hurt but they didn’t. The cuffs were then tied to the other ends of the ropes and I was slowly pulled up in the air. The ropes attached to my wrists were over higher branches so I ended up spread eagled; in the air, hanging by my wrists. It was then that Dan came over to inspect their work and to give his approval. While he was checking me out Dan saw my 3 barbells and stirrups. He was well pleased with them and told everyone one to make sure that they drew my jewellery as well. Just then Ryan, who had been standing quite close, got a handful of chain out of his pocket. He un-ravelled it and said to Dan, “Would you like me to put these on Tanya? They’re nipple and clit clamps.” Dan looked at them then at me then said, “Can you keep them for the next pose please? I think that the piercings will be enough for now.” I was left hanging there for an hour. Fortunately Ryan kept coming over to me for a chat. A couple of the times he stood between me and the artists and finger fucked me for a few seconds. Ryan also got out his phone and took a few photos of me. By the time I was lowered to the ground my arms ached like hell. The break gave me a chance to get the blood running to my hands again. The second pose was not so tiring for me. I was tied to a tree with my back to it. My hands were tied together behind the tree. My ankles were also tied behind the tree as far as my feet would go. At least my feet were on the ground. A rope was tied round my waist to help keep me in place. Just when I thought that they were done. Dan said, “One last touch; Ryan, can you put the nipple and clit clamps on please?” Ryan did as asked, taking his time doing the clit one. Why it was necessary to finger fuck me while he did it I don’t know; but I liked it. About half way through that pose 4 young men walked along the path. As you would expect they stopped to watch the naked girl that was tied to a tree. I think that they must have changed their planned hike route because they walked passed us every 20 minutes or so for the rest of the day. I was glad that they didn’t decide to come over for a closer look. The break was welcome, and Ryan checked my back to make sure that the tree hadn’t caused any damage to me. The next pose was difficult for me. I was hauled up in the air by my ankles. I was left hanging upside down with spread legs and a ball gag in my mouth. My wrists were tied behind my back. I could feel my clit being pulled forward by the clamp and my hair was hanging down. It wasn’t long before I could feel the extra blood in my head and the lack of it in my legs. They hurt like hell. I was really glad when I was lowered down. I was quite surprised when I was lowered down and untied. Neither Ryan nor I had thought about any lunch and it really nice to be invited to join the little picnic that came out of one of the big bags. We had a really nice chat about how things were going and how they were grateful to me for being their model. After the break Dan told me that there was only one more pose ant that it was going to be easier, and harder. Before we did anything else Dan asked Ryan to remove the nipple and clit clamps saying that they weren’t needed for the last pose. He took me over to the fence and told me to sit slightly forward, with my back against one of the uprights. He then told me to hold my arms out along the fence bars. Two people then tied ropes to my wrist cuffs and then the other ends of the ropes to fence uprights further along the fence. It was like being tied on a cross, but sitting down. I knew what Dan meant about being easier; but then came the harder bit. Ropes were tied to my ankle cuffs and my legs were pulled apart and up to where my wrists were. Then my wrists and ankles were tied to the fence cross member. I was left with only the bottom of my back touching the ground and my pussy pointing up to the sky; with my butt and pussy spread wide. Dan came over to me and asked me if I was okay, when I said that I was he told me that he was looking for the ‘tortured look’. I panicked a little, but got excited as well. I wanted to know more. “Two things, Dan said, “firstly I want some red marks on your butt so that you look like you’ve been whipped. Secondly I want you to look like your pussy has been abused; by that I mean well fucked by a machine. Since we haven’t got any fucking machines out here, a dildo will have to do. Ryan, do you think that you could cane Tanya’s backside until we see some red wheals; then use a dildo on her until she gets worked up and wet?” I started to panic a little and looked up at Ryan. “No, I can’t hurt Tanya, I can’t cane her. The dildo, yes, that part’s easy, but not the cane.” Ryan said. “Okay,” Dan said, “Tanya, would you object if I caned you?” “That depends on how much it will hurt.” I said. “How about I start and we’ll see how it goes and check for red marks after every stroke?” Dan said. I thought for a second and looked up at Dan. He looked as scared as I felt. “Okay” I said, “but you will stop as soon as I ask you to won’t you?” “Of course I will, I would never want to really hurt you, I may want to use your services again, and besides, you might sue the college.” Dan said. Dan went and got a cane and a dildo, it was huge; the thought of that going in and out of my pussy both scared and excited me. Dan got down on his knees and shuffled into a position that he was happy with and let fly with the first stroke. “Ouch!” I said, and remembered the spanking that I’d endured when I worked at that hotel. “Are you okay Tanya?” Dan asked. “Don’t worry; I’ll let you know when I want you to stop.” I said. I looked up at Ryan. He had his phone in his hand. He was taking more photos of me. Dan gave me 5 more stokes before stopping and checking first with me, then closely at the red wheals on my butt. My brain was telling me to tell Dan to stop, but my pussy was craving more. Dan must have been able to see how wet I was. “It’s coming along nicely, just a few more and you will look perfect.” Dan said. With that the cane came down onto my butt 5 times more. I was crying, even though the pain wasn’t that bad. “Beautiful!” Dan said, “The class should be able to capture that quite well. Now the dildo; seen as you are here Ryan would you be so kind as to insert it into Tanya’s vagina. I’d like to have about half of it left visible please.” Ryan got the dildo from Dan and knelt in front of me. He kissed me and asked me if I was okay. When I told him that I was he kissed me again then put his hand to my pussy. “Wow,” he said, “You really must be enjoying this. I was expecting to have to tease your clit for ages to be able to get this thing inside you; but I see that I don’t need to.” “You still can if you want.” I said. Ryan grinned and teased my clit with his index finger and thumb for a few seconds before easing the dildo into my pussy. Just to tease me a bit more he fucked me with it for a few seconds before standing up and backing away. I looked at the dildo sticking out of me. Six inches of it were pointing straight up to the sky. “Tanya, I need your face to look as if you’ve been tortured for hours, do you think that you can do that for me please?” Dan said. I tried to think back to when I was getting caned, and pulled my face into the same expression. The easy part of that pose was soon forgotten and I was aching after about 5 minutes. The other problem was that the dildo kept starting to slide out of me. Three times Ryan had to come over and push it back in. Each time he told me that he’d got some great photos of me. If it wasn’t bad enough being in such a humiliating position with those artists staring at me all the time; it got worse when the 4 young men walked by again. They were no more than a couple of feet from me. It was horrible. A youngish couple also walked along the path as well. Ryan told me that when he first noticed them they stopped and stared for a good 5 minutes before walking passed me. I was quite happy when Dan told me that my time was up and he and Ryan came and untied me. Dan pulled the dildo out and must have had a great look right inside me as my pussy slowly closed. I was glad to be back on my feet. My butt still hurt and my back ached; but not as bad as I expected. I looked round and everyone was just about packed up and walking back towards the minibus. I asked Ryan for my clothes but he told me that they were in a bag that had already left. I had to walk that half mile naked; much to the delight of the 4 young men that walked passed us – again. I have to admit that I did get a little wet rush as they walked passed. When we got to the car park Ryan persuaded me to ride back to the college naked as well. I wasn’t too worried about that thought as everyone there had seen me naked all day; until, Ryan said, “What if someone crashes into us? We’d have to get lifted out and taken to hospital. At least they wouldn’t have to undress you to treat you.” A couple of people laughed, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. We made it back to the college and Ryan found the bag with my clothes in it. After I’d got dressed we went over to Dan to get my money. We left them with all of them thanking me for such a good day. On the bus back home Ryan told me that he was looking forward to us having a shower as soon as we got in. One Saturday afternoon while we were in town, Ryan took me into a sex shop and bought me some little chains that I can hang from the barbells and stirrups. As soon as we got out of the shop he took me down an alley, opened my coat and hooked them on. When the weather got a little warmer I started my jogging again. I’ve sorted out a route that’s about 3 miles long that I go on. It goes through the park where Ryan and I, and me on my own, have had quite a bit of fun. A few times that I’ve passed the kids play area and there has been no one around I’ve stopped and repeated some of that fun. One time that I climbed up the rope and slid down I forgot that I had my clit jewellery in and I had to abandon my fun because the jewellery was getting snagged on the rope and I nearly did myself a major problem. The route also goes along a road that has a few shops on it and there is usually quite a few people walking about. I’ve had a few (mixed) comments about my skirt bouncing about and letting my butt become visible, but nothing that I can’t ignore. Although a couple of times I have REALLY been embarrassed when it was windy. Let me tell you, going jogging in a very short skirt with no knickers on is a very pleasant experience, but going jogging dressed like that on a blustery day is a VERY embarrassing experience; and the wind tends to blow quite strongly round those shops. There were a couple of times when my skirt was up around my chest with people looking at me. I was so embarrassed as I tried to get myself decent again. The thing was, after the times that I was really embarrassed I wanted it to happen again. Whenever I was thinking about going out jogging I’d look out to see if it was windy. If it wasn’t I’d put-off going until it was windy. When it was windy I’d put the constant vibe in, set on low, and set off. By the time I got to the shops I was usually as horny as hell and had was both embarrassed and excited when my skirt went up. When I told Ryan about my embarrassment all he did was laugh and tell me that I loved every second of it and that I’m an exhibitionist. How can that be true? It isn’t as if I lifted my skirt up round my chest. It was an accident; an act of nature. There was one time when I was jogging down this quiet street and 2 policemen were walking towards me when the wind sent my skirt right up. Not only was it embarrassing, but I had visions of me getting locked up for indecent exposure. As I struggled to pull my skirt down to cover my pussy, the 2 policemen just smiled at me and kept walking. My poor heart nearly stopped. Another thing that we did was to go Ice Skating. I’d never been before, but Ryan had and he thought that he was quite good at it. Ryan told me that I should wear my tennis skirt and a warm top so I did, but not before telling him that I didn’t want to be on my backside on the ice lots of times. He assured me that I wouldn’t, and off we went. After hiring the boots I gingerly walked to the ice with Ryan holding my arm. I think that I made it to the first corner before I was flat on my back with my butt getting very cold rapidly. I don’t think that I will ever get any good at that sport as I spent most of my time with my bare butt sitting on the ice. The thing is, Ryan took me back there twice more. It was only on the third time that he admitted that he liked looking at me bare legs and pussy with all those people skating passed me. We needed a holiday in the sun. We hadn’t had any decent weather for months (years!). The problem was that what little money we did have was needed to get our apartment straight. Someone who works with Ryan suggested that we look for a house sitting job, and gave him a couple of URLs. We spent a couple of evenings searching the internet and finally found a site that had some villas in Majorca where the owners wanted to go on holiday, but didn’t want to leave their place empty. All we would have to pay for was the flights there and back and our food costs. We selected 3 that looked good and filled in the application forms and waited. We were just at the point of starting to search again when Ryan got an email telling us that out application had been successful. The dates were good, but the owners were going away for just over 3 weeks not the original 2 weeks. Ryan could only get 2 weeks off work. He checked at work the next day, but no luck. We’d just about resigned ourselves to losing it when Ryan suggested that we both go for the 2 weeks then he would come back home leaving me to stay for the other week and a half. At first I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want to be there without him. As usual, Ryan got his way, but I wasn’t looking forward to those extra days. We got everything planned and waited. In the meantime I’ve had another temporary job through the agency; and have recently got a part time job as well. The temp job was 4 weeks with an accountancy firm. They had a lot of work on and needed some help. It was a very old-fashioned firm in an old building and most of the people there were old as well. Ryan persuaded me to wear mid-thigh length skirts and blouses. He said that I looked quite ‘business like.” Ryan also wanted me to wear my barbells, stirrups and chains. He said that the chains bouncing about under my loose, fitting blouses would remind me of him. When I got there I was given a table to sit at near the entrance door. It was a table, not a desk, but had boxes pilled in front of it so I wasn’t worried about there not being a modest board. I didn’t have to worry about the old men there looking up my skirt as they came in and out. I thought that the work I was given to do would be good experience because I want to become an accountant. It was about the third day that I was there that I noticed one of the men looking down the top of my blouse as he stood next to me explain how to do something. I didn’t want to upset anyone there so I turned to one side so that his view was gone. When I told Ryan about it that night, he laughed and told me not to be so shy. Firstly I didn’t have a lot for anyone to look at, and secondly, if he liked what he saw he may just give me a full time job. The next day when that man stood next to me I didn’t move. I could see that he kept looking and I was surprised that I didn’t get embarrassed. After all, he was an old man; it wasn’t as if he was going to corner me and rape me. That peeking got to be a regular thing and we both acted as if it wasn’t happening. During the second week the boxes in front of my table started to disappear. By the end of the week they were all gone. I didn’t think anything of it and continued sitting comfortably – legs not crossed. It was on the third week that I realised that people could see my bare legs, and possibly more. A delivery guy was stood a few feet in front of my table, waiting for a signature and I noticed him looking at my legs. I blushed and turned sideways in my seat. I remembered how long it was since the boxes had gone and wondered how many men had had a good look up my skirt without me knowing it. I made a mental note to sit more carefully whenever anyone was in front of my table. The problem is that I frequently get engrossed in what I’m doing and don’t see what is going on around me. By the time that my time there was up I had no idea how many people had looked up my skirt. The part time job was as a result of Ryan seeing a notice in the window of a trendy, young person’s clothes shop. The top part of the notice said, WANTED – PART TIME MODEL We have a part time vacancy for someone to model clothes for parents who wish to buy clothes for their children as a surprise, but would like to see them on someone before they buy them. Hours are flexible but must include either a Thursday or Friday evening, or all day Saturday or all day Sunday. Apply within. Although it was only a couple of weeks before we went away I went to the shop the next day and applied. I saw the manager and told her what I was there for. She looked so pleased. She told me that she couldn’t put the sex or the build of the person that they wanted on the advert because they could have been accused of discrimination. She told me that I was just what she was looking for. I had to show her my passport (nothing unusual there) then she told me that they had a growing demand for what it said on the advert. They already had 1 part time young girl but there was too much work for her. She said that all modelling sessions were by appointment only and took place in in a room next to her office. She said that it used to be a stock room but they’d cleared it and put a screen up in one corner. After I told her about my upcoming holiday we agreed on the money and that I would start the next Sunday. I had to agree to give her advance notice of the days or evenings that I could work. It all sounded great to me, how difficult could it be to put clothes on and stand in front of someone while they imagined their daughter was in front of them. Ryan was well pleased, but not pleased at the time that we would be apart. He said that he’d have to make an appointment to see me. I only had 4 appointments on that first Sunday and I was quite nervous when the manager introduced the first customer to me. It was a couple in their thirties buying an outfit for their 14 year old. I changed behind the screen and stepped out for them to see me. Everything went well with no embarrassing moments and I think that they bought the outfit. The manager had been with me that first time, just to make sure that everything went well. She told me that if I had any problems I just had to bang on the wall to her office and she’d be there PDQ. The second appointment was with a man on his own. I was a little apprehensive knowing that I was going to take my clothes off (albeit behind a screen) in a closed room with an unknown man there; but the only ‘incident’ was when he called me by his daughter’s name. The third appointment was also with a man on his own. He was looked a little old to have a teenage daughter, but who knows. This man had selected lots of clothes, including bikinis. At first everything went well with him sitting in the chair that was provided for the customers. Then came an outfit that was a couple of sizes too small for me. I managed to squeeze in to it but it was obvious that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I told the man and asked him to go and get the right size, but he insisted that I show him, saying that it was a party outfit and that his daughter always wore tight clothes. I was embarrassed as I stepped out from behind the screen but the man said that I looked fantastic. He told me to do a twirl (which I did), then he asked me if I was wearing any underwear. I blushed and said that I wasn’t. He said that if he bought that outfit he would have to tell his daughter to forego underwear as well. “Wow!” I thought, “a father telling his teenage daughter to go out without underwear.” The man stood up and walked round me. My nipples went rock hard and the man smiled as he got round to my front. “Yes, definitely a possibility.” The man said and sat down. The next outfit was a top and short, flared skirt. I put them on and stepped from behind the screen. “Nice!” the man said, “can you do a twirl please?” As I did so I suddenly realised that the skirt would float up. When I stood in front of the man again he had a big grin on his face and I just knew that he’d seen something that I didn’t want him to see. Next was one of the bikinis. It was a reasonably full bikini and my bits were well covered. The second bikini had quite a bit less material to it. In fact it was a thong bikini. I felt terribly exposed when I stepped out from behind the screen. The man just stared at me for ages before finally asking me to turn round. I did so and he stared at my naked butt for ages before thanking me. The fourth appointment went quickly and quite boringly. When I told Ryan about my twirl in the short skirt and the bikinis he laughed and told me that I should have let him have a good look and my pussy; that he wanted the whole world to see my pussy. I thumped him and told him that there was no chance. I worked the following Friday evening and only had 2 appointments. The first was a woman in her late thirties. She had lots of outfits for me to try on. About half way through she told me that things would move faster if I stopped going behind the screen and just changed in the main room. My first reaction was, ‘no way’, but before I said it I changed my mind and said, “Okay.” After all, we were both girls. It felt strange stripping naked in front of her, but it was quicker; especially as she kept changing her mind, frequently when I was only half dressed. That was my longest appointment and I’d only just got dressed again when the manager brought my other appointment in. It was a man on his own and he was looking for clothes for his 15 year old daughter who was coming to live with him. He too had a mountain of clothes with him and when I saw them I realised that I it was going to take quite a while. Everything started out okay, but the man started walking around the room whenever I was getting changed. The screen only protected me from view if the customer was sat on the chair and this man kept walking to a place where he could see me changing. Whenever I saw him I turned my back to him. If he was going to see me naked then it was going to be my back. The outfits got shorter and tighter and the man talked more and more, telling me all about his daughter. Just when we’d just about got through the pile of clothes he told me to wait there and he went and got some more clothes. When he got back he had an arm full of what looked like bikinis. He gave one to me and asked me to put it on. I went behind the screen, changed and modelled it for him. It didn’t take long for him to decide that he didn’t like it and gave me another one. I took it behind the screen and took the first bikini off. I stood there naked looking at the new bikini; but it wasn’t a bikini; it was some sort of one piece swimsuit. The problem was that it seemed to be all straps, and they were tangled up. As I tried to make sense of it the man asked me if there was a problem. When I said that I was just sorting out the straps he said, “Here, let me help.” Before I knew it he was stood next to me with his hand out. I was so shocked that I just put the swimsuit in his hand and stood there as he tried to sort it out. After a couple of minutes he said that he thought that he’d cracked it and held the straps open and told me to step into it. I lifted my leg up but I couldn’t reach so the man got down on his knees. His face was right in front of my pussy. He held the straps open and I lifted a leg and put it through a strap, then my other leg. Instead of telling me to pull it up he did it for me. I was so embarrassed as he pulled the suit right up to my crotch. He even stopped when the suit was at my waist to adjust the way the small piece of material sat over my pussy. The stupid thing was that I opened my legs wider so that it was easier for him. As he stood up he said, “It’s a good job that you shave; do you think that my daughter does?” The man then pulled the suit the rest of the way up, even adjusting the small triangles over my minute breasts. As I stood there letting him decide if he liked the swimsuit I was thinking, “This man has just dressed me. How did I let that happen? Why did I let it happen?” I was still in a bit of a trance as the man started to undress me saying that he didn’t think the suit was right for his daughter. Stupid me just stood there and let him strip me naked; even opening and lifting my legs to make it easy for him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the main part of the room saying, “It will be much easier if you come out to the clothes.” I then stood there and let the man put another bikini on me. This one was a tie-side one and he had to tie and un-tie the sides to get it right. The last 3 items were knickers. He said that he couldn’t make up his mind which sort to get her. He slid a pair of bikini style knickers up my legs. He’d picked up pair that were way too big and they just hung there looking stupid. “Never mind, it gives me an idea of how they would look.” He said, then took them off me. The last item was a pair of thong knickers. They fit me, but he pulled them up high, too high, giving me a front wedgie. He said that he was worried that his daughter might accidentally expose herself and he wanted to know just how much would show if she sat carelessly. He told me to sit on the customer’s chair and open my legs a bit. As he stood there looking at my exposed lips he said, “Hmmm, they do show a lot; but teenage girls want to wear knickers like that these days. I guess that I’ll have to tell her to be careful if she goes out wearing those.” With that he pulled me up and took them off me. Before I knew it he picked up the pile of clothes that we was going to buy and left me standing there naked wondering what the hell had just happened. When I told Ryan he said that perhaps I should tell all the customers that they had to dress and undress me.

Megan and Jessie #5: Jessie Services Megan by Jappio Part 1 I perhaps made a mistake when I made a bet with Jessie. I might have really paid for it more than I was intending. You see, the other week, I was giving Jessie a bit of crap about a test we had to take. She was insisting she could score better than me. Now I know I really like everything about Jessie, and would never say something bad about her. Yet I know that I tend to do better at school stuff than her. All through middle and high school I always graded better than her. Heck, it was a miracle when Jessie even actually did any work. I think she may have just been trying to come up with an excuse for her to improve her grade. She wanted to put something on the line I believe. She had made a bet with me that whoever got the lower score, would be the other's maid for a day. So the loser essentially would have to do a lot of chores for the other by the sounds of it. I wasn't really worried much, so I took her up on it, she was insisting after all. Then when the test grades came in, I was shocked to see how much better she had done. The problem was, it really only amounted to a B-, and I still scored an A on the test. Jessie isn't much of a sore loser though, so although not happy she lost, she was happy she did so well still. I was happy for her too. We agreed she would come over to my house during break. My parents would be away, so I figured I could use both a helping hand and the company. So you may be wondering why I was the one paying for it. Well it's a bit difficult to explain, but I'll do my best from the top. My alarm rang at my usual wake up time. I made sure to shower and pick out something nice to wear. Even though I would have a personal maid for the day, I still made my bed and made sure my room was clean. Although Jessie had been over hundreds of times in our friendship, I still liked making the best presentation for her. I may not be much, but at least one day, if I get lucky and we get close, I won't scare her away by being a slob. Soon 9:00 AM rolled around, and I heard the doorbell ring. I was practically surprised, Jessie was rarely so punctual. I quickly opened the door, but what I saw shocked me. Standing there at the door way was Jessie, and she was absolutely naked! "What are you doing?!" I asked her quickly. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside and shut the door. "Sorry Ma'am, I don't understand the question. I am here just as you asked me to be," Jessie explained. I took a closer look at her once I was sure she was safely inside. I didn't need the neighbors seeing a naked girl at my doorstep. "That's not what I meant Jess, where are your clothes?" I asked. "Oh, I didn't bring anything unnecessary Miss Megan. I only brought what was absolutely necessary," Jessie verified. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe Jessie would take a silly bet that far. "You didn't really leave all your clothes at home?" "I brought some things to wear during certain duties today Ma'am. I made sure I was really prepared," Jessie said while holding up a small duffle bag. "You did not need to bring a special uniform, but you better put it on right away!" I said. Although I was shocked Jessie would risk driving across town naked for this bet, it wasn't a total shock. Jessie was always like that. However, when she actually began to open her bag, I was more shocked. Jessie, once naked, is near impossible to get redressed, especially if she didn't have a reason to. Alone in my house, I figured she'd insist staying naked. I guess I was sort of disappointed. I had been so shocked up until that point, I didn't get the chance to really look much. She was as gorgeous as ever that morning. Her hair was tied up formally, a tad different than her usual style, but it looked really cute on her. Of course I did get a chance to look at her bare breasts before she got anything on. They were still as firm and round as I remember them. She practically glowed, probably having taken a shower and gotten ready before coming here. She was even cleanly shaven between her legs. It's embarrassing to admit I looked that close though. Jessie pulled out a relatively small white fabric from her bag. I wasn't sure at first what it was, but she quickly stuck her head in a loop of it, and I realized that it was an apron! Jessie took some time putting it on. She straightened it out, and began to tie it. She even partially turned her body while she tied it, and I could see her round bottom sticking out, completely exposed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked, a tad mesmerized. "Hm? Am I Miss Megan? I would hate if I did," she asked, genuinely confused. "Your clothes Jessie. You're still pretty much..." I began to say, unable to say the word too loudly, "naked." "Oh Miss, I am your servant today. It's my job to serve you today," She said. I quickly took in air. Although I was sure she couldn't possibly mean it the way it sounded. I'm sure any other girl who would stay nearly naked for the sake of `service' would mean it in a different way. Jessie though I think was trying to say that clothes weren't needed, since they wouldn't help her be the maid for the day. I know it's a bit of a jump in logic, but I have been her friend for over a decade. You sort of start to learn to speak Jessie-ese. She even got out a small maid's headdress and put it on her head. The white bit of frill and black ribbons looked really cute. Jessie was now smoothing out her `uniform' for the day I suppose. The apron was pure white, and looked quiet thin. It seemed to just float atop her beautiful form. As she looked down at herself, inspecting it, she twirled her body. As much as I'm sure she was making sure that the outfit was where it was needed, I was noticing other things. As she shifted in her spot, the apron shifted across her skin. Up top, the area of her chest that was covered loosely sat and moved around. I could practically see the two spots where her nipples were, the apron being that thin. Speaking of there not being much material, the apron didn't cover much. I could definitely see some cleavage above. Along her sides, the apron didn't even fully hide her body. You could tell she was naked from the sides of her sticking out. I suppose her slender waist was just barely hidden by the width of the cloth, but you could definitely see her smooth and bare hips sticking out. So as I was saying, as she swayed about, the front of the apron only held where it was thanks to some ties in the back, swished left and right with ease. Every time, I could swear I saw her bare pelvis, at least from the side. The apron didn't even reach her mid-thighs also. I suppose normally decency isn't the main job of an apron, but even still I felt it was overly skimpy. My eyes shot wide as Jessie took hold of the hem of the apron and lift it a bit. Although it was only a couple of inches, I could see all of her bare thighs. She then continued on with a curtsy motion. "Jessie, reporting for duty Ma'am," she said. I was nearly speechless. From the bare thighs, and now the peek I was getting down the front of the apron, I was astounded. I know I see her naked all the time, I in fact did just a couple of minutes before then. However something about her having something on made it sort of naughtier. "Um... yeah... you know you don't have to call me that, right?" "Oh but Miss Megan, someone in a submissive position as myself should always do as her mistress asks. She should never question an order. She should always show absolute respect on top of that. Today I am here to do every one of your needs Miss Megan. I am going to on top of it be as proper as I can be. "As proper as a half naked made can be, huh?" I thought to myself. I wasn't about to argue with her though, so I just let the matter drop. "Is there anything you'd like me to do first Ma'am?" Jessie asked, standing up straight again from her curtsey. "Well, I was thinking we could just sit around and hang out," I explained. I wasn't really planning on her pay off the bet that much. I really was just thinking I'd have her help me clean up a bit later that day. "No Miss Megan, you must relax yourself, and I will get to work," Jessie said. Even with all the talk of her being the submissive one today, she quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the couch in the living room. She had me sit down in front of the TV. I didn't really know what to do; I was still trying to come to grips with her body in such a tiny outfit still. "Ok, you sit here. I will prepare you some breakfast since I already have my apron on. You wait right here and I'll get you a drink." "Thanks..." I muttered as I tried to relax back in my seat. Jessie for a moment turned to go to the kitchen, but quickly whipped right back around. The effect on her apron guaranteed a view of her bare mound. She didn't' notice my staring thankfully, but then again that's because she quickly knelt over me. Each of her arms was around the sides of my head. Only an inch or two fro my eyes was her chest. Between the crevice of cleavage and the shape of the two round orbs through the thin cotton, I wasn't sure what to look at. "Tell me when you're comfortable," Jessie asked, her hands manipulating a pillow she had snuck behind my head. Every time she adjusted it, I noticed her breasts would bobble. My mouth was completely dry. I barely was able to croak out a, "that's fine, it's good." Jessie seemed happy with that, and again headed towards the kitchen. I let out a sigh. I was telling myself it was too early for me to get so worked up so quickly. Even if I loved my luck for seeing her, it was incredibly stressful too. Yet even with that thought, I still caught myself staring at Jessie as she walked away, the bounce in her step causing her bottom to bob about. Jessie happily hummed to herself as she looked through my fridge. "Would orange juice be good for you Miss Megan?" She asked. I told her that would be fine. I turned on the TV, and switched it to the news. I wasn't exactly interested, but I knew I needed to do something. If I wasn't careful, even Jessie would realize I was staring at her. It was hard though. She seemed so naked, yet that apron just barely hid her at times. I don't know why just the tiny teases of nudity were working on me as well as her total brazen nudity might. I don't know why I don't get tired of her body for a second. Soon Jessie was serving me my juice, and even prepared a bowl of cereal. I wasn't about to have her cook me anything after all, I didn't want her to actually work for me. After my breakfast, Jessie asked if I needed anything. I wanted to say no, but she seemed really insistent. "Well, if you insist. I guess I'd like to check my email and such. Would you mind getting my laptop?" Jessie left for my room, leaving me just a moment alone. I eyed her backside again as she left, but let out a larger sigh once she was gone. I was starting to wonder if I should feel a little guilty at all. It seemed wrong to let her parade around like that. I hadn't asked for it, but surely I could get her to wear something. Jessie returned with my laptop, and set it in front of me. I didn't open it though; I decided I would at least make things right between us. It was wrong of me to just keep her exposed for my fun. "Jessie..." I said, trying to find the words. Like usual, a lump formed in my throat. Telling such a beauty to get dressed never seemed like the right thing. "Yes Ma'am?" she asked. I looked at her at her smiling face, eyes beaming so brightly. "Well... I think you need to dress a bit more decently..." I said. Her face turned to one of confusion. I instantly felt a bit of guilt. "I mean you're hot! We both know that!" I then immediately kicked myself mentally. I just told her she was hot, and I hadn't meant to do that. "Well I mean, like... well..." I was trying to explain myself away from the compliment, but I could see the look of confusion coming back to her. "No, I'm not saying you're not, I just... I mean you do look good, anyone would want to look at you like that, especially me, well no I mean..." Jessie was still looking at me. I couldn't believe all that I was saying. I always get like this. It doesn't help that I kept looking down at her body too. "What I mean is you look great and all. You really do. However I would like if you would put more clothes on and be dressed a bit more decently. You know, cover up areas a bit better. You can borrow anything of mine." I was so relieved when Jessie didn't seem upset. "Thank you very much Ma'am. I will go right away," I then watched as her naked butt walked away again, hopefully for the last time that day so the two of us could have a normal day. Part 2 I opened my laptop, and began to check around. I told myself I'd end this little game of Jessie's soon, and the two of us could watch a movie or something. However Jessie returned and I was shocked when I couldn't even tell if there was anything different. I saw the same apron, and a lot of bare skin peeking out from it. I had to really concentrate, but I saw two black bows at her hips! Jessie had gotten a hold of something to wear, and it was probably one of the last things I wanted her to find. Although she was facing me, I instantly knew what she must have had, and I suppose there is a bit of a story I should share about them. You see, a couple of months back, I was doing some shopping. I was looking at the selection of underwear they had, and well... I'll admit I was thinking about Jessie wearing some of them. However I started to think about me in them. The idea was embarrassing, but I figured if I would think Jessie would be cute in them, maybe I'd get lucky and Jessie would think I looked cute in them too. So looking at the selection, I settled for a tiny silky pair. My face was red as I made the purchase, and barely thought about it till I was home. Then that night I tried them on in front of the mirror. I was astounded really. Although they appeared black, I didn't have enough backbone to really look them over in the store. There were portions like the bows that were black. The waistband was solid, although had little frills around it and the leg holes. However most of the fabric was sheer in the front and back. You could see almost my entire butt and even my fur in front. Only a small black patch existed for modesty, and it didn't hide much. I told myself I couldn't wear something like that in front of anyone, much less Jessie! So I hid them away in my drawer and never gave them a second thought. I didn't even want to return them, it would be too embarrassing. Now Jessie had found them, and was wearing them! "Ok Miss Megan, what would you like me to do next? I could start some cleaning if you'd like?" I wasn't even able to stammer at that point. My face was red from her finding them. I also couldn't help but wonder more how she looked in them. Suddenly the indecent apron was too decent! "Um... what?" I asked, almost mesmerized trying to picture them in them. "I could start with some dusting if you'd like Ma'am," she clarified. "Um... sure yes, that'd be great!" I said, wanting to change the topic. Jessie headed towards her bag. The whole time I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. As she was to my side, I could see her from head to toe, bare except for the little ribbons on the waistband of those panties. I couldn't believe she was wearing them. I tried taking a deep breath and sit back. She hadn't put on nearly as much as I had asked. She was still so exposed. Yet I couldn't send her back again. I didn't even want to acknowledge the panties. However there was little ignoring the panties on my part. As she walked around the room with her newly found feather duster, I got a lot more opportunities to see what she looked like squeezed into them. Occasionally I'd be lucky when she'd turn or twist suddenly, and I'd be able to see what they looked like in front. The apron offered no coverage behind her. I could see quite clearly that the garment wasn't her size. They hugged every curve. The sheerness of them meant it was hardly different than when she didn't have them before. Well I say that, but I did discover I was right when I bought them, that they would look wonderful on her. I don't know, even though they were the wrong size, and I hated that she found them, there was something about them. The little black bows swinging about, the way thing fabric curved about. The way that I could quite tell where her naughty parts started. Had she not been cleanly shaved down there, maybe, but the fact she wasn't meant I could only guess how much of her was actually covered by the little bit of privacy silk. Just picturing all her naughtiness hidden away snuggly was a lot to handle. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing her naked, but seeing her lingerie and a naughty outfit in general was new to me, and I liked it. I did always say it would be nice if her strips did have a bit more to them then just her outer layer disappearing right away. Then again I guess I'm clearly a pervert, wanting these things from her. I can't help it though. She's so beautiful, and I love everything about her. Her cleaning was getting her into more and more poses too that I couldn't pass up staring at a bit. I was so lucky she was so dedicated to the bet, and she never faltered from tasks. Yet there are times I couldn't help but stare open mouthed. For example, at one point she was close to me, cleaning a small table to the side of the couch. She starts out standing right next to me, which is bad enough. Then to get to the far end of the table and over the lip of it, she starts to bend down. She keeps her knees straight, and this just pushes her butt out at me. Just a foot from me, her practically naked bottom is presented up in the air. Heck, even the opaque black patch of the panties was sticking out, and I knew what had to be nestled in there. "Are you Ok Miss Megan," Jessie asked as she turned to face me. My face had really begun to burn up. There's only so long a girl can go like this, and I still had a lot of hours to go of this `torture'. As her cleaning came to an end, I felt a little saved as I heard my phone go off. I had figured some of our other friends might want to hang out during break, and I figured this was maybe that! I could hopefully get Jessie to relax some and kill off some of the sexual tension. "The Megan estate, may I ask who is calling?" I heard Jessie say. I quickly spied that she had grabbed my phone before I even had a chance to. It was going to be hard to explain why Jessie was answering the phone like that. "Ma'am, it's for you, a Miss Stacy is calling," she announced. I quickly snatched the phone from her. "Hi Stacy," I said. "Hey, what's up with Jessie?" Stacy asked. "Oh, just some bet," I explained. "I'll tell you more later." "Later as in, could you come get me? We're pretty bored being back in town with nothing to do. She's going to drive to your place, but I could use a ride, and I'm not really on her way." The idea didn't sound bad. With others around, I was sure Jessie would loosen up some and we'd be able to have some fun. The bet was turning out to be more work than I intended, and I had won. "Sure, give me just a moment and I'll come get you guys," I said. "So, are you going to be leaving for a bit Miss Megan? I would be most happy to go and pick them up for you," Jessie offered. I thought about how she had driven naked here. "No, no, you don't need to do that. In fact, don't you think it would be best if maybe...?" I tried to think how to put it, I really didn't want to bring up the panties, and also I definitely didn't want to be so blunt about it either. Last thing I wanted to do was make her feel weird or anything. "You stay here, and um... work on the clothes some. You again have access to all my clothes. I mean we want to be as presentable for our guests as possible, right?" I asked. "Of course Ma'am. I will be all prepared by the time you get back," she said. Having her not question orders was actually almost relieving. Normally I'd really have to twist my words around or beg her to do anything. Now I just had to ask for it. "Thanks a lot Jessie. I'll be back really soon!" I said, as I hugged her. I sort of didn't think about the hug, it was mostly out of relief. I had forgotten she was still pretty nearly naked. My hands on her lower back could feel bare skin and silk. In front, I could tell how easily her apron shifted between our bodies... her naked body just on the other side of that thin layer. I quickly released the hug and excused myself. I was out the door and in my car. The ride to Stacy's and back wasn't much. I explained to Stacy about what was happening. I told her about the test, and Megan acting as a very proper maid. She told me she really wanted to see what Jessie was like when seriously working. It's funny, hearing her say it, it did make me sort of miss the carefree Jessie more, it's one of the things I love most about her. Well, I say I love it, yet it nearly gave me a heart attack as we got home. Once back home, Katie was already parked outside. She didn't know Jessie would have let her in probably, so she was waiting for us. Stacy quickly explained the whole maid thing; she seemed almost excited about it. Katie thought it sounded cute, and we head towards the front door. I open the door and let Stacy and Katie. I follow right behind, and suddenly there Jessie is, still in just the panties an apron! "Welcome home Mistress and friends. I am happy to have you all here," Jessie says as she bows to us. "Whoa! You didn't tell us about this!" Katie says. Stacy gives me a sly grin. Once before she had suspected something between Jessie and I. This was not going to help that. "One second guys, "I say with a forced but nervous chuckle. I let Jessie stand and pull her to the side. "What is this; I said deal with the clothes situation, what's going on?" I ask her. Jessie looks at me, not sure what I mean. "Miss Megan, I've started washing your clothes, don't worry. Everything is set as you asked. It's just the load is full already, so I am not able to fit the rest," she explained. I couldn't believe. She really somehow misunderstood me. This was going to be hard to explain. Even if I told Katie and Stacy that it was Jessie who put herself like this, surely they'd wonder why I was letting her stay like that. "Well, um, could you give Katie, Stacy, and I some time alone? Go um... check on the clothes or something..." I say. Jessie formally excused herself and left, Katie and Stacy still shocked. "Well, that's one hell of a kinky bet. I didn't know she'd be a stripper maid or something," Stacy teased. I had to think fast. "She's not a stripper. I didn't set the conditions either. This is just how it is I guess. I couldn't say no, Jessie doesn't like to step down from bets," I explained. "She's... a little... well exposed though, isn't she?" Katie nervously commented. She was blushing too. Katie didn't know Jessie as well as Stacy and I do, so maybe she didn't really know how... carefree about exposure she was. "Well, like I said, she insisted she act on the bet. I only agreed because I knew I'd win, I don't know if I could handle being dressed like that," I tried explaining. Stacy gave me another sly grin, "Oh, I thought you and Jessie were nudist buddies? I didn't think wearing a bit of a skimpy outfit would bother you." "Sh-sh-shut up Stacy. I told you not to blab about that... it's different than that," I tried saying. I tried to think of a reason, "I mean, nudists are ok with nudity, but I mean a sexy outfit is still sexy, regardless." I knew it was a lame excuse, but I think Stacy was satisfied with how red my face became and how much stammering I was starting to do. "So Jessie is a nudist?" Katie asked. "Sort of, something like that," Stacy said with a shrug. "Perhaps you'll `see' it for yourself one day," she joked. The joke was pretty lame, as evident by Katie not reacting much. I definitely just blushed, because I instantly thought about Jessie being naked. Katie was definitely a fellow shy girl, because all this talk of nudity still had her sort of red. "Ma'ams, would you all like to sit down for some drinks and entertainment?" Jessie suddenly requested as she re-entered the room. I didn't know what to say, but Stacy was quick to make a comment, "Ooo, entertainment you say? What kind of stunning entertainment does a naughty maid like you have to offer?" I couldn't believe how openly flirtatious Stacy could be sometimes. She defiantly had more backbone than me. I know she said it in jest, but it still made me a little jealous. It would be nice if I could learn to flirt with Jessie a bit better. "Anything my Mistress asks for," she said. She ushered us to the living room, and has all sit down. Stacy and Katie got the couch and I was given the recliner. "So, she'll do anything we ask?" Stacy wanted to confirm. She then added, "anything~" as if to really test it. I was afraid Jessie would confirm that she would, it seems like the type of trouble she'd let herself get into. I interjected, "some drinks would be nice." Jessie left to get our drinks. Part 3 "Wow, she really is your maid, it must be nice," Katie commented. "Eh, a little stressful..." I said truthfully, not wanting to comment on the truth, I quickly explained myself in a different way, "I mean, I didn't expect her to be so diligent and such. It's almost exhausting to think of things to ask her to do; I mean it's not very natural to be the boss." "Oh, I bet there's a few things you could come up with that you'd love to have her do," Stacy mentioned. I didn't want to know what she meant by it, and chose to ignore it. When Jessie returned, all eyes were on her. Stacy wasn't shy to look her up and down. It didn't look like she was into Jessie or anything; I didn't feel threatened at least. Stacy seemed to take some kind of other enjoyment from it. I think she likes seeing people in tough situations. Even if Jessie seemed perfectly cool with it. Katie was a bit more timid. I could tell she wanted to look, but she usually looked away. She really was a shy girl. I'm sure it was weird for her to have another woman around who was so exposed. "Wow, these are really cute, where'd you get them?" Stacy asked, sticking a finger into one of the loops of the panties. I almost thought she might try to pull the satin down Jessie's legs. "Oh these cute little things? They are pretty great. Yet they are Miss Megan's," Jessie explained. My heart instantly stopped. My face heated up right away. I slowly looked at Katie and Stacy. Both had immediately turned their heads to me. Now the few times that maybe the girls had seen my underwear choice thanks to locker rooms and such, they had seen some pretty plain stuff. I'm pretty shy, and something as kinky as those panties were probably pretty surprising to see me have. Heck, as I said, I never intended to wear them. "Um..." I tried to say something. Nothing came out though. Oblivious to the whole ordeal, Jessie turned and returned to the kitchen, "I'll prepare some food for everyone," she called. Katie and Stacy both looked like they were looking for answer. Katie was almost concerned, and Stacy looked like she knew something was up and she was about to find out something even better. I knew they were looking for more info than just about the panties. I mean that was bad, yet I also explained the outfit was Jessie's choice. Now all of sudden Jessie was wearing my panties. "They were a gift from an old boyfriend!" I lied. "I never wore them once, but Jessie had found them I guess when she was getting changed for the bet... you know Jessie, always forgetting stuff... like her panties..." That last bit wasn't much of a lie, Jessie did go commando a lot. "So I mean, the deal was apron and panties, and I wasn't going to make her go around without, I'm not some pervert!" The two actually seemed to believe the story enough. "Oh, one sec, that was the buzzer! Be right back mistresses," Megan called as she passed us to head to the basement. The washer sounded ready for a new load. "A shame Jessie lost the bet. I think I almost would have preferred to see you squirming around in those naughty little bits of lace," Stacy teased. "You're an ass, you know that," I said, her teasing being tough to deal with sometimes. "I know," Stacy laughed. I tried leading the conversation away for a bit, by turning the TV on. It almost worked, but Jessie returned, and we all noticed something pretty fast. "Whoa, someone lost her panties!" Stacy called out. Instantly Katie and I turned our heads towards Jessie. "Oh, I wouldn't lose Miss Megan's cute panties so easily. They are being washed," Jessie explained. I couldn't believe this... Jessie actually stripped back down to just her apron again! I didn't know how to feel. On one side, my embarrassing panties weren't there for everyone to see now. I also had the perk of seeing Jessie's naked butt again. Of course the bad thing was that Katie and Stacy were right there. "Jessie... umm... are you sure you should be um... I mean..." Katie tried to say. It was nice to know someone else was looking out for Jessie. "Yeah Jessie, you didn't have to," I tried saying. "You said I should get to all your clothes Ma'am," Jessie explained. I didn't know what to say, "I mean... well I didn't... um..." "What would you like me to do next Miss," Jessie asked, doing her little curtsey again, this time everyone else got to see the thigh flashing sight. "Oh, she could do some vacuuming if she hasn't already?" Stacy said, quickly taking charge. Jessie though looked at me. "Is that what you would like Miss Megan?" Although I didn't have to agree, I did sort of want to diffuse the situation some. So I let her get to that. Tension was rising again, and I tried to calm things down. Jessie had something going in the oven, and was getting the oven out. For the next couple of minutes, Katie really learned that Jessie wasn't very shy. Jessie did little stop us from getting looks at her bare butt, or between her legs when her apron shifted. She was so nearly naked in that thing, and it was obvious to all of us. Eventually the pizza Jessie was making was done, and she served us it. Again, she excused herself from us. As we ate our slices though, Jessie returned, and this time, every one of us gasped out loud. Jessie no longer had her apron on. She was completely naked. "Jessie, your apron?!" I asked out loud. "Hm? Oh, in the wash Ma'am. I finished with the cooking, so I figured I didn't need it anymore," was Jessie's answer. "Classic Jessie," Stacy commented, already undisturbed by it. Katie was staring, open jaw. I couldn't blame her. Jessie was stunning. Well maybe that's not why her jaw was hanging, but that's why mine was. Stacy was surprisingly nice all of a sudden when she offered, "Katie, you think it might be time to go?" Katie had to recollect her thoughts, "what?" she asked. "We have, something do, right?" she almost half asked. I could tell something must have been up. "We also should probably leave these two alone," she said, as if almost hinting something. Again, I didn't want to know what she thought. "Oh yes, I guess we should. It's been a lot of fun guys!" Katie said, getting up. The two quickly said their goodbyes. Jessie and I led them out of the house, Jessie still naked. I couldn't believe she really would do that, especially in front of someone like Katie, but that just goes to show you how little she seems to worry about nudity. With them out the door, I turned towards the kitchen. I needed some air. What I had hoped would make things easier seemed to make things work. Yet it was hard to be mad or upset after spying Jessie cleaning up the table. I know I go on about her beauty a lot, but there is more to her than that. Like for instance, she was going through with her bet and cleaning up after everyone left. She was so helpful and kind. She went into the kitchen, and I followed. "By the way, thanks Jessie. I mean it's a bit weird, bossing you around, but you're a real sport, you know that," I said. "I really mean it, I love having you over," I said. I was almost trying to tell myself I should be honest with her for once. I wasn't able to make it happen, and turned to my side, unable to look her in the eye. "Of course Miss Megan, anything for you. By the way, I've been meaning to do this," Jessie said as she approached me. I didn't know what was going on, but my naked maid got really close to me. Jessie actually started to embrace me! Without a single word, Jessie had her arms around me. "Jessie..." I said, feeling her bare chest on my arm. She was so close to me, this was something else. "Yes Ma'am?" she asked. Her hands began to slide along the waistband of my jeans. They focused on the button. "What are you doing?!" I asked. Jessie looked at me and smiled. "Why what I'm supposed to do Miss Megan. I am your servant today. I am to perform every task I can to make you happy. I must perform every service that is physically possible for me to do." After a line like that, and her lowering the zipper on my jeans, I didn't know what to do. "Jessie! You, you don't have to do that!" I said in a panic. Yet even though that's what I said, I didn't physically try to happen. I know I said I can speak Jessie-ese, but right now what she said could only be exactly what she said. She started to pull my pants down my legs till they were pooled at my ankles. This was all moving so fast. Jessie was able to stare right at my blue cotton panties. "Miss, please lift your legs," Jessie requested. My brain was on autopilot, and I did as she asked. She took my pants from my legs in moments. I then heard the front door open. "I forgot my phone!" Stacy called out as she came inside. I was right near this little half window that was between the kitchen and living room. Stacy could thankfully not see a single thing below my stomach. "Keep hidden; don't let her know you're here!" I whispered down to Jessie. I just knew that if I didn't say that, she'd give us away. I couldn't believe I was so close to one of my dreams and Stacy had to come and ruin it. "What was that?" Stacy asked. "Oh, nothing!" I said as Stacy began to look around the couch for her phone. "Where's that naked maid of yours anyways?" "Who, Jessie? Um... she's... cleaning the floors and stuff..." Just as I was saying this, I felt Jessie's knuckles against my waist. Her fingers were burying into the waistband of my panties! I tried to give her the evil eye, but Stacy was looking my way, so I didn't want to look down at Jessie suspiciously. "Cleaning the floors? What, are you making her do it with her tongue and that's why she can't say hello to her friend?" I knew it was a bad lie, but there was too much happening. My heart was beating like crazy. Just below me, Jessie was pulling my panties down slowly, as if not to make a sound. Then on top of it, I was scared with how close Stacy was with the "Cleaning with her tongue" comment. I shivered at the thought. I wonder if Jessie would go so far to actually do that, with Stacy there. I didn't know how to stop any of it though. As I tried to mumble out an answer to Stacy, Jessie had my panties at my thighs. Jessie was getting an up close view of my lips and everything. "OH... umm... Jessie was mopping here, but is um... downstairs with the wash now! It's probably too loud to hear you..." "Well, I found my phone, so you behave and do anything with her I wouldn't!" Stacy teased as she turned to leave. Jessie was at that moment holding my hip in one hand, and had a hand on my thigh. My panties had hit the floor, and Jessie was rubbing my thigh and hip. It was such a tease, but it kept me standing. "Bye again Stacy, have fun!" I called out as she left. Jessie had now gotten the panties from my feet. I stood bottomless in the kitchen, her kneeling right in front of my naked lower half. "Jessie... you really aren't going to..." I tried saying. I really couldn't believe this was happening. "What, clean with my tongue?" She asked, having heard Stacy of course. Part 4 Oh my god! I couldn't believe she'd ask me like that. Was I supposed to say yes? Did she just want to hear me say it out loud? Oh my god, I don't know if I could handle that. Yet maybe that's what Jessie always wanted. Maybe Jessie would like me more if I told her to do stuff like that. She might actually be a submissive like she's been playing all day. Jessie began to rise. She started to push my t-shirt up my body. I was wondering if she was going to strip me. "I don't know if you really want me to clean with my tongue. It would take me awhile, and I have a lot of things to do," she explained. Now it was like she was playing hard to get, trying to get me to beg for it. "Well... no... I wouldn't make you do that," I blurted out. I really wouldn't want to make her do it if she didn't want to. "Then in that case," Jessie said, pushing my shirt up over my head. She was quick to get to my bra. I was in such a daze that I hardly had the mind to fight her off from stripping me naked. I wanted that in so many way after all. "I will draw you a bath and wash these for you," Jessie finished. I was suddenly somehow more lost. At least moment before I had thought I knew what was happening. Now I wasn't sure at all. "Wait, what?" I asked. "Well Ma'am, I figured you might like a bath. So I'll take your clothes to be washed and kill two birds with one stone," Jessie explained. Without thinking, "What about..." I was able to stop myself. "What about what?" Jessie asked. She looked me over. I was now blushing as I covered myself. I should have known better. Jessie wasn't at all planning to do anything sexual with me. I couldn't believe how dumb I was. "Oh, you mean clean the floor? Well I though the tongue thing was only a joke, but if you wanted me to clean the floor too I could." I was so thankful for Jessie's ability to completely glaze over stuff sometimes. "No, I don't think they need cleaning. I was just mistaken about something. A bath would be nice." I kept my body covered as I went to go sit down. I would have put up a fit about being so undressed, but after what just happened, I needed a break, and a bath would be nice. So Jessie set up a bath, and set up the laundry as well. She told me the bath was set for me, and I went inside. As I shut the door and made sure I had a towel ready, I tested the water. Jessie had put some bubble bath in, and the water temperature was perfect. I had to admit having someone pamper me had been nice. Then I heard a knocking. "Miss, why did you lock the door? Wouldn't you like me to wash you Miss Ma'am?" My heart went right back to its erratic beat. "No thanks! Just attend to the clothes!" I lay down in the tub, and tried to re-relax myself. However it wasn't long till thoughts of Jessie joining me in the bathroom, bending over so she could wash me... her hands all sudsy, running over my sensitive skin. I was actually quite sensitive. The day with Jessie had been crazy. After all the moments, and all the naughty visuals, and just in general being so close to Jessie, I was a bit on edge in more ways then one. So keeping as quiet as I could, and with the privacy of the locked door, I let my hands sneak to my sensitive spots, running in my head all the things that `could have been'. After my bath, I was really relaxed. I was in a fantastic mood as I stepped out the tub. I dried off with a towel, and put on the robe that was hung up for me. Jessie greeted me, and I was shocked to see her in just the panties from earlier. I suppose she didn't need the apron, and probably figured I wanted her in the panties by way of my instruction earlier. It was funny, a moment before then I felt super relaxed, but seeing Jessie in just those naughty panties was enough to get my heart going again. Jessie had me sit on the couch again, offering her services to me. I thought about it for a second. "Can I ask that Jessie, my friend, comes to hang out with me for the rest of the night?" Jessie then gave one of the warmest smiles I've ever seen. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I could swear I felt something for a moment. I wasn't sure if it was just our friendship or something stronger, but I didn't need to know what it was, I just knew I liked it. "I'd love to," Jessie said as she sat down next to me. It's weird, even though she was still in my embarrassing underwear, nearly naked, the two of us sort of acted as we normally would. I took my fair share of peeks of course. It was hard not to. However at the same time I was a little less stressed out. I definitely prefer Jessie a little more when she's her carefree self. I'll admit there was some definite fun when she was listening to my every demand, but I like Jessie for being Jessie, so it was nice just being friends finally that day, it's all I had really wanted. So that's how most of the night went. We just joked and talked there, watching TV, doing stuff on my laptop, and just enjoying each other's company. Eventually it got late in the night. Jessie and I were pretty tired from how early we woke up. I was going to have Jessie leave, but she started acting as her maid self once more. "No Miss, I must tuck you in, I was to be the maid for the day, so it's not over till I have you asleep in bed," she said. I let her take me to my room. It was embarrassing when she took my robe off, leaving me naked. I normally don't sleep naked, but I wasn't about to argue with Jessie at that point. Once under the covers, Jessie began to tuck me in. It was super sweet, and it really did make me yearn for days where this might be something the two of us do, living together and taking care of each other. "Anything else Ma'am?" Jessie asked. I was pretty tired by that point. Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but I opened my mouth and said, "Well what could you do for a girl naked in her bed?" I was barely awake. It was tough to keep my eyes open. I didn't even really realize what I said; it honestly felt like I was speaking Jessie-ese now. "I don't know... you tell me," Jessie said, a smile on her face. Perhaps it was the fact I was just about out of it, but I could swear there was something more to the way she said it. However my eyes shut, she closed the door, and she went home. The next morning, I had to finish up a few of her chores. There was still the load of wash with her apron in it that I had to handle. The weird thing was though; I think Jessie forgot to give me my panties back. I wasn't able to find them, which was fine. I never planned on wearing them. I also found it funny that it was most likely all she had on while she went home were those panties. That girl really is nuts sometimes. I secretly hoped that maybe I'd see her in those panties again someday. So yeah, overall, a tad stressful for a bet that I technically won. However, at the same time, maybe I should make more bets with her soon. The End

My Prom AfterParty by astuffedshirt_perv I trade my prom dress to role play a slave. This story takes place in a parallel world where non-hereditary slavery exists. What had started as titters during a sleepover had grown over the years into a full-fledged plan. After our post-graduation prom, we would be slaves to the guys for the rest of the weekend. It was hard to tell whose idea it was, as both Jenny and Ash were totally into the idea, Mallory and Bree were interested, while me and Kayla were kind of uncertain. I had had sex with Matt, my boyfriend, but being a 'slave' was a whole new level. I went along anyway, as I didn't want to be excluded. Besides, what is the worst that could happen? It was just role play for a day and a half. One thing we all agreed on, secrecy was absolutely required. Our parents would kill us if they found out, mine in particular. The 'Slavery Act' as everyone called it had been passed a generation ago, and we all kind of knew about it, but only in general. It wasn't discussed in school, so most of our information came from rumors. I suppose I could have looked into myself, but I had a life to live. As it was, I knew more about the law than most, as my mom was almost a full time advocate for its repeal. That's why I could never let her find out what we were planning. Abolitionists like her were convinced that women were being enslaved against their will, but supporters pointed out that no one had ever found a slave who agreed with that claim. Estimates were that approximately 0.5% of the female population had agreed to become slaves, and of course some criminals also agreed. Hey, don't do the crime if you can't do the time. At any rate, the Act was still very controversial. One thing the Act was very clear was that no slaves were allowed around kids under 18. The law was so strict, you couldn't even have one in the same house as a kid. As a result, some of us had never even seen one. I had seen one once on a trip to the city, when she was out in her 'slave robes,' an outfit that bore a striking resemblance to a red burka with the face uncovered. Nonetheless, the concept was there, and I had to admit it did sound kind of hot, not having to study late into the night to keep your grades up, just being at the disposal of a hot, rich master. Not having to think for yourself, just giving in to pleasure. It was not for me, though, I worked hard at school and on soccer, I was driven. I was going to college to learn to help my mom's foundation overturn the law, but I could still see the appeal for some girls. Apparently, 'Slave' parties were a thing at fraternities. Being accused of being 'slave wet' was a slur directed at girls by rude boys, or being told you have a 'slave mentality.' I was grateful that the guys me and my friends were dating weren't immature like that. Matt, my boyfriend, was great and easy on the eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was 20 of course, as were all the other guys in our senior class. Politicians had finally agreed with the research that boys mature much slower than girls, so guys spent two extra years in middle school. The extra years of schooling had finally closed the test score gap between boys and girls and had resulted in near parity in college enrollment. I found Matt so much nicer than boys my age. If I was going to play slave, Matt would be a great candidate for a master. So I swallowed my vague concerns and played along. The existence of slave women resulted in a whole industry catering to free women who wanted to toy with the idea, kind of like a vacation from reality. There were all sorts of different 'slave spas' that offered a variety of different experiences, some pretty harsh, others quite soft. It was the latter kind that Ash booked us into. We lied to our parents, telling them we were just going out for a 'girls weekend' at a resort, when in reality we would be getting slave graded and spending a weekend playing slave. No guys, of course, just us girls and the staff. The spa was actually run by a slave, Sparkle, an incredibly beautiful woman who just oozed sexiness. I'm not even a little gay and I gawked at her. She was dressed in a shimmery red translucent tunic that definitely caught the eye. It was the first time any of us had ever actually met a slave, and she seemed happy with her life. She had been a business executive, MBA and all, before trading it all in to be a slave. Her master had her run the spa while he worked and then...well I guess he used her as he wanted when he got home. She explained that she couldn't 'advise us' to become a slave any more than she could advise us to be straight or gay, that it was something each of us had to decide on her own. While I had no interest in becoming a slave, interacting with her definitely put a new spin on the whole concept. Sparkle told about 'slave haze,' a mental state that a slave slips into when they embrace their slave soul. It happens when you release yourself from your burdens and live to please your master. Everything just seems right and you feel as if doing the bidding of your master is the best idea ever. It sounded kind of weird, but okay. She also asked that we embrace the role we were playing. "It's no fun to just dress up and act normal," she said, "While here, get in the mindset of a slave. Live it, believe it, because in a few days you will be going back to your normal life." It sounded like good advice to me, and I tried my best to imagine that I was actually a slave. Sparkle interviewed us to find out what kind of experience we wanted. Ash wanted to go all out, but Mallory wanted to go easy. Sparkle counseled us that, since it was our first time, we ought to take the easy route, so we agreed. We looked at the brochure and planned out our weekend. Sparkle taught us the basics of slavery, the seven slave poses, including the slave squat. She told us that slaves were to be clean-shaven, no hair below the eyebrows. I had taken care of that already. She taught us that a slave struts with her eyes down and arms by her side. While a master could have his slave do the poses naked, at this spa I did them in my bikini bottoms. Ash and Jenny did them completely naked. We did have to get totally naked once, and standing completely bare in front of my friends was intimidating, but I endured. I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have to do that in front of a guy...I mean master. Or a real slave grader for that matter. So far only Matt had seen my body. We also learned about punishments, flogging, spanking and caning. Other, harsher punishments were mentioned but only in passing. At first, I turned down trying them out, but Ash and Jenny each agreed to get caned. In the end the rest of us tried it also. The caning was done bottomless, and holy shit that stung, fortunately just one strike. I couldn't help but stare at the red welt across my bottom, wondering how in the world I would explain it to mom if she saw it. A big part of the weekend was practicing slave skills. We practiced looking lustfully at our master, rotating the roles of master and slave between us as Sparkle coached. We talked about intimate things, how far we had gone with our boyfriends. So much so I learned that Jenny and Bree had been friends with benefits for about a year. We each got a slave name, and mine was Cummy Cat. The name was based on our own sexual tendencies. In my case, I had admitted I loved the taste of cum, the feeling of a guy cumming in my mouth. Mallory admitted she moaned a lot during sex, so she got the name Moaner, and so on. One of the major skills we practiced was learning oral techniques. We started at a table with a new dildo still in its box. After opening the boxes, we practiced giving blow jobs. The dildos were incredibly life-like, other than being purple, and had sensors in them that could rate how good you were doing. Sparkle gave us instructions, and as we worked we could track our effectiveness on the screen. It was all new to me; previously, when I had sucked off Matt I pretty much just went at it and had gotten no complaints. Discovering there were ways to improve the experience was interesting and I couldn't wait to try it out on Matt. When you were 'successful' in completing your practice blow-job, a bitter vegan fluid was pumped into your mouth. After a few hours I had learned to conquer my gag reflex. The food was wonderful, and after dinner we just hung out in a room that looked a lot like I imagined a harem would look like in the olden days. The only bad thing for me was the night. We were all together in a dimly lit room, giving me no opportunity to relieve the stress that had built up between my thighs. On Sunday we held our graduation competition, where we all got to display our new skills and get graded. Sparkle coached us up, and as we were all smart and competitive girls, we all want to be the best. The final part was a simulation of three different blowjobs. The spa had mannequins with dildos attached so that we could demonstrate our blow job skills. This was done by putting on VR goggles and headphones, which allowed us to 'see' the man we were blowing. While on your knees looking up at the VR generated man you were blowing, it was hard not to believe it wasn't a real man. Different men reacted differently, and you had to adjust your technique based on his reactions, and we had three different scenarios. The first scenario for me was pretty tame, just blowing a guy in a bedroom. The second one was blowing a guy in a library in the stacks. It felt so real, my ears on alert as I listened to hear if anyone was going to walk down our aisle and discover me. The third one really got to me, though. I was on my knees in a crowd at an outdoor concert, blowing a man while others watched and made comments. "Hey, she looks like she loves it!" "What a good slave, take him deep." "No, Dave, I won't, I'm not a slave." "Are you loaning her out?" The VR was quite good and it was almost believable. Finally, when the man 'came,' articulated hands gripped your head as you received your prize. Bree won the final competition, with me coming in second. The memory of the three 'guys' I had blown stuck in my mind. I wondered if I should count them as actual blowjobs, since they looked like real men to me. Then, finally, Sparkle graded us. It was unofficial, of course. I got a Prime Minus, but I certainly wouldn't be surprised if that was inflated. I know I'm pretty, but all of us got a Prime Minus except for Jenny and Bree who were awarded full Prime. Sparkle mentioned that an actual grading is much more intrusive, but I really didn't care. She also said that if you didn't want to become a slave, all you had to do was not orgasm. Failure to orgasm is taken as an indication that you either were not sensitive enough to be a slave or are not doing it voluntarily. I just nodded, it's not like I was ever going to do that. All in all the weekend fueled an interest in our planned post prom party with the guys. This was going to be epic. The plan for the after-Prom slave party was the responsibility of the guys. All we knew was that after Prom finished Friday night, they would whisk us away to start our slave weekend. Asking questions just led to the refrain 'slaves have questions, masters have answers.' It actually did sound like a lot of fun, and I spent many nights fingering myself to blissfulness as I imagined serving Matt like a good slave. I started to really appreciate the fantasy. During our dates I still played it straight, as I was not an actual slave. He had to compliment me, hold the door open, pay for dinner. Afterwards I might reward him, or not if I wasn't in the mood. Usually I was in the mood and I really enjoyed practicing some of my new oral skills on him. Hoping to make him more excited, I got him hot and bothered before I turned him down after our last date before prom. I told him I wanted him to get extra aggressive after prom. Also, I refrained from masturbating in the week leading up to the prom, wanting to be extra sensitive for my...master. One day after class Matt pulled me aside. Apparently the guys had made some sort of bet about which of us girls was going to be the worst at playing slave. Matt actually seemed a bit concerned, even though he wouldn't tell me what he bet. He seemed worried that I would not be able to hold up my end of the deal. I assured him I was all in and that I wouldn't disappoint him. I asked him what they had planned for us and he booped my nose. "Slaves have questions...," he winked and walked away. Prom night finally arrived and the wool was suitably pulled over parental eyes. They thought we were just going to the mountains for a post-prom party, which I guess in a way we were. I was in a blue shoulder-baring gown, hair down like Matt liked it, makeup light but perfect. Matt was dashing in his tuxedo, and the other couples were as lovely. There was a definite sexual tension in the limo as we arrived at the hall that was hosting the prom. The prom was great, we danced a lot, took plenty of pictures, but finally it was time to go. The guys led us out and then, in the first surprise of the night, led us further into the building to another ballroom. Jason brought forth a case and we each took out a collar. I vaguely noticed it was a lot more substantial than the play collars we had used at the spa, but thought nothing of it. A pit formed in my belly as I realized our slave party was starting. We were in a row, the guys facing us, and we gave our little slave speech, speaking it together as we had practiced, committing ourselves to slavery for the weekend, and agreeing to the punishment scale. We handed our dates our slave collars. One by one we were all collared by our new masters. Something clicked in my mind as Matt put the collar on me. I looked up at him and everything just felt different. I was no longer a girl with dreams and ambitions, I was a slave whose only purpose was to please my master. I felt dreamy and turned on despite no longer being in control of my life. Music started playing and we danced again. I smiled up at Matt as we swayed across the floor, and then suddenly I felt him start to tug down my zipper. I tensed and glanced around, seeing Bree's zipper also being opened, revealing her bra strap. A flush washed over me as I felt the zipper finally bottom out. Matt stopped us, and with a shrug my dress fell to the floor. I heard similar rustles behind me, knowing that all my friends were being similarly undressed. Matt looked at me with a smile. "Slave, take care of your dress. Go hang it up." He pointed to a rack across the room, and I gingerly stepped out of my dress before collecting it and clutching it to my chest as best I could. Down to my bra, panties and heels, I had to walk past the other guys, feeling their eyes on my bare skin as I passed. I had picked my lingerie to be seen and to inspire, but I had never considered that it would be seen by so many. After we had all hung up our dresses, the rack automatically closed and locked them away. I gasped at the realization that our slave night really was starting. With an embarrassed glance at the other girls we returned to our masters, now unable to meet the eyes of the other guys as I hurried back. The music started again and I finally looked back at Matt, the feel of his tux against my mostly bare skin reinforcing the power dynamic between us. I felt a little light-headed and absently wondering if I was slipping into 'slave haze.' His eyes drifted from mine, looking out at the scantily clad girls behind me as we danced. My heart jumped again as I felt his hand find my bra clasp, an eager grin on his face as he opened it. The tension released and it fell to the floor. He looked down at my bare breasts for a long moment before speaking the words I feared. "Slave, go put your bra away with your dress." I kept my head down the whole way, eyes glued to the ground, following the panty clad bottoms of my friends. I held my bra against my breasts, trying to shield them from view as I moved between the other guys. I put it in the locker over my dress and glanced at Bree, who looked as red as I felt. I paused before turning around, trying to control myself. I knew better than to cover up, although every fiber of my being desperately wanted to. I was about to turn, but then Mallory covered herself with her hands and ran back, and I followed suit. I dashed head down to Matt, hands covering myself as I ran. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kayla and Bree also running while covering up. I plowed into Matt, huddling against him for coverage, my breath coming short pants from embarrassment. "Slave, what are you doing," he asked. I looked up to him and saw a harshness in his face that hadn't been there before. I stuttered my apology, I knew a slave shouldn't cover up. I dropped my hands and showed my breasts to him, hoping he would be pleased. He wasn't. "Go back to your bra like a proper slave and then walk back here. Do not embarrass me again or you will be punished." I began to mouth a protest but his face hardened even more. It was my first indication that perhaps I had underestimated the boundaries of the weekend. Heart in my throat, I turned around, forcing my arms at my side. I walked to the lockers at a measured pace, noting that all the girls except for Ash were also being sent back. I tried to keep my eyes ahead, trying not to glance at the guys staring at my chest as I passed them. I had walked around topless before, alone of course, but somehow had never` noticed just how much my breasts jiggled as I walked. My face was burning in embarrassment, made worse from the knowledge that my nipples were hard. I touched the locker, took a deep breath, and turned to return to Matt. Looking in his eyes as I approached, he seemed satisfied. "Good slave," he grinned as I returned to his embrace, and I basked in his approval. We danced some more, and then he whispered in my ear the words I was expecting. "Time to get slave naked." As he knelt before me I could see the same thing happening to the other girls, their masters slowly pulling down their panties. I had expected him to have me take my panties back to the locker, but instead he folded them carefully and put them in his pocket. "Now I think it is time to meet the other guests," he said. I was still processing being naked in a large room when he took me by my hand and turned us to face Adam and Mallory. "Adam, how are you doing this fine evening?" he started. My panicked eyes remained on the floor as I curled into Matt, half aware of Mallory doing the same thing. My knees were shaking so bad I thought I was going to fall down. I hadn't even realized I was covering myself with my other hand until Matt stopped me and forced me to stand correctly, arms by my side, back straight, facing Adam. A haze descended over my mind as I stood there, naked and on display as they talked. It barely registered as Matt guided us over to talk to Jason and Bree. For the first time I truly appreciated the term 'slave naked,' standing before fully dressed men while my body was exposed to their eyes. This little game went on until each couple had met all the others. I had no idea what words had been exchanged between Matt and the other guys, I was just silent eye candy. I was so lost in my own world I barely noticed the other girls, probably going through the same hell as me. Matt's gentle caress of my bare bottom jolted me out of my malaise and I looked up to him, still too stunned to speak. "You're doing very well, slave. I'm proud of you. Over here." "I'm proud of you." Somehow I took that statement and held onto it, as if it was the biggest compliment in the world. He walked us over to a pair of tables, and I noticed the other girls were there too. One by one we were helped up, Matt taking a firm grip of my bottom to lift me. "Make me proud," he whispered as he stepped back. I looked down at the guys, acutely aware of my exposure as I stood on the table. "Okay, slaves, slave pose one." I'm not even sure who said it, but ice raced through my veins. Slave pose one. The first and simplest pose, but all I wanted to do was drop to the floor and cover myself. From the corner of my eye I saw Ash strike the pose, then to my left Bree. I took a breath a got into position, fingers laced behind my head, chin level, feet shoulder width apart. Completely exposed. "Moaner, back!" snapped Jason, using Mallory's slave name. Although directed at Mallory, I also arched my back further to stick my chest out more and noticed Jenny adjusting her pose also. One of the guys let out a low whistle, the smiles on their faces evident even though I wasn't looking at them. They nodded as they looked at us, slowly walking around, taking time to study each of our bodies while we stood there like living statues. Like good slaves. Part of my mind was screaming to cover up, but instead I held my pose as some of the guys walked behind us. My legs were trembling and I tried to focus on holding my position. I knew from their position they could see right up between my legs but I couldn't do anything about that without breaking my pose. The guys took their time admiring us, chuckling amongst themselves. "Slaves, slave pose three." I transitioned from standing to bent over in half, fingers on the table between my feet. The change in perspective was dizzying, as now my face was below them as they checked us out. Watching guys look at my crotch was deeply unnerving, but Matt again whispered encouragement to me from behind my head. Frankly, I was amazed I was holding myself together. I wondered if we were going to go through all the poses, but then the next instruction came out "Slave pose two." I sank, having to catch myself after the quick change in orientation. Suddenly my body rebelled, and I couldn't seem to get into position. I fell to my knees, my hands palm up on my thighs as they were supposed to be, but my thighs remained stubbornly clenched together. The guys started to cluster in front of me. I glanced helplessly up to see Matt looking displeased. "Slave, slave pose two!" I shook my head but the look on his face hardened. "Now!" David made a comment on how I was a poor representation of Matt. Somehow my resolve hardened, as I did not want to reflect badly on Matt. I gave in, my knees slowly parting. Finally, I got into position, knees spread wide, hands on my thighs, chest out, wide open for them. The guys wasted no time in looking us over, eyes locked on our most private parts. "Well," quipped David, "At least she's slave wet for you." I almost slammed my legs shut at that comment, realizing it was true. I was wet. Despite everything, I was completely aroused. "Dripping, in fact," Adam agreed. The guys walked behind us and then came back with leashes. Matt clipped a leash to my collar with a severe look on his face and I whispered my apology to him. He grabbed the leash very close to my collar and leaned in, face inches from mine. I was so focused on his eyes that I didn't see his hand move until it stroked my pussy gently. My squeak wasn't the only one. "At least you're slave wet," he growled and then tugged me off the table. We were led over to another wardrobe where leather cuffs were produced, and we were all cuffed with our hands behind our backs. Next the guys covered us in red Slave Robes. At this point I expected to be taken up to a room and thoroughly used. Instead we were led out the back of the hotel to a waiting limousine and ushered in. No sooner were we in than Matt divested me of my robe and pulled me into his lap. One hand was on my breast, the other hand pulled me forward and he kissed me. I dove into our kissing, pouring out my passions through my mouth and tongue, and he reciprocated. My hips were humping the air as I knelt astride his lap, delirious with arousal. Without even breaking the kiss he repositioned me so my back was against his chest, my legs falling outside of his. I was completely on display as he continued to kiss me while caressing my naked body. My hands, still cuffed behind my back, managed to find his thickening cock and tried to stroke it. He broke our kiss and looked out over my shoulder. I followed, witnessing the other girls in the same position as me, lewdly exposed to the eyes of the other guys. I moaned as he fondled my nipples, unable to tear my eyes away from the debauchery going on in the limo. "Now go welcome Sam," he growled into my ear, pushing me off of his lap. I looked at him in confusion, suddenly on my feet along with the other five girls. He gave a push on my hip, eyes already up at Jenny, and I staggered into Sam. Sam caught my hip and guided me down to straddle his legs. He wasted no time in pulling me forward for a kiss and his other hand groped my bare ass. I resisted for a few moments but then gave in, my lips parting to allow our tongues to do battle. I was a slave. I had to please him. His hands roamed my body freely, caressing me wherever he wanted. At some unseen signal the guys traded us again, and then again and again until I was back with Matt. By this time, I was a panting mess. Was this slave haze? Matt pushed me to my knees between his legs and opened his trousers. "I heard you came in second in oral skills. Let's see." He pulled his already hardening cock out and pulled me in with his other hand. I started to suck him, eyes dutifully in his as I worked. A thought flashed through my head—was I going to be passed around again?—and a frisson of excitement coursed through me at the thought, mortifying as it was. The limo filled with the sounds of slurping, the odor of female arousal, and words of encouragement from the guys. I put all my newly learned skills to work as I tried to impress him, even deepthroating him, which earned an impressed nod. I didn't get passed around, instead he let me earn my reward, and he finally came, filling my mouth with his seed. I stuck out my tongue to show him and then swallowed. Matt pulled me up to his lap for a kiss and a cuddle. I hoped he would recover soon and give me the pounding I needed. I was so turned on that I was no longer thinking clearly, but slowly realized that the other girls were also up in their dates' laps. All were naked like me, save for their collar and cuffs. My eyes drifted to see my collar in a reflection. I was his slave for the weekend. I was no longer Christie the honor roll girl heading for college, I was Cummy Cat, and I was his to do with as he pleased. Had he wanted to pass me off to one of the other guys, I wouldn't have any way to complain. Another shiver ran down my spine. I was a slave. I suddenly felt free, free from expectations and dreams. All I had to do was what my master told me. Had I always wanted this? I noticed Jason pulling something out and soon found Matt dressing me in a very revealing red silk slave outfit, over the shoulders to just below my bottom, with a vee dropping to my navel. I was naked underneath and displaying almost my entire body, my wrists still cuffed behind my back. The limo stopped, and we were led out by our leashes into a garage of sorts. When everyone was out, we were led through a door into a hall and then another ballroom. With other people. I instinctively recoiled as my brain processed the scene in front of me. There were people here. Lots of people. Matt snapped my leash. "Behave, slave," he hissed, even as he continued to walk in. I tried to regain my posture and soon we were standing in front of another couple, around our age. Matt greeted the other man and gently cupped my bare bottom. The man was also dressed in a tux, the girl wore a collar and was dressed in slave silk like me, only hers was blue. She was gorgeous and batted her eyes at Matt. I took the cue and did my best to stand proud and smiled at the other guy as Matt talked to him. I looked at the girl. Her nipples were just visible through the silk, as I suspected mine were. I tried to push my chest out a little more. Soon Matt led us to another couple, then another. I couldn't help but compare myself to the other slaves. Sometimes I felt as pretty, other times out-classed. The men did not try to hide their appreciation of our nearly naked bodies. I hoped I measured up. I felt the haze descend on my mind again. I was a slave, being shown off to other masters. I wanted to look the best for my master, to reflect well on him. Another master. Then another. A bell rang. Matt moved me in front of the other master who casually parted my silk to expose my breasts. He nodded in appreciation and I couldn't help but blush, but stood firm, an embarrassed smile on my face even after he pulled it back into place. I was a slave, and my master could let me be fondled. I vaguely noted Matt doing the same thing to the other slave. Matt shook hands with the other guy and then handed him my leash, taking the leash of the other girl. Matt turned to me. "Meet your new master," he said, then walked away with the other slave. I was bewildered, my eyes wide as I watched Matt walk away. My new master snapped my leash without a word and just led me over to another couple. The other slave looked much more serene than I felt. My mind was racing. Had I just been traded? I was a slave for this weekend, but had expected to be Matt's slave. The collar would not come off until Sunday afternoon, I was a slave until then. I had just been traded to another man! I had no idea who he was, only that he was holding my leash and cupping my bare bottom with his other hand. I tried to stand still as this man...no, master...acquainted himself with my rear. Is this how it felt being a slave? Being given to another man? I would have to serve him perfectly. I had no choice, I was a slave. An involuntary shiver settled in into my belly, and lower. So many men had seen my body, and all I could do was smile at them. I was a slave. I glanced at my new master, looking regal in his tux. This time he did not lead me to another couple, just stepped away and pulled me into his arms. "Kiss me," he ordered. I raised up on my tippy toes and kissed him, letting my passion flow out through my tongue. His strength, his power, my weakness, all combined into a potent mix, intoxicating me. The feel of his jacket against my nearly bare skin. The collar on my neck. Long suppressed yearning surfaced. I was his slave. All across the ballroom, masters and their slaves were filtering out. By the time I noticed, the place was half empty already. He led by my leash to an elevator, and presently we were in his room. He let my leash fall and turned me around. "Let's get a better look at you," he smiled, uncuffing me and then he took a seat on the bed. "Strip." I recalled the lessons from the slave spa and began to dance to a tune in my head, easing my garment off as seductively as possible. His eyes glowed in appreciation. My back to him, the tunic fell to the floor, and moments later I followed. I then crawled over to him, looking up from between his thighs, eager to please. The lessons I had learned at the spa on how to look lustfully at your master were pointless: in my slave haze the lustful looks I was giving him were completely genuine . He gave a subtle nod and I fumbled with his pants. I could feel his hard throbbing cock beneath the fabric. I opened his zipper and drew down his boxer shorts, marveling at his cock, his growing erection. I kissed the tip of his dick, then licked it like a lollipop, staring up into his eyes as I wrapped my small hand around his dick. His cock was thick and my fingers didn't quite meet when they encircled him. My eager mouth strayed further. I licked the length of his rigid shaft, from his head to his balls. Finally, I drew him into my mouth, pressing my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head and then twirling around it. I pulled the air out of my mouth, applying all the suction I could. He smiled a sigh of satisfaction, and I leaned ahead, taking his full cock deep into my throat. I settled into a rhythm, looking into his eyes as I sucked his cockhead, then taking him all the way into my throat. His hands reached out to control my head as I worked, doing my best to please him, trying to read his signals. Finally, one signal was unmistakable as his hands tightened on my head. Moments later I got my reward as he grunted and my mouth filled with his bitter, delicious seed. I opened my mouth to show him and then swallowed, scooping a drop that had escaped back to my mouth. "Fuck, you're good," he grinned appreciatively. He tucked himself back into his pants. "Dance for me." I smiled as I complied, his eyes on me as I tried to communicate my need to him through my dance. He stood and walked around me, appreciating me from all angles. I was high on lust, my entire body tingling. I was a slave, desperately trying to please her master. My heart jumped as he began undressing, eyes still on me. I turned, mentally urging him on, watching his face in the mirror. He was staring at my bottom and I did the best I could to wriggle it suggestively. It seemed to work. Down to just his trousers, he seized me and threw me on the bed, pouncing on me an instant later. He kissed me and I kissed him, totally surrendering to my master. A small voice in the back of my head wondered if I should be a bit more cautious, but it was loudly overruled by my desire. Besides, I had been working hard all year, it was time to enjoy myself. Right now, that meant embracing my role as a seductive, brainless slave girl. "What are you, Cummy Cat?" he growled into my ear. "Your slave, sir," I moaned in response. The answer seemed correct. He had shucked his pants and pushed into me as I made my declaration, legs spread wide. A few strokes later he had slammed his way completely home, filling me deliciously. Then he really started to fuck me. Fast, hard thrusts. I seemed to let myself fall away, like my brain was leaking out of my pussy. Sex had never been this good. Perhaps I had been repressing myself? I came just from being fucked, shivering as I held on to him, his pace not slowing. He flipped me over and mounted me from behind, smacking my ass and grabbing my hair. He pulled my head back; I was just a helpless toy as he pounded me. "What are you, Cummy Cat?" he growled into my ear. "I'm a slave, sir," I moaned in response. "Again!' "I'm a slave! I'm a...slave!" I cried, climaxing again as I declared it. My collar beeped three times. My orgasm raged on and on, reaching a new crescendo as he came inside of me, his hot cum coating my inner walls. We collapsed to the bed, breathless, exhausted, as I continued to shake. Darkness swept over me and I fell asleep in his arms. It was still dark when he woke me, hard and ready to use me again. Despite my soreness, I was immediately awake and aroused, and he mounted me with no difficulty. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he fucked me, and to my amazement I was racing to another orgasm. "You are going to make an amazing slave for some master," he whispered in my ear. I heard him, protesting in the back of my mind, but started to come again. All my concerns were washed away in my release, amplified by his. We fell asleep again. This time I was awakened by a knock on the door. "Answer it, Cummy Cat," he said as he nudged me. "Room service." Naked, and still half asleep, I stumbled out of bed. I frantically lookedaround for something to cover myself with, but found nothing. "Answer the door, slave," he ordered. Deciding I had no choice, I answered the door, peeking out carefully to see the waiter. "Room service," he said, and pushed in the cart. I was now naked and trapped between the door and the room service guy! He stopped and turned to leave, but paused to study me. I covered myself as best I could, letting go of the door, which promptly swung shut. I frantically reached out to catch it, exposing myself again. Basically, I had one hand to hold the door and one hand to cover myself, which just wasn't enough. He patiently waited until I settled, arm across my boobs. "Will there be anything else?" "No...sir," I stuttered. He looked me over once more and then walked out. I closed the door and let out a humiliated groan. I scampered back to bed, only to be stopped by my master. In the harsh light of day, now fully awake, the situation was surreal. Here I was, naked, in the hotel room of a man whose name I didn't know, role-playing master and slave. I couldn't help but cover myself again. "Slave," he sighed, "Position two." Our eyes locked for a moment and then I dropped to the floor, knees apart, hands palm up on my thighs, back straight. I was shocked at how easily the movement came. Here I was, exposing all my charms to a man I didn't know. But, that man was my master. It felt right to obey, and I quietly reassured myself it was only for another day. "Yes master," I replied. "Is my slave supposed to cower in the presence of a guest?" "I...no sir. I'm sorry, sir. I...I'm still getting used to things." "We'll discuss your punishment later. Right now I am hungry. Feed me." And so I did. We ate, frolicked, and played. Then we took a shower. He took me again, bending over, his hard cock pounding me as the showerhead pelted my clit. He talked dirty to me, telling me what a good slave I was, and my release was once again monumental. I came so hard I collapsed, and we finished on the floor. When we were done, we dried off and went back to the room. He put me on the room's rolled arm chair, one leg draped over each arm, my legs spread lewdly. "Play with yourself, but don't come. I want you nice and wet for me." "Oh, I'm slave wet for you, sir," I smiled, doing as he bid, watching him get dressed. He then opened his laptop and began working. "Did you say you were Prime Minus?" he asked. "Yes sir, have I not been pleasing?" "Oh, you most definitely have." "But it wasn't a real grading, it was just at a spa." "Oh, interesting. So I'll have to schedule that." "What?" "To get you properly graded. It's required for sale." "For sale?" "Why yes, you're a slave, and I can't keep you, much as I would like to. I'm not that rich yet." "But...you mean like tonight?" The absent thought of me, naked on a stage in the ballroom in front of the other men as they bid on me raced through my mind, thrilling me. The finger circling my clit sped up at the idea as he studied his screen, lost in thought for a minute. "No, it takes longer to schedule things. Probably next week, so I'll have some time to enjoy you." "But tomorrow this is over, and I will go home..." He looked at me, puzzled. "You're a slave now, Cummy Cat." My confused look must have shown. "Last night, you declared yourself a slave and came. The collar detected it and locked." "What?" I gaped. I was still rubbing myself, until the realization of what he had said sank in. I reached up and tugged fruitlessly at the collar. "You're a slave now, Cummy Cat." "No, I can't be!" I exclaimed. "What would my mom think?" "You're an adult now, you make your own decisions." "You're kidding, right?" "Really? Come here," he said, standing. I walked over to him, still tugging on the collar. He turned me to face the mirror. "See these three green LEDs? They illuminated when you declared yourself a slave and then locked when you came." "But, but, but...I can't be a slave, I have to go to college!" "Some masters send their slaves to college," he shrugged. "No please, I can't be a slave, please!" I pleaded and then panicked, yanking furiously at the collar. "Whoa, easy there. I guess you didn't know about collars?" "What? No, please! Please, I'll do anything, please!" I fell to my knees, looking up at him, begging him not to enslave me. "I'll do anything, let's just pretend it didn't happen! I didn't mean it!" "Cummy Cat, no. It's out of my hands, really, the collar is locked. It sent your enslavement information out already. I'm just the lucky guy who gets to profit from you." I became somewhat hysterical. Finally, he took pity on me. "They did say that if there is a problem, there is a guy on station that we can talk to." "Yes, yes please! Please talk to him." He took me over to the bed and then cuffed my wrist to one corner. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Well, I'm going to step out to get the guy, can't really leave you here in your current state. You might hurt yourself," he explained as he cuffed my other wrist. "No, I'll be good, I promise!" "Hush, Cummy Cat, it's for your own good." Moments later my ankles were also restrained, leaving me naked and spreadeagled on the bed. He then placed a blindfold over my eyes. "Are you going to need a gag?" I was about to say no, but as I opened my mouth he pushed in a ball and tied it behind my head. Next, he caressed my helpless body while talking softly to me, reassuring me that he would try to help, soothing me. Finally, he put earbuds on me and the gentle sounds of waves lapping was all I could hear. I felt him stand up, and then...nothing. I was utterly helpless, alone in my tiny world. I wasn't even sure if he had left, how would I know? Time began to stretch and my mind wandered. I found it odd that I wasn't really panicking. I felt strangely at ease, despite my fate being now in the hands of a stranger. I hoped my master could find the man and allow me to go home, not become a slave. What would my mom think? I envisioned how I must look, naked, spreadeagled, my hairless pussy on display, helpless on the bed. I nudged my chin down, feeling the collar around my neck. I imagined my master had already returned, and he and the man were looking at me. Maybe he brought in a couple other guys? I slipped into a fantasy of being a slave, tied to the bed at a frat house, waiting for the first of my night's lovers to join me. I drifted further, thinking about getting sold, naked in front of dozens of men, all bidding on me. Being forced to pose for them, to dance. I wished I could touch myself, I was getting completely turned on. I thought about being purchased by a rich, young man, who would take me with him on business trips to use my body every night. Being gifted to other men as a way to seal the deal. Getting used over the conference room table, the city outside the window. Helpless, all I could do was lay there and wait as these nasty thoughts filled my mind. Finally, midway through another fantasy of getting fucked, who knows how much later, I felt a breeze. Moments later the bed creaked and then the earbuds were pulled off. My blindfold was lifted and I opened my eyes to see an older man, like my father's age, dressed in a nice shirt, appraising me. My master stood off to the side. The man looked terribly important, and he placed a hand on my upper thigh. I whimpered in humiliation. I couldn't help but blush at my exposure to yet another man. He turned to my master. "Could you get us a towel, please?" He then busied himself with undoing my gag. By the time he had finished, my master had returned with a towel from the bathroom, which he draped over me. I was grateful for the coverage, scant as it was, and I thanked him. "I understand you are having some difficulty?" "Yes sir," I said. "I can't be a slave." He reached up and held the collar. "Your collar says otherwise." "It was a mistake, I didn't know it was real. I was just getting into my role!" He paused, collecting his thoughts for a moment, a mildly amused look on his face. "Hm. Be that as it may, you are in an official collar. Why did you change your mind?" "I...I mean I don't know?" I scrambled, trying to explain. He nodded. "I'll have to examine you." He turned to my master and motioned to me, and my master pulled the towel off of me. The man fondled one breast and then toyed with my nipple, then repeated it on my other breast. He lowered his hand and then casually slid a thick finger into me. I gasped in pleasure. He slid it out and then back in, this time with two fingers, his thumb resting on my clit. My hips spasmed, a bolt of pleasure running through me. "Well, you certainly are slave wet," he remarked. "Please, I'll do anything," I begged, barely holding back a moan. "Anything? Even agree to be his slave?" "I...I mean, anything to not be a slave. I don't want my mother to find out." Having him touch me while my body was ludicrously sensitive was not helping my thought process at all. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he reached for my collar with his other hand. "Interesting," he mused. "It looks like the collar did not complete the upload." "What does that mean?" I asked. "Well...," he said, leaning over to his bag on the floor, "it means that there was an error." He retrieved a device from his bag and deftly manipulated it with one hand, his other hand occupied by and occupying my pussy. He held it near the collar. "Yes, the upload did not happen. It means, dear, that as of now the only people who know you are a slave are in this room. Odd." "Can we keep it that way?" I begged, my hips squirming again. He sighed. "Well, the collar is locked. If you leave the room, the upload will happen. I guess we are in a dead spot?" he asked himself, looking around. "Can the collar be removed?" I asked. He paused for a moment in thought and then nodded. "Please, take it off!" He paused, undecided. "Please," I begged. "I...I'll pay you?" This led him to crack a smile. His eyes wandered down my naked body. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, insisting on grinding on his hand. "You...um...I can give you a blow job?" He shook his head with a small grin. "While I would love to take you up on your generous offer, the thing is, I can't. My license could be revoked for tampering with a locked collar." "Please?" I whimpered, actually approaching a climax while I tried to convince them. "But, actually, the procedure is somewhat simple with the right tool." He held up the device again. "And, clumsily, I am going to gather my things and go to my room, but forget my PAK-12 here. Where anyone," he gave a knowing look to my master, "could be convinced to use it." My head snapped over to my master, who was staring at the man in surprise. The man nodded and slowly pulled his fingers out of me with a squelch, leaving me empty and right on the edge of a massive orgasm. He licked his fingers clean and then showed my master how to manipulate the device. Then, with one last look at my body, he turned to leave. "I'll be back in about ten minutes, to get that thing I forgot," he said, and left the room. Silence filled the room as I looked at my master, still staring at the device in his hand. He finally looked at me. "Will you unlock the collar?" I asked. "Well, um..." "Please?" "I...I'll lose out on a finder's fee," he said firmly. My heart jolted, realizing that my fate was now it this stranger's hands. I knew I had little bargaining power. His eyes drifted across my nude body. I seized what little power I had. "Please, we'll keep it just between us. I'll be your fuck toy all summer." That seemed to get his attention. "How about this, since I don't actually live that close. You'll role-play as my fuck toy, my slave, for one year. I'll come down to visit you a few times in college, but other than that you'll be on your own." This sounded like the most wonderful deal imaginable! It was my one way out of this predicament. I readily agreed, promising to be the best fuck toy ever. He added another condition, I wasn't allowed a boyfriend. For this he agreed to take the collar off and keep my secret. At the end of the year he would destroy all the evidence. "This is probably the worst financial decision of my life," he muttered, and pressed the appropriate keys. My collar beeped. He smiled at me and then removed it from my neck. I was elated, relieved, but also extremely turned on. "Fuck me, Sir," I moaned, eager to show him my appreciation, rocking my hips for him. He quickly undressed and then untied my ankles. He hooked his arms under my legs and mounted me. I groaned as he entered me, my needy pussy finally full. In no time I was racing to a long-denied climax. There was a knock on the door and the man came in again. I looked at him with dazed eyes, caught in the moment. "Forgot my PAK-12," he smiled, taking it from the bed beside me, his eyes drinking in my body, my breast jiggling with every thrust from my master. He turned to go. "Hey, you want to get your blowjob now?" my master asked, still pounding me. It sounded like a brilliant idea to me, a way to pay back the two men who had rescued me. I nodded in agreement. In a moment I had been untied and placed on all fours. My master remounted me from behind, and the man fed me his dick, taking control of my head. They worked both ends of me, and my long awaited orgasm finally crested. My frenzy raged on and all as they rutted on me, holding up my limp body, using me for their pleasure. My master finally roared, cumming deep inside my pussy, and it took all the focus I had left to finish off the man in my mouth. Fortunately, he did not take too long and I received my reward, swallowing it as best I could. I collapsed face forward, utterly spent. "God damn, you would have made an excellent slave," the man sighed, patting my head. A wave of darkness swept over me, and I fell asleep. *** Six months later *** I knelt in my dorm room, facing the door, wearing only my slave tunic. My master would be here shortly. I was already dripping in anticipation, weeks of celibacy priming me for this moment. I took another deep breath, hoping he would use me immediately, knowing his plans for me were his alone. My mind drifted back over the past few months. I had kept my secret, and as far as I knew, so had my master. Even amongst us girls, I had told no one, just giggled and shrugged when asked about that weekend. Most the other girls did too, though Ash loved going into detail. I had broken up with Matt right away, acting indigent at how he disposed of me, but it was all a show. I was trapped in a new relationship and was no longer allowed to have a boyfriend. College had been tough, tougher than I expected. Considering the requirements my master bound me by, I mostly stayed in and studied instead of partying, but still school was tough. An endless series of demanding deadlines, always feeling behind. I had just completed midterms, and they were absolutely brutal, the preparation as well as the test. Seeing my master was like a vacation, Thinking back on in, every time he visited was like a vacation. It was like I loved being his slave. The though struck me like a lightening bolt: I loved being a slave? Am I really a slave at heart? The door opened and my heart fluttered as my master entered. Enough of thinking for me, now was time to please my master. I smiled in genuine happiness.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 24: Monday Brad poured himself another cup of coffee and looked at his phone. Katie was not down yet, and he really should head to work soon. He was starting to walk towards the stairs when he saw her coming slowly down the stairs. She did not look good. Her hair was a mess, and she was moving really slow. He sat down at the table and watched her pour a cup of coffee and then sit down. “Got home a little late last night?” Brad said and took a sip. “Brad, I am so sorry. I sort of lost track of time.” Katie said and held the warm cup in her hands. “I figured; sorry I was out when you got back. I tried to stay up.” Brad said. “I am really sorry; I will make it up to you tonight.” She said and smiled at him. “So, are you going to tell me about it?” Brad said and she took a deep breath. “Are you sure, you don’t have to go to work?” She said. “Honey, the next best thing to watching you get fucked by Aaron is to hear about it so my schedule can wait. I will message Alex to cancel my 8:00.” Brad said and took another sip of coffee. “You know you are an amazing husband.” She said. “Yes, I know. How far did you get into his apartment before he fucked you the first time?” Brad said and leaned back in his chair. She chuckled. “Not very far. First, I hung my panties from the rearview mirror after we dropped off Madison. I am always so worked up after her visits and now with Sam involved it is even worse. He played with me all the way to his place, I came once in the front seat and was pretty close to another when we got there.” She said. “Panties on the rearview mirror, nice touch.” Brad said. “Yeah, so we walked into the apartment, and I put my phone down on the table. He walked up behind me, and I felt his hardness on my back. I felt bad for him, the little devil straddled him while she kissed him, and I saw her grinding on his cock. He was like steel. I reached around and felt him through his pants. He pushed me forward onto the table, and I laid there. He flipped my skirt up and put his hands between my legs. I was so wet he slid his finger into me easily. It felt nice.” She said and took another sip of coffee. “I may have to cancel my 9:00 as well.” Brad said and she laughed. “He shoved that monster into me, and it went in like butter, I was so wet. I felt him push against my ass and then he grabbed my hips and started to punish me. He was slamming into me over and over, it was marvelous.” She said and she felt a shiver run through her. “I can see that. I do love it when he doesn’t hold back.” Brad said. “Yeah, this was raw fucking. He did not last long and filled me. I realized then that I would have to stop this for a while if you were serious about having a baby. Were you? Serious?” She said and looked at him. “Yes, if you feel you are ready, I am as well. I love what Madison has brought out in you; you are going to be a wonderful mother.” Brad said. “Good, because when I realized that last night, I told myself I was going to get my fill of that cock. I decided I was going to fuck him until he threw me out. So, after he finished at the table, he helped me up and he got us some beers and we sat on the couch. We talked about Madison for a little while and I saw his cock pushing against his pants. I stood up and took off my shirt, bra, and skirt. He watched me closely and his cock was now really hard. I knelt and took off his pants. When I pulled off his underwear, I grabbed that massive black cock and started to do my magic.” Katie said and smiled. “You are still the queen.” Brad said and Katie giggled. “So, I sucked him for a while and then I climbed into his lap. I sat down on that massive tool, and it felt like it was in my stomach. You know I love that position, I held onto his shoulders and started moving up and down slowly. It felt so good, I could move my hips, so he touched places that didn’t get too much action. It did not take me long to cum, I sat on his lap and vibrated through an orgasm with that log buried in my body. He held me until I stopped shaking and I laid against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a few minutes.” She said and got up to get another coffee. “You know you will have to help me before I leave, or I may hurt Alex when I get to the office.” Brad said and she laughed. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, I like Alex, and I will need someone to fuck Aaron until we are pregnant.” She said. “I am pretty sure it won’t take long; I think I will be really good at breeding.” Brad said. “Really, so have you bred many women?” Katie said and sat down. “No, but I have practiced a lot and the idea of putting a baby in you is enough to keep me hard constantly.” Brad said. “Relax cowboy, I have to get off the pill first and it may take a while for my body to get back to normal.” Katie said. “When are you going to stop?” He said. “I have 2 pills left in the cycle; I will stop after that. You know one of the side effects is increased libido. Your dick may fall off.” She said. “I am up for the challenge. Okay, you are sitting on Aaron’s cock, I am assuming you are not done.” Brad said. “Nope, so I sat on him for a while, he stayed hard in me. I put my hands back on his shoulders and started to bounce again. I was pulling most of the way off him, so the strokes were long and deep. My legs started to get tired, so he grabbed my hips and held me in place as he pounded me from below. I had never felt that before and I felt myself getting worked up again. He held the rhythm for about 5 minutes and then he dropped me and pushed me down, it felt like his cock was in my chest. I felt him shake and I knew he was filling me again. I collapsed on him.” She said. “Baby, I will never get tired of hearing and seeing this.” Brad said and rubbed his cock. “I love you. You do know most husbands would not sit there and listen to their wives tell them about fucking a black man multiple times.” Katie said. “Yep, and most men would not be worthy of you.” Brad said and Katie smiled. “I am going to suck you dry in a few minutes. I may call Alex and warn her, you are going to be thinking about this all day.” She said. “Yeah, that might be a good idea.” He said. “Where was I? Oh yeah, on the couch. Well, we both needed to rest then so we went into his bedroom and fell asleep in his bed. I woke up and started rubbing his cock. I moved down so I could get a closer look and watched it get hard as I stroked it. It was a magical sight. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I told him I needed him to fuck me hard this time and his eyes lit up. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs. He was kneeling and stroking his cock. My pussy was leaking as I watched that. He moved forward and then slid into me slowly. I gasped as that huge thing split me again. He pushed all the way in and then he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. He started fucking me nice and slow and I was now losing my mind. I think I screamed at him, and he grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest. He was fucking harder now, and it felt like he was going to drive me through the bed.” Katie said and took another sip. “God, that is so fucking hot.” Brad said. “Yes, it was, and it got better. He pushed my knees into the bed and now he was drilling straight down into me. I had never felt that much power, it was like a bookcase was falling on me over and over again. I tried to take a breath as he pulled out because it felt like he was knocking the breath out of me when he drove down. He fucked me for a long time, this was the one that messed me up. I had trouble walking after that, I am still a little sore. Fortunately, he came before he broke me and then he fell over. He apologized for at least 10 minutes, and I tried to tell him I was alright.” Katie said. “Son of a bitch, are you ok now?” Brad said. “My hips are sore, and my pussy is still a little swollen. He wasn’t even done yet.” Katie said. “What? No way. Four times?” Brad said. “If you remember our little devils sucked four orgasms out of him on Saturday.” Katie said and Brad tried to remember. “Wow, I guess I didn’t realize. That is superhuman. Honey, I can’t do that.” Brad said and she got up and sat in his lap. “I don’t want you to do that. Women don’t need to get fucked four times in a day. I will be happy with two times.” She said and he laughed. “As long as Madison is not around, I should be fine. What happened next?” He said. “Ok, so now I am thinking we are done. We got up and got dressed. I was walking a little funny and he felt bad. He got me a beer and we sat at the table and talked. He opened up about Madison and told me how he felt about her wanting him to fuck her. We talked about her issue with Barr and both of us totally understand.” She said and she saw Brad lower his head. She grabbed his head and looked at him. “Don’t do that. She does not blame you. She understands what she did, much more than a 14-yr-old should. The only issue she has is that she can’t come to terms with him being the only one that has done that to her. She can only see him when the topic comes up or she thinks about it. It will take time for her to get over it, but she will. She loves you and actually she told me she was glad you were there and you helped her through it.” Katie said. “Yeah, it will take me a while to get over it as well. I see her face as he took her, it is burned into my brain.” Brad said and Katie hugged him. “Do you want to hear the rest, or have you had enough?” Katie said. “I am curious about how he was able to recover again.” Brad said. “Well, I may have had something to do with that. I made him tell me everything she did to him in the front seat, she really is a little vixen. So, he was talking about that, and I felt myself getting a little worked up again. That little girl is going to drive us all insane. I started to tease him a little and then I went to the refrigerator to get some more beers. I bent over and told him I couldn’t find them, and I may have used my little girl voice. The next thing I know he is behind me, and he drove that cock into me again. I grabbed the counter as he was ripping into my sore pussy. The soreness went away temporarily as he fucked me, and I moved my hand down and found my clit. I was close, and I came hard as he pounded me. He came soon after that and he had to hold me up.” Katie said. “That has to be the hottest thing I have ever heard.” Brad said. “He had to carry me to the car and then he carried me into the house and put me in our bed. Good thing you are a heavy sleeper. He had to take off my clothes and put on my nightgown. You didn’t wake up and I was glad, I smelled like cum, and I was a hot mess. Not that it is any better now but at least everything dried up.” She said and he kissed her on the cheek. “I love the way you smell, even when you smell like sex. I was awake last night; it was incredibly hot to see a huge black man bringing my well-fucked wife home and putting her in bed.” Brad said and she hit him on the arm. “You could have said something.” Katie said. “What, no way, you smelled like cum.” Brad said and she stared at him. “You are a weird, weird man.” She said. “Can I go to work now, or did you fuck him again after he put you in bed?” Brad said. “Not yet, I have some work to do.” She said and slid off his lap and onto her knees. Katie unzipped him and fished his cock out of his pants. She swallowed him and took him into her throat immediately. She pushed hard and smashed her face against his crotch. She heard him moan. She pulled back slowly, loving the way it felt as he exited her throat. She kissed the head and swirled her tongue around him as her hand moved slowly up and down. She knew this would not take too long after that story. She ran her tongue down his shaft and then back up and swallowed him again. As she pulled back and the head was still in her mouth he fired a huge load, filling her mouth. She swallowed all his seed, the same seed that would put a life into her in a few weeks. She wondered what that would feel like. The excitement was overwhelming, she really could not wait. She cleaned his cock and then put it back where she found it and zipped him up. “There you go, all clean and ready to go.” She said and put her head on his leg. “Ok, honey, I really need to go.” He said and she looked up at him. “I can’t get up, can you put me on the couch?” Katie said and he picked her up immediately. He carried her to the couch and laid her down. He felt bad but he had to admit it was exciting to think of why she was sore. “Honey, do you want me to stay home?” Brad said. “No way, you will sit around and want to fuck me all day. You need to go to work and let me rest. Feel free to use Alex to blow off some steam, don’t come home all horny.” Katie said and he hugged her. “I love you.” He said. “I know, can you bring me a cup of coffee, the remote, and my phone?” She said and he scampered off to the kitchen. He really was a great man, and she was very lucky. Funny how she never really saw that until a few weeks ago. Their lives seemed so much fuller now and she knew exactly why as she remembered the long dark silky hair that she loved to brush. Brad brought her all her stuff and kissed her. He left and she picked up her phone. “Hello.” Aaron said. “Good morning, you need to get over here. I can’t move after yesterday and I figure you put me in this situation so you can come over and take care of me. Also, don’t even think of sticking that thing anywhere in me. I am sore all over.” Katie said. “Yes, ma’am. Do you need anything?” Aaron said. “Nope, just a foot rub at the moment.” Katie said. “Be there in 15.” Aaron said. “Thanks.” She said and hung up. She closed her eyes and thought of black cock and babies. Madison woke up and stretched, she looked at her clock and saw she only had a little while to get ready. She jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Her shower perked her up and she walked back into her room wrapped in a towel. She was excited for school today, her weekend with Sam had her feeling good. She remembered some of the things she said and felt a tingle in her body. She pulled out her green lace bra and panties. She sat on the bed and slipped her panties up her legs. She loved the way they fit. She dropped the towel and put on her bra. She walked over and looked through her closet. She pulled out a red plaid skirt, Mr. Thomas would like this. She grabbed a white shirt and carried them to her bed. She put on the shirt and then the skirt, tucking in the shirt. She stood in front of the mirror as she brushed her hair. She put it in a single pony and opened two buttons on her shirt. She remembered what Katie had said but it would stay at two for now. She grabbed some socks and went downstairs. Her daddy was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed and drinking coffee. He was reading the paper. She sat in the chair at the table. “Good morning, honey. You look nice today, very traditional.” Henry said and she giggled. “Yes, very catholic schoolgirl today. Is it ok?” She said and slipped on a sock. “Baby, you would look cute in a paper bag. It looks great.” Henry said. “Thanks daddy, you look nice today too.” She said, slipping on her other sock. “Yes, I was going for traditional businessman today, did I pull it off?” He said and she giggled again. He loved starting his day with that laugh. It would be a good day. “You definitely did. I have practice today; coach is going to be a little nuts since we will be at Jefferson Saturday. I am not sure what time I will be home.” She said. “That is fine sweetheart, If I get tied up, I will pick something up for dinner. So, your day with Jordan was good yesterday?” Henry said. “Yes, it was cool. She is really sweet, and her friends are cool. I was nervous at first because they are all seniors, but they turned out to be a lot of fun. Jordan wants to hang out again on Tuesday.” She said and popped some bread into the toaster. “That sounds great, honey. It is cool that you are making friends at another school. Will it feel weird running against them after hanging out with them?” Henry said. “You know, I hadn’t thought about that. Josie is the only other one that runs the 5K, but she runs in the middle of the pack. It will be weird running against Jordan now, I always considered her the enemy but now it feels different.” Madison said and carried her toast to the table. “I bet when that gun goes off you will go into compete mode.” Henry said. “Maybe so. Are you ready for your meeting?” Madison said, remembering that he was meeting with Mr. Barr today. His mean face ran through her head. “Yes, sweetie, they said he was tough, but I think I am ready.” Henry said. “You will do great daddy.” Madison said. “Thanks baby. I have to get going, you have a great day at school, and I will see you this afternoon.” He said and kissed her on the forehead. “You have a great day at work, daddy, I love you.” Madison said as he walked to the door. “Love you too, baby girl.” Henry said and walked out, closing the door behind him. “If you have trouble with Barr, I can just let him stick his cock in me again.” She mumbled as she finished her toast. She put her plate in the sink and grabbed her backpack. She unbuttoned the third button and slung the backpack over her shoulder. She locked the door and headed over to see her favorite neighbor. Barry Jones sat on his swing and thought of Madison’s wonderful tits. They were frozen on his computer screen at the moment. He was looking forward to going back in and staring at them again after he experienced the real thing. He saw her leave her house and start to walk over. The schoolgirl look was strong today, he knew it would be nice when he watched her get dressed, but it surpassed even his expectations as she walked up onto his porch. “Good morning, Mr. Jones. Where’s Roscoe?” She said, putting down her backpack and giving him a nice look at teenage cleavage and green lace. “He is sleeping in; his new medicine wipes him out. He will be ready and raring to go this afternoon.” He said as she sat on the swing. He loved the way her thighs looked in this skirt. “That’s too bad, I love his energy in the morning. You will just have to make up for it.” She said and smiled at him. “I am not going to lick your legs and jump into your lap.” Barry said and she laughed and leaned back in the swing, her skirt pulling up more. “Mr. Jones, you are so funny. Thank you for making me laugh, it feels good.” She said. “At your service, my princess.” He said and she laughed again. It was a special laugh and it made him think of his wife. “I am going to need some hot chocolate this afternoon. I am thinking practice will be hard today.” She said and opened a fourth button on her shirt. He saw her entire bra now and a little of her cute stomach. She sat up and smiled at him, her legs dangling off the swing. “Um, you know sweetie, I will make you hot chocolate just because you ask.” He said and she frowned. “You don’t like my bra?” She said. “That is not what I said, it is lovely, but you don’t have to show it to me to get chocolate. I am not complaining though, it is a very pretty bra.” He said and she giggled. “You are funny, you have seen me in my bathing suit and that is actually smaller, but I can see it in your eyes how excited you get when you see this.” She said and opened her shirt more. “You are right, it is funny but that is beautiful, and I will never get tired of seeing it, no matter how many times I see you in your bikini, which is also very beautiful.” He said. “I love you Mr. Jones, you make me smile and feel good.” Madison said. “I love you too Madison, you make me feel good as well.” Barry said and realized how true that was. She stood up and moved in front of him. He looked down at her and she was precious, her shirt hanging open, that skirt, those legs and those cute feet. She was a vision. He drew in a breath when she climbed onto his lap and put her arms around his neck, looking at him. Her eyes were bright, and her lips seem to be pulling him towards her. She moved forward and kissed him. He felt her tongue slide into his mouth and move against his. He put his arms on her sides and held her. “You are a great kisser.” She said as she pulled back. “You are too.” He said and wondered how a 14-yr-old was so good at kissing. She crawled off him and stood between his legs. “Mr. Jones, can you button my shirt?” She said. He reached forward and buttoned the fourth and third buttons on her shirt. He straightened it out and just a hint of cleavage was showing but none of the bra. It was just as hot even without the bra being visible. “You don’t want anyone else to see it?” She said. “Nope, it is all mine.” He said and she giggled. “Ok, sounds good to me.” She said and picked up her backpack. “Have a great day, Madison.” He said, still feeling her on his lips. “You too, Mr. Jones, I will see you this afternoon.” She said and turned to walk down the porch. He watched her walk across his yard. She looked back at him once more as she reached the sidewalk and walked out of his vision. He sat and thought of that amazing bra and that cleavage. Why was that so hot when he had her bare breasts on his computer screen? He did not know but he decided to just roll with it, touching his lips with his finger. He stood up and was looking forward to filling another Kleenex. Madison got to Sam’s house and waited at the end of her walk. She looked around and saw a few people out in their yards. There was an older lady working in her flower bed next door. Too bad Sam did not have a Mr. Jones. She looked back at the door and Sam was not there. She walked up onto the porch and knocked lightly. The door opened slightly, and she saw half of Sam’s mom’s face. “Madison sweetie Sam’s stomach is bothering her today. She will not be able to go to school.” She said softly. “Ok, Mrs. Simmons, tell her I am thinking of her and will talk to her later.” Madison said. “I will definitely do that. You have a good day, sweetheart.” Sarah said. “Thanks, you too, Mrs. Simmons.” Madison said and she closed the door. She walked off the porch and passed the car in the driveway as she made her way to the sidewalk. Madison walked to school, missing her friend, wishing she could have told her all about Jordan and her new friends. Now she was just walking in silence. The walk seemed longer than usual but she made it to school. Mr. Thomas smiled as she walked into first period, she said hello to him as she passed his desk. He looked like he was already excited. She slid into her seat slowly and had to separate her legs a little as she put her books in her desk. She saw him looking and it gave her a shiver. Why was that so exciting to her? She wondered when that happened. She had been in Mr. Thomas’s class all year but only started noticing him looking at her the last few weeks. She felt like the week at the Thompsons opened her eyes. She wondered if he had been watching her all year. Now she wondered what other teachers had been watching her. The bell rang and she struggled to get her books out of her desk, fortunately for Mr. Thomas this resulted in her legs separating a little bit more than usual and a pretty pair of green lace panties filled the eyes of Hank Thomas. His cock was hard as steel after watching the little teen temptress all period. He wondered if he was not actually teaching anymore but just going through the motions as he looked at those lovely thighs. “See you at lunch, Mr. Thomas?” Madison said as she walked by, and he nodded. Second period flew by as Madison daydreamed. She did not worry about this class; she had a 99 average, and it was just so easy. She took the period to think about her new life. She thought about Katie first and how happy she was when she was with her. She did not like the idea of only seeing Katie on the weekends. She then thought about Aaron and his huge cock. Would it actually fit inside her if he ever changed his mind? She was afraid it might really hurt. Mr. Barr’s cock was tiny, and she was pretty sure he did not prepare her for Aaron at all. She remembered the feel of his cock in her hand and thought about it between her legs. She shuddered at the thought, but she needed him to try. She heard the bell and slowly walked to third period. This class was also easy for her, she was not sure what her average was, but she was not worried. She looked at her teacher and he was a young guy with frame glasses. He would be a nerd if he was a student, are there adult nerds? Superman wore those kinds of glasses, and he was not a nerd. She chuckled when she looked back at her teacher, he was no Superman. He was not looking at her at all, he either sat behind his desk or was writing on the wall. Maybe all the teachers were not looking at her, that made her feel a little better. She was not as oblivious as she thought. The bell broke her daydreaming again. She grabbed her backpack and walked back to Mr. Thomas’s room. He was sitting at his desk working. He looked up when she walked in, and he smiled. She put down her backpack and pulled a stool over. It was about the height of his desk, and she crawled up on it. She knew her legs would be at eye level. She saw him struggling not to look but she kept her legs closed. She pulled out her lunch and sat it on her lap, spreading her legs a little to balance her sandwich. “Mr. Thomas, how was your weekend?” She said and he was forced to look at her. “It was fine Madison, I had to grade a lot of papers.” He said. “Did you grade mine?” She said and took a bite of sandwich. “Yes, in fact I did.” He said and looked back down after catching a glimpse of those cursed green panties. “You didn’t hand them out, what did I make?” She said. “I think it was an 80.” He said and pulled out a paper, handing it to her. “Mr. Thomas, I don’t like making an 80, can I do some extra credit to bring up the grade?” She said. “I don’t know, what kind of extra credit could you do?” He said nervously. She looked around the room and he looked between her legs. “Do you have any errands or work I could do in here that would be worth a few points?” She said and he swallowed. “Well, my desk drawer is stuck. I have put in a work order, but I have been waiting for two weeks.” He said. “I can do that, what is wrong with it?” She said. He rubbed his forehead and wondered if he was writing his death warrant, or at least his jail sentence. Those fucking green panties were clouding his judgement. “I think something is jammed, I would crawl under there, but I don’t fit.” He said and rubbed his large belly. Madison giggled and it somehow made him feel better. “I am small, I can fit under there. Let me finish my sandwich.” She said and took another bite. “Ok, that would be a great help, I have some stuff in there that I really need.” He said. “Cool, so how many points is that worth?” She said and he smiled. “You are quite the negotiator, aren’t you?” He said. “Well, you know I would do it for nothing but a few points on that test wouldn’t hurt. But if you don’t feel right about it that’s ok.” She said, finishing her sandwich and collecting her trash. “5 points for trying, 10 if you fix it.” He said. “Deal.” She said and jumped off the stool. He stood up and she saw he was excited. His pants showed his cock, it looked relatively big but not near as big as Aaron’s. She wondered if that was fair to measure everyone by Aaron. She smiled that she was able to get him excited and walked around the desk. “It is the bottom one on this side. I think something is stuck in the roller. You will have to scoot under, I will get a towel, so you don’t get dirty.” He said and walked to his cabinets. Madison looked down and was happy the drawer was the opposite side of the door. She was pretty sure that when she scooted under the desk her panties would be very visible. At least she wouldn’t be flashing anyone in the hallway. He walked over and spread out a towel. “If you lay down on that you can scoot under, and you won’t get your clothes all dusty.” He said. She chuckled and thought of another way she would not get her clothes dirty, but she didn’t think Mr. Thomas was ready for that. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Sam was right, she was different now. She was thinking of taking off her clothes in Mr. Thomas’s classroom. She sat on the towel and laid down. Her head was on the towel, and it was big enough, so her butt was also on it. “Ok, here goes.” She said and she bent her knees and pushed herself under the desk. Mr. Thomas watched the young girl slide under the desk. She had to bend her legs so she could push herself. Now she was under the desk all the way to her belly. Her legs were still bent, and her skirt fell down to her waist. He was staring at her panties and her bare legs. Her legs were spread a little, so he saw her mound. He was able to look closely at the panties and he saw that they were a little shear. He was pretty sure her pussy was smooth, he felt like he would see hair if there was any. His poor cock was about to burst. “Mr. Thomas, there is a piece of paper jammed in here. Can you get me some scissors?” Madison said. “Sure, hang on.” He said and grabbed his scissors. He knelt and saw her looking at him. He held the scissors out and she grabbed them. “Thanks, I should be able to get it with these.” She said. He saw her struggling to clear the paper and her legs moved around as she tried to get leverage. This caused her legs to spread a little more and he was mesmerized. He could not believe what he was seeing. Her legs were really pretty but seeing them wide open and those pretty panties right there was beautiful. He tried to burn the image into his brain and then he saw his phone on his desk. His brain screamed no but his cock was in control. He picked up the phone, hit the camera app, and hit record. “Mr. Thomas, I almost have it.” She said and he heard a grunt. Her legs moved again, and he saw her pressing with her feet against the floor to get leverage. Her thigh muscles flexed and that made this even hotter. He was looking forward to watching this recording on his big screen television tonight. Yes, that would be awesome. Her legs spread a little more and he took a deep breath. “Got it.” He heard her say and her legs relaxed. He saw her trying to get out. He was still recording. “Mr. Thomas, can you help me? Can you pull the towel?” She said and he knelt between her legs. He moved the camera as close as he could without her seeing it. He stopped the recording and grabbed the towel. To grab it he had to bend down, bringing his face within about a foot of her crotch. He paused and then started to pull slowly. She came out and was now looking at him as he was kneeling between her legs. She smiled and sat up. He stood and helped her to her feet. She straightened her skirt and then brushed the back to get any dust off. She turned around. “Mr. Thomas, do I have any dirt on my back?” She said. He stared at her wonderful ass and those legs. “Nope, clean as a whistle.” He said. “Thanks, so try the drawer.” She said and he scurried around. He pulled the drawer and it opened easily. She clapped. “So, Mr. Thomas, was that worth 10 points?” She said. “Yes, Madison, that was worth 10 points.” He said and she smiled. She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She stepped forward and hugged him. “Thank you for letting me eat lunch in here. It is a lot more fun than that cafeteria.” She said. “No problem, Madison, you are welcome anytime. You can be my personal fixer.” He said. “That sounds like fun. I will see you tomorrow.” She said and turned to walk out. “Goodbye Madison.” He said and she waved. He sat at his desk and wondered when he could watch the video. He looked at the clock and grabbed his phone. Madison walked to fourth period and thought of Mr. Thomas’s face when he was between her legs. She was pretty sure he took a picture of her panties; his phone was in a different place when she stood up. So now maybe there would be a picture of her panties on Mr. Thomas’s nightstand. She smiled and felt a little shiver when she thought of that. The rest of her classes flew by, and she paid attention in only one of them. Science was hard for her, and her teacher was no fun. She looked like she was 100 years old and was constantly frowning. She was glad that class was over, it was harder today without Sam. She was in that class with her and helped her get through class in addition to learning the material. Sam was very good in science. She reached the dressing room and went in. It felt strange being by herself, she so rarely was. A few of the other girls talked to her when they noticed Sam was not there. They were sweet. She thought she ran well, but coach pulled her aside halfway through practice. “Madison, how do you feel today?” Coach Wilson said. “Fine coach.” Madison said. “Good, you ran a great race on Saturday. I was very proud of you.” Coach said. “Thanks Coach, you and Sam helped a lot.” Madison said. “Well, you did the hard work, you have been running so good. I think you may have a chance to finish good at state.” Coach said. “Really? I am just a freshman and there will be a lot of great runners there.” Madison said. “I think if you keep running the way you have you can finish in the top ten. I am not sure there are many freshmen that have done that.” Coach said. “Wow, that would be awesome.” Madison said. “State is in three weeks; we have the meet at Jefferson and then district. The Jefferson one will be a challenge, their team always runs strong on their own track. District should not be too bad, your times lately have you easily in the top 3.” Coach said. “Thanks Coach, I will be ready.” Madison said and ran off down the track. Coach Wilson watched her run off, he knew she would be challenged this week. Jefferson was very tough on their home track. He liked her chances at district if she kept up her times. State was a different story, if she finished top 10, he would be very pleased. He had never had a runner finish top 10 in state in anything and now he was looking at this tiny freshman as maybe being his first? He scratched his head and walked back towards the shotput guys. Madison ran her last few laps thinking about Jordan and her friends. She was looking forward to running against them this week, she thought it would be more fun now that she was friends with them. Then she thought of Sam and hoped she would be ok. Then Mr. Barr and his slimy hair crossed her mind and she immediately thought of Aaron. His face crossed her head and then his cock, she felt a tingle between her legs. Would it fit? She was hoping she would find out soon. Madison took a long shower; her muscles were really sore. Coach was really working on endurance; she had run more laps today then she ever had. She felt the warm water rolling over her tired body and she just wanted to stay there. Sam wasn’t here so there was no hurry. She thought about Mr. Jones sitting on his swing and waiting for her. She felt sad today without Sam, maybe Mr. Jones would cheer her up. The hot chocolate would definitely make her feel better. She turned off the water and walked back to her locker. Most of the girls were gone, she heard a couple of girls from the next row and then she saw them walk out. She slipped on her panties and then pulled out the rest of her clothes. She could not find her bra or her socks. She finally found her socks and then turned to see if her bra was mixed up with her other clothes. She heard movement and stood up to see a huge black janitor standing at the end of the aisle, looking at her. She froze as she stood there in just her panties. She felt her nipples harden and then she put her arm over them. “I am so sorry miss, I thought everyone was gone.” The janitor said and held his arm over his eyes. “It’s ok, I took a really long shower, I will be finished in a minute or so.” Madison said. “Ok, I am sorry, very sorry. I will be in the hall.” He said and walked quickly out of the locker room. Madison stood there for a few seconds, holding her stiff nipples. He looked very embarrassed, but she felt a little shiver running through her. What was wrong with her? Shouldn’t she feel something other than excitement that a man saw her practically naked. She sat down and slipped on her socks and shoes. She snapped on her skirt and then slipped on her shirt. She could not find her bra, so she decided she didn’t need it for the walk home. She thought of the last time she did not wear a bra home, she wondered if it would rain again. She buttoned her shirt, leaving the three buttons open. She looked down and without a bra the insides of her boobs were definitely visible. She grabbed her backpack and pulled it out of her locker, her bra fell to the floor. She grabbed it and shoved it in her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She walked to the door and wondered if the man was outside. She looked down at her shirt and figured he had already seen her boobs, so it really didn’t matter. She pushed the door open and saw him immediately. “Miss, I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He said and she saw his eyes. They looked terrified. “It’s ok, really. It was a mistake.” She said and touched his arm. He flinched. “My name is Madison, what is yours?” She said and he looked at her with a confused look in his eyes. “Joshua.” He said softly. “Hi Joshua, it is nice to meet you.” Madison said and took his hand. She felt him squeeze her hand softly. “Nice to meet you, Miss Madison. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Joshua said. “Joshua, it is really ok. You have already seen most of me so if it happens again there would be nothing new, right?” Madison said and now he looked really confused. “Ok.” He said softly. “Have a good night, Joshua, I will see you tomorrow.” Madison said and dropped his hand. She turned and walked out of the door. He watched her until the door closed. Joshua Sulley was going to see those little titties in his dreams tonight. Madison walked home and thought about the janitor and his face when he was looking at her. He saw her boobs for sure and also her panties. Those same panties that all the teachers worked so hard to see. Joshua got to see them completely and her boobs as a bonus. She was looking forward to seeing Joshua tomorrow and see if his eyes had that familiar look. She saw Mr. Jones’ house and him sitting on the swing, suddenly aware of her breasts bouncing slightly behind her shirt as she walked. Barry Jones watched his cute neighbor walk across his lawn and noticed immediately that she was not wearing a bra. He saw her young boobs moving behind her shirt. Unfortunately, there was no rain so all he could see was movement, but his imagination could fill in the rest. She walked up on his porch and over to him. She put her backpack down, confirming her lack of bra. He saw most of her boobs as she bent over slightly. She sat on the swing and started taking off her shoes and socks. “How are you, Mr. Jones?” Madison said and looked up at him, her shirt falling open slightly. “Good, how was your day?” He said and tried to look at her face. “It was long. Sam was sick so I was sad today.” She said and sat up on the swing, her bare feet swinging. “I am sorry, is she ok?” Barry said. “I don’t know, all her mom said was that her stomach was bothering her. She doesn’t have a phone so I can’t even text her.” Madison said, her face sad. “I am sure she will be ok; she is a strong girl.” Barry said, trying to cheer her up. “Yeah, I hope so.” Madison said. She turned and put her feet on his lap. Barry looked down to see two incredibly cute feet with ten pink toes. “Mr. Jones, will you give me a foot massage. Practice was really hard, and they are so sore.” She said. “Absolutely, I will do my best.” Barry said and grabbed her right foot with both hands. He slowly squeezed and rubbed on the small foot. “Oh, that feels so good.” She said and closed her eyes. She leaned back and Barry looked up her skirt to see those beautiful green panties. “Do you have a big meet this weekend?” Barry said. “Yes, we are at Jefferson and coach is very worried, so he is being very hard on us.” Madison said, her eyes still closed. “Jefferson, hmm, that girl should be motivated to beat you at her home track.” Barry said, running his fingers between her toes. “Her name is Jordan, and she is my friend now. We hung out together at the mall yesterday.” Madison said. “Really, that is interesting. How do you feel about that now? You have been racing against her hard for the last three weeks.” Barry said, moving to her left foot. “I don’t know. Daddy says that I will forget everything when the gun goes off. I guess we will see.” Madison said. “That will be interesting, I can’t wait to see it.” Barry said and she opened her eyes. “Good, you are coming.” Madison said. “Yes, baby, I will be at everything. Aaron said to call him, and I plan on taking him up on that.” Barry said, pulling gently on her toes. “Thank you, Mr. Jones. You are a great friend and a good foot rubber.” Madison said. “Thank you, would you like some hot chocolate?” Barry said and she looked at him. “I do, but I don’t have a pretty bra today.” She said and held her shirt open slightly. He could see half of her boobs. “I see that, what happened?” He said. “I couldn’t find it after my shower. It fell out of my locker when I pulled out my backpack and I was already dressed.” She said. “Well, that was a fortunate turn of events, at least for me.” Barry said, nervously. “Mr. Jones, do you like me without a bra?” Madison said, the evil smile returned. “Yes, I do. I like you no matter what you are wearing but I do prefer the no-bra look.” Barry said and she smiled. “You did like it that day when it rained, and I got wet twice.” She said. “Yes, that was a good day.” He said. “It didn’t rain today.” She said and moved her fingers to her shirt. “No, it did not.” He said, his eyes focused on her small fingers as they played around the buttons on her shirt. “Are you sad?” She said and he saw her unbutton the fourth button. Her shirt opened more, and she pulled it gently. He saw her nipples appear. “Madison, you don’t have to do that.” Barry said, trying to stay calm as he saw her firm nipples appear. They were beautiful and much better than on a computer screen. “I know, but I really like hot chocolate.” She said and smiled, holding her shirt open for her neighbor. “Well, you look to be paid in full. I would like to sit here for a little while longer, I have some feet to finish rubbing. She chuckled. “Mr. Jones, you are bad.” She said and leaned back, closing her eyes. Barry Jones rubbed on the cutest feet he had ever held in his hands and stared at two of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen in person. He tried to remember what his wife’s boobs looked like when she was young, and they were pretty close to what he was looking at now. He smiled at his good fortune. Madison leaned back in the swing. She was loving the foot rub and she loved the look in Mr. Jones eyes as he looked at her breasts. She figured it was the day for her breasts to be out since Joshua got a good look at them in the locker room. Mr. Jones was so cute, and he was really good at foot massage. She figured she could sit here as long as he wanted. She took a deep breath. Barry talked himself into going inside. It was a tough argument, but he was actually starting to get a little worried since he had a 14-yr-old topless girl on his porch. He was pretty sure his bushes provided good coverage but now that the thought crossed his mind, he was nervous. He finished with her feet and touched her leg. “Madison, we should go inside and get that chocolate before your daddy gets home.” He said softly. She opened her eyes. “Ok.” She said and took her feet off his lap and turned to stand up. She held out her hand and he took it. His little devil of a neighbor walked into his house, pulling him along. She sat in a kitchen chair and watched him make the hot chocolate. “Mr. Jones, something happened in the locker room today.” Madison said and he turned to look at her. “What happened, are you alright?” He said, suddenly worried. “No, nothing like that. I was getting dressed and one of the janitors walked in. He thought everyone was out.” She said and she saw his eyes get big. “What did he see?” Barry said. “Pretty much what you are seeing. I only had my panties on.” She said. He took a deep breath as the scene flashed across his brain. “How do you feel about that?” Barry said. “I don’t know. I feel like I should have been embarrassed but it was kind of exciting. He was very cute; he was apologizing a lot.” Madison said. “Is that why you did what you did today?” Barry said. “Maybe, it feels the same now. Am I weird?” She said. “No baby, you are not weird. You just have to be careful.” He said. “What do you mean?” She said. “Well, you are safe here, but some people could get the wrong idea and want to hurt you.” Barry said. He saw her face get sad. “Oh, you are probably right. I guess I was lucky the janitor was a nice man.” She said. “Yes.” He said and she looked at him with her head leaning on her hand. He walked over with the hot chocolates. “Thanks Mr. Jones. For the chocolate and the talk.” She said and took a sip. He noticed her shirt was still open, most of her breasts visible. “You are welcome.” He said. “So, I need to make sure I am in a safe place with nice people.” She said. “Yes, sweetie.” He said and she smiled. “This place meets both of those.” She said. “Yes, it does, and it always will.” He said. “Good.” She said and drained the rest of her drink. Barry liked watching her throat move as she swallowed. Everything about this girl was cute. She stood and walked over to him. She crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs. “Mr. Jones, do you think my boobs are pretty?” She said and he looked down. “Madison, everything about you is pretty, your boobs included.” He said, continuing to stare at them. She chuckled. “Can you stop staring at my boobs so I can kiss you?” She said and he looked up. She leaned into him, and he felt her lips meet his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he put his arms around his young neighbor. She kissed him deeply for a few minutes. He remembered the makeout sessions from high school and this felt a lot like those. He never thought he would experience anything like that again, especially with an incredibly cute 14-yr-old. Madison crawled off his lap and stood next to him. He looked a little flustered. She looked down and he was excited like Aaron and Mr. Thompson. She thought about helping him, but she was not sure. She did not want to mess up this friendship. She looked back at him. “Mr. Jones, can you help me with my shirt again?” She said and he nodded. “Isn’t it funny how your shirt seems to always need fixing at this house.” He said as he buttoned her up. “Yes, it is weird. Good thing you are here to help me.” She said and chuckled. “Yes, I will always be here to help you.” He said and straightened her shirt. She looked down and saw he had only left one button open. “All yours?” She said. “Yes ma’am.” He said and she giggled. He followed her bare feet back out to his porch. She picked up her socks and shoes and her backpack and walked into him. He put his arms around her and hugged her. “I love you, Mr. Jones.” She said, her face against his belly. “I love you too, Madison.” He said. She walked down his porch and across his yard. He was amazed at the change in his little Madison. He was not complaining by any means, but this was very interesting. He walked back into his house and grabbed his box of Kleenex. His cock was rock hard and all he could see were those cute little tits. Madison walked into her room and dropped her backpack. She felt warm and she pulled off her shirt. She dropped her skirt and jumped on her bed. Her fan was blowing softly, and it felt nice. She rubbed across her nipples, and they were stiff. Joshua and Mr. Jones saw her boobs today, why did this excite her so much? She felt a shiver in her panties, and she slipped her hand inside. Her pussy was warm and wet. She slid her finger between her lips and remembered when Aaron did that to her on the front seat. Madison closed her eyes and rubbed her warm pussy. Her other hand rubbed across her nipples and pinched them. She tried to imagine Aaron doing this to her, he had actually done this before. She remembered what his fingers felt like. She slid her finger inside her pussy, and it was soft and wet. Would Aaron’s huge cock fit in here? She hoped he changed his mind soon. She really wanted to look up and see his face as his cock slid into her. With her eyes still closed, her fingers slid through her wetness and up to her button. She ran her finger around it and her nipples felt like they got harder. She pinched one and pulled, she heard herself gasp. She rubbed on her button, and she felt her body start to stiffen. She screamed as the orgasm hit her small body. She let herself go and she was bouncing on the bed as her body shook with pleasure. She rubbed and pinched to try and prolong this feeling. She saw Mr. Jones, Aaron, and then Joshua. She whimpered as the orgasm hit another level and the pleasure ripped through her. She felt her body start to recover and she pulled her hand out of her panties. Her nipples were still stiff but not as sensitive. She laid her arms at her sides and took deep slow breaths. Her body shivered a couple more times as she laid on her bed. Henry walked in and did not see Madison. He figured she was upstairs doing her homework. He put his briefcase in his office and walked up the stairs. He walked down the hall and Madison’s door was open. He looked in and she was sitting at her desk with her laptop open. She looked up and saw him. She was wearing one of his t-shirts which on her was a dress. “Hey daddy, how was your day?” Madison said. “It was great baby. My meeting with Barr was really good. He is very pleased. He was very impressed with you. He said you and Brad were great negotiators and he would never have signed if not for you two. I have to admit I was very proud as he talked about you.” Henry said, crossing the room and hugging his daughter. “That is good, daddy. I am glad he is happy.” Madison said, trying to stay calm as Barr’s evil face and slimy hair filled her head. “What do you want for dinner?” He said and looked at her. She smiled at him. “Pizza, it is. I will order and meet you downstairs.” Henry said and walked out. Madison looked back at her homework, and she could not focus. Barr talked about her. Would he tell her daddy what she did? She didn’t think he would. She pulled her legs up and hugged them. She could feel him again between her legs. She closed her laptop and put up her homework, she would not be able to think about Math tonight. “Hey, sweetheart, finish your homework?” Henry said as Madison walked down the stairs and plopped on the couch. “I didn’t have very much.” She said, not really answering his question so she wouldn’t have to lie to her daddy. “Pizza should be here soon, wanna watch a movie?” He said and she nodded. Maybe that would distract her from worrying about Barr. Henry picked a comedy that they had seen before, and he knew Madison loved. She seemed down tonight, and he wanted to hear her pretty laugh. He saw her smile when the movie came on, good start. The pizza arrived and they ate in the living room. Henry was able to hear his daughter laugh a lot, albeit most of the time through a mouthful of pizza, which made it even cuter. He was happy she was laughing and hoped he had helped her through whatever was bringing her down. He did not like seeing her sad, he saw it all too often after her mom left and he did not need to see it anymore. “Daddy, thank you so much for the pizza and the movie. It was nice.” Madison said as she picked up his plate. He watched her as she walked into the kitchen in his old t-shirt. He was amazed at how cute she could be in a worn-out old shirt. She walked back in the living room and stood next to him. He turned and she hugged him. He felt her firm breasts on the side of his head as she wrapped her arms around him. He had never noticed that before and his head was struggling to come to terms with his little girl growing up. She broke the hug and kissed him on the forehead. “Good night, daddy. I am really tired.” She said. “Good night, sweetie, have a good sleep.” He said and she walked up the stairs. Madison felt her phone buzz as she got to the top of the stairs. She looked at the screen and it was a text from Jordan. She smiled as she read it. “Hey, did you have a good day?” Jordan texted. “Yes, you?” Madison texted back. “Not bad for a Monday. It is always tough getting up on Monday.” Jordan texted. “Yeah, me too. You don’t have many more Mondays until you can pick your own classes.” Madison texted and then crawled into her bed. “True. I can’t wait. No more 8:00 classes for this girl.” Jordan texted. “LOL, I have a bunch more ... ugh.” Madison texted. “Why do I feel like you don’t mind getting up early?” Jordan texted and Madison smiled. “Guilty, sorry. I am much more of a morning person.” Madison texted. “I figured, I can’t picture you looking ragged and tired.” Jordan texted. “You would be surprised, I look kind of ragged and tired right now.” Madison texted. “It is too early to be ragged.” Jordan texted. “There is a reason I don’t mind getting up early. I am not a night owl; I am already in bed and about ready to pass out.” Madison texted. “You may grow out of that.” Jordan texted. “Maybe. What do you want to do tomorrow?” Madison texted. “Not sure yet, do you like animals?” Jordan texted. “Yes, I do.” Madison texted. “Cool, my uncle has a farm and I need to drop something off to him. I thought I could pick you up on the way and we can hang out there for a while. He loves giving tours.” Jordan texted. “That sounds like a lot of fun.” Madison texted. “Good, I will pick you up around 4:00.” Jordan texted. “Ok, I will be at my neighbor’s house, I usually hang out with him until my daddy gets home. He is next door.” Madison texted. “Ok, see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” Jordan texted. “Thanks, good night.” Madison texted. She curled up under her covers and held her phone. She felt better after talking to Jordan. She did not see Barr’s face anymore. Now she saw Jordan’s sparkly eyes and thought of Josie and the rest of her friends. She felt a little excited to go to a farm, she did love animals. She thought of what kind of animals she might meet as her eyes closed.

Maragana Girl by EC Chapter 11 � A partial reprieve for Eloisa Kim spent the middle of March confronting the emotional turmoil that resulted from Cindy's trip. Without realizing what was happening until it was too late, she had long since passed a point of no return. She couldn't go back to her old life. Kim expected the first crisis from her decision to hit about 48 hours after she said goodbye to Cindy. Sure enough, two nights after her sister left Kim's parents called her, in hysterics over the result of Cindy's trip. Cindy's decision to support Kim's desire to stay in Upper Danubia only made their parents more irate. Both girls had completely lost their senses. Why wouldn't she want to come home, even with the tough transition that awaited her? Kim's father was adamant. "Well, we're filing, no matter what you want. You're coming home and I'm going to knock some sense into you." Kim asked her Spokesman to call her parents. He seemed to have a better ability to reason with them than she did. Dukov decided to talk to Mrs. Lee, since she seemed to have a greater understanding of how messed up Kim was. Dukov spent nearly two hours carefully explaining why Kim thought staying in Upper Danubia was her only realistic option. He played on her drug use, knowing that her mother had been appalled when she found out what her daughter had been doing in Europe with Tiffany and Susan. At last Kim's mother agreed that if she wished to stay in Upper Danubia, perhaps it was best to not pursue the effort to overturn her sentence. If nothing else, it would keep her clean and off drugs for two years. With that both Kim's mother and Kim's sister worked to change her father's mind. In the end he decided to wait and not file anything for the time being. Kim's decision ended up saving her parents a lot of money and heartbreak. Later that year her father's lawyer was arrested for fraud. It turned out he specialized in promising the parents of young American adults jailed overseas that he could get their convictions overturned. He collected vast amounts of money, but did not successfully pursue a single case. He finally was caught in Peru, relaxing at a beach resort when he was supposed to be in Lima working on securing the release of two Americans arrested for terrorism charges. The Peruvian government extradited him to the United States for trial. One result of the lawyer's arrest was that Kim's father never questioned her judgment again. ---------- There was no question Criminal # 98945 had made the right decision in requesting that her sentence not be challenged. Still, it was a horrible feeling to think that she had burned a bridge in her life. There truly was no going back. The finality of what had happened frightened her. Images drifted through Kim's mind, the most vivid of which was that of an enormous set of steel doors, far larger than anything that could have existed in real life, slamming shut behind her. That huge set of steel doors, now bolted and rusted solid, stood between Kim and everything she had ever known in the US. The only reality she could ever know from this point on would be her life in Upper Danubia. Kim knew she was being overly dramatic. Of course, at the end of her sentence, she would be free to do what she wanted, whether that be to stay in Europe or return to the United States. Still, the feeling that the person she had been just a year before was completely dead continued to fill her thoughts. As March progressed and the trees started to bud out, she wrote at length about her feelings. She wrote actual poetry, not just essays, about the deep philosophical issues that surrounded her situation and what she thought about her life. Kim shared her thoughts during the reading sessions at the Socrates Club. As she stood in front of her fellow criminals, reciting her emotional journey in her accented Danubian, she wondered what her friends from high school would have thought if they could have seen her. Here she was, in an old building standing on an old stage, naked and with a collar on her neck, talking about her philosophical view of the issues affecting her life. A year ago she had been sitting in the smoking area behind her school, drinking with Tiffany and Susan out of soda bottles spiked with ever-clear. Most definitely the Kimberly Lee of today was not the Kimberly Lee who appeared in her senior high school annual picture from the year before. Dima ended up writing several songs for the group based on some of Kim's thoughts. One of those songs, titled "The Wall that Divides My Soul", later became extremely popular throughout Europe, and ultimately a signature song for the entire group. ---------- Kim's life faced even more changes as April started and the Danubian springtime began in earnest. On April 1 Danube City's 2,200 criminals lined up in front of the Central Police Station to return their winter capes and boots. At the moment she turned over her clothing, Kim pulled off her criminal's number 98945 from the Velcro patch on the back of her cape and held it up to the clerk, who verified that Criminal # 98945 had returned the property lent to her by the government. After the capes were turned in, the criminals bantered with each other and posed for group pictures in the main plaza. They joked and smiled as they held up their numbers for the cameras. For some reason the returning of the winter capes was a customary time criminals posed for group pictures, perhaps because it was a time of the year they all were gathered in one place. Kim posed over and over with Sergekt and his friends, all 28 of them, plus several girlfriends and boyfriends who had ended up as part of the group in the same way Kim had joined, by dating one of the members. Kim had to resolve the dilemma about her work situation. She loved her job at the music store, but she also had promised Victor Dukov to return to his courier service as soon as the weather warmed up. Kim wanted to return to making deliveries for Victor, not just because of her promise, but also because she wanted to put her mountain bike to good use. It was Sergekt who came up with the best solution. "Why not just keep both jobs? You can work each part time, for example, ride for Victor Dukov Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and work the rest of the week at the store. That would get you out on your bike exercising and at the same time make everyone happy." Kim approached both her bosses with the idea, making each of them understand she had a commitment to the other. In the end Kim went with Sergekt's suggestion. She delivered messages for Victor Dukov on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. She worked at the music store on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, the days Eloisa usually liked to have rehearsals or performances after work. Kim's work-week thus was split between working outdoors and indoors. Because each day she did something different, Kim never was bored with either job. Kim moved about quickly throughout Danube City on her mountain bike as she delivered Victor Dukov's messages. She went everywhere within the collar zone, now that her ability to speak Danubian allowed her to make deliveries and ask questions as easily as any other member of Victor Dukov's staff. She became a familiar sight in Danube City, the naked Maragana Girl on her fancy bicycle, yes, the same one who was singing with Eloisa and her group of ex-students. Kim now spoke to Victor Dukov in Danubian instead of English. Over the winter she had become fluent in speaking Danubian and now spoke the country's language better than Victor spoke English. That was not entirely a good thing for Kim. She no longer could hide behind claiming that she did not understand something when her boss got unpleasant with her. Victor was his usual self, in spite of the fact Kim was doing him a favor by coming back to work for him. However, Kim understood Victor actually liked her a lot and that his unpleasantness was simply a part of his personality he couldn't change. Kim enjoyed riding, a task made much easier now that she had a proper bicycle. She loved the feel of the cool spring breeze and the warm sun on her body. She loved the sight of the pleasant streets and parks of Danube City as she whizzed down the tree-lined avenues. She loved her mobility, and the fact that every so often she could drop in at Sergekt's caf� and say hello to him at work. On the days she delivered messages, Kim rode herself to exhaustion, knowing that the following day she would be at the music store and could rest her body. By the end of the spring, Kim was in great shape, with her muscles toned and her body evenly tanned from the hours spent outdoors on her bike. ---------- April ended with the group becoming depressed again. Four months had passed since their last switching. They were due to be switched again on April 25, more than two years since their original crime. Once again they faced the prospect of being marched in chains to their old school and humiliated in front of the current students. On April 24, the day before the switching, Eloisa showed up to work with her pubic hair shaved off, as did the other three members of the group of ex-students who were working at the music store. Of course the main purpose of shaving was to prevent the humiliation of being shaved by the police, but there was more to shaving than just that. Over her time in Upper Danubia Kim had learned that it was customary for a criminal who faced being switched to shave the day before the punishment, instead of the day of the punishment itself. It was an unwritten part of the entire punishment ritual that a criminal announce to the world that he or she faced punishment by appearing in public shaved the day before. There was no formal requirement that criminals make such an announcement, nor even that they shave at all. However, the criminals of Danube City had their own subculture with its own traditions and protocol, which included proper behavior for those facing the switch. Part of that proper behavior was to be shaved 24 hours before the punishment itself. Kim planned to spend the evening with Sergekt. They would go to the Socrates Club and rent an "intimacy room", since tonight probably would be the last night for several days that Sergekt would want to have sex with her. She already had told Dukov she would not be home until very late. In the early afternoon Kim was surprised to see Vladik Dukov enter the music store. He was in his police uniform, which meant that his behavior around her had to be different than it normally would be at home. In spite of living under the same roof, when Officer Vladik Dukov was in uniform, Criminal # 98945 had to treat him like she would treat any other public official. As Vladik approached the information counter, Kim dropped to her hands and knees. She touched her head to the floor, feeling very strange having to do this to a person with whom she lived. However, to have not greeted Vladik in the formal manner would have caused a scandal in the store and have been a direct challenge to his authority. As Kim prostrated herself at his feet, Vladik asked to speak to the store manager. Eloisa knelt, received the order, and got up to find the manager. Once he showed up, Vladik explained he needed to speak with Criminal # 98945 and that she needed to be excused from work for an hour or two. Kim left the store in the custody of the young police officer. Kim nervously accompanied Vladik, not having a clue about what the police officer wanted from her nor why the conversation could not wait until the evening when they both would be back home. A police officer and a criminal could not talk normally on the street, so Vladik took Kim to his father's office at the Central Police Station. Only when they entered the reception area could Vladik converse in a more normal manner towards his father's client. "Kimberly, I apologize for having to pull you out of the store like that, but I need to talk to you and then you have get back to work as soon as you can." "OK, so what's up?" "Well, you know that your music friends are all getting punished tomorrow, at their old school?" "Yes, Vladik, I'm well aware of that." "Well, it turns out that I have to stand in for one of the arresting officers. He got into a motorcycle accident a couple of days ago and won't be out of the hospital for several weeks. So, I end up with the 'honor' of punishing some of your friends." "You?�you mean�you're going to punish Sergekt?" "No, not him. I can't punish him because he's eaten at my father's table. That's strictly forbidden, you know, to avoid conflicts of interest and trouble within our household. Someone else will get him. But I'm in charge of punishing a couple of the women. Right now your singing partner Eloisa is on my list. I have to switch her, and that's what I need to talk to you about." "What's there to talk about Vladik? She doesn't deserve any of this. It's not her fault she got molested and I don't see why�" Vladik held up his hand. "Kimberly stop�just stop. I'm not here to argue the merits of her case. My partner and I were ordered to participate in this punishment and that's the end of it. Whether or not she deserves what's happening to her is a decision that's beyond my authority. She and the others will be punished tomorrow, and I will be responsible for some of the punishments. Nothing can change that. What concerns me is that your friends are punished fairly and appropriately. I intend to respect their dignity as best I can and will ensure the blows they receive fall within the guidelines set by the Corporal Punishment Code." Kim looked at Vladik with a bitter expression, not understanding what he was driving at. "So why are you telling me this? Do you think it'll clear your conscience?" Vladik sighed. "I don't think you fully understand the situation. What my partner and I plan to do is stay just within the guidelines of the required punishment." Vladik paused and then continued. "I will make a confession to you. The fact is, I do think what happened to your friends is unfair. A lot of us think the same about that case, in the police department, that is. But we can't say anything about it. To question a sentence is not our place, nor our authority. Now about my situation. I try to respect the people I punish. I punish with force, but I do not fondle the criminals like a lot of the officers do. I find that practice disgusting and there are some of us in the police department who are trying to put a stop to it. Another thing. The judge who will sign the punishment certificates for my group is an old professor of mine from the police academy. We know each other and he is of the same mindset I am, and that Father is; that we need to have some reforms in the system. Things are going to change, Kimberly, but that's not going to help your friends right now. What will help your friends, or at least the ones turned over to me, is that I plan to switch them to the absolute minimum of the legal standard. They'll get their 50 strokes, but my partner and I want to go easy on them." "Well�I mean�I appreciate that Vladik, but what can I do to help?" "Well, here's my idea. My partner and I will punish eight of your group. There are eight women, including your singing partner, right?" "Yes. Eight." "Alright, here's where you can help me help them. Your group usually has the women all go first. If they do it that way tomorrow, my partner and I will only punish two of the women and six guys. What I want is to have all the women sent to my room, basically to keep them away from a couple of the other officers who, I know for a fact, will mistreat them. They'll mistreat the guys as well, but it won't be as bad as the women. Now, here's what I want. I want you to very quietly approach the leaders of your group, and tell them to re-organize so that all the women come to me and my partner. The judge will go along with it, but it has to be done quietly or we will all get in trouble." "But why just the women? Why can't you try to help the guys also?" "Because my partner and I are only in charge of eight of the punishments. I can help eight out of your group. The reason why it's the women I'm worried about, is because�well, if you knew the other officers you'd understand. I don't believe that criminals should be our playthings, and they very much disagree with me." "So, with those other officers, it'd be like what happened to me in January?" "Worse. I know those other officers, and, let's just say there's two of them who I don't think have the right to be wearing badges." "Alright, I'll talk to them, see if they'll go along with it. I don't know if they will because�" "No! You will not talk to the whole group about this! Nor will you tell any of the women what I'm trying to do! I want you to go directly to your singing partner's boyfriend and have him make the arrangements with the group's Spokesman. You can tell Sergekt as well, he seems trustworthy. But that's it. I don't want this to get out. I'm taking a real risk here, not just for myself, but also the presiding judge." "But why are you going through me? Couldn't you just tell Spokesman Havlakt?" "That's illegal. I am not allowed to make any such arrangements with a Spokesman. That's for a very good reason, because it helps prevent corruption. Nor am I allowed to talk directly to any of the criminals involved in tomorrow's punishment. I'm going through you because you're a member of my household and I can legally talk to you, even though you're a criminal." "OK, I'll talk to Dima about this, and I'm sure he'll do what he can to help out. I won't tell anyone else except Sergekt." Vladik let out a nervous sigh. "Thanks. I have to take care of some paperwork and I'll be downstairs while you're gone. Once you get back, have Father's secretaries call me and I'll escort you back to work." With that Kim rode her bicycle to Sergekt's cafe near the Temple of the Ancients. Kim was relieved to see Sergekt and Dima working there alone. Several of the guys from the group had jobs at the caf�, but the others were not working the mid-day shift. Sergekt was surprised to see Kim show up on her bicycle, knowing that she was supposed to be at the music store. Kim quickly and quietly talked to Dima about Vladik's plans. She then explained that Officer Vladik Dukov was the son of Spokesman Vladim Dukov and she lived with him. Dima's face lit up with relief. "So there really are human beings among all those cops! I was starting to wonder!" Dima promised to re-organize the group to accommodate Vladik. He would talk to the group's Spokesman, who would make the arrangement. He would not say anything to any of the group's other members, including Sergekt. The group's de facto leader fully understood the need to keep everything as secret as possible. The women would go in wondering about the change, and come out wondering why their switching was not quite as severe as it had been during previous punishments. The guys would know nothing, at least not until the day was over. With that both Kim and Dima returned to the Central Police Station. They parted as Dima disappeared into the doorway of Spokesman Havlakt's office. With that Kim slipped into Dukov's office and called Vladik to escort her back to work. A half hour later Kim was back at the music store, kneeling in front of Officer Vladik Dukov as he dismissed her. Kim's feelings about Vladik had been neutral until just a couple of hours ago. He was Vladim Dukov's son, but he was also a cop. Because of his profession, Kim always felt very uncomfortable around him. And yet, working within the restrictions of his position, he was willing to take risks to try to ease the burden of a group of criminals he felt had been treated unfairly. That small act of rebellion on his part totally changed how Kim felt about him. ---------- That night Kim spent several somber hours alone with Sergekt in an "intimacy room" at the Socrates Club. She asked him to lie on his stomach as she sadly caressed his bottom. Sergekt had an attractive bottom, smooth and fairly hairless for a guy. She pressed her palms to Sergekt's skin, fill with regret knowing by this time the next day this same bottom would be covered with cruel welts and blood blisters. She gently kissed and massaged Sergekt's bottom-cheeks, the final night before they would be so cruelly marked up. Kim was fascinated with the clean-shaven area around Sergekt's penis. It felt smooth and looked so vulnerable stripped of the surrounding hair. Kim felt an overwhelming desire to kiss and run her fingertips over the clean skin. She licked the base of his penis until he was hard, then gently ran her tongue around the tip, tasting his pre-cum. She straddled him and impaled herself on him, enjoying the unique feel of Sergekt's hairless lower body against her crotch. She grabbed his arms and pinned them to his sides, relishing the feel of his momentary helplessness. She climaxed with loud moans, in one the best orgasms she ever had enjoyed. It felt so incredibly good. Once they were finished making love Sergekt wanted to set the room in order and join the others downstairs, but Kim stopped him. She needed to talk. She told Sergekt about Vladik's tentative plans to try to give the group's eight women a partial reprieve from their punishments. She then briefly went over her conversation with Dima and his trip to the Central Police Station. Sergekt was a bit surprised. "No wonder he came back in such a good mood! He was totally happy, but he wouldn't tell me why. He said that I was just imagining things." "Well, you know, it's just going to be the women that are getting any leniency. You guys are going to get it just as bad as last time, or worse. From what Vladik told me, there's a couple of real bad apples among those cops that you'll be facing tomorrow. That's the reason he wanted to separate out the women." "Well, he did something for us, or at least for the ones who needed it the most. We" (Sergekt used the Danubian masculine term to refer to just the men) "can handle most of what the punishing officers do to us, but we always worry about the girls. Every time we go through this it's the same thing. We're always stressed about what they're going to do to the girls. At least this time we don't have to worry about that. It will put everyone's mind at ease." "Sergekt, no one's mind is going to be put at ease. You will keep your mouth shut about this. Don't tell anyone. Vladik and his partner are putting their careers at risk by trying to keep the women away from those other cops." "Of course. I'd forgotten about that. I won't say anything." Kim and Sergekt remained in bed for a while, quietly staring at the ceiling. Kim's thoughts returned to Vladik and his stern but fair outlook as a cop. She wondered what motivated him to go to the police academy in the first place. He was smart and educated, a cut above the majority of his co-workers in the police force. She wanted to get Sergekt's opinion of her Spokesman's son. "What do you think of Vladik? I mean, you've eaten dinner with us, and talked to him a bit, so what do you think of him?" "I don't really know. I come over and what I see is a cop. It's weird for me to sit with him. It's weird because, at your Spokesman's table I can talk to him just like I could with anyone else, but the moment I step outside, I have to kiss his shoes. That makes me feel very uneasy, and I can't really separate him from his uniform." Sergekt continued. "You know, we've been criminals for two years. We still have another year to go. The whole thing has changed me: the restrictions, the beatings, the collar, being referred to as Criminal # 92876 instead of my name�it's made me different. I'm not like I was two years ago. I'm a criminal, and I can't believe I'll ever see myself any differently. And until just now that's how I saw Vladik; as a cop, as a blue uniform with a switch. I couldn't really see him as a human being, and I still can't picture that he sees me as anything other then a criminal. So�this plan of his is a bit of a shock to me, finding out that he actually cares about the girls. I never could have imagined that any cop would care anything about any of us." Kim and Sergekt got up, figuring it was time to clean the room and go downstairs. They showered and replaced the bed sheets. As Sergekt tossed the used sheets into the overflowing hamper at the end the upstairs hallway Kim remembered something else that Vladik had mentioned that gave her hope. "Vladik told me something that was interesting. He said there's a whole bunch of people in the justice system: cops, Spokespersons, even at least one judge, who want to make some changes and stop the sexual crap when we get punished. He thinks the laws about that will change at some point. Of course it'll be too late to do us any good, but still�" ---------- The following day Kim was scheduled to ride as a courier for Victor Dukov. He simply contracted her out to Spokesman Havlakt for the day. She had to ride back and forth with numerous legal documents to Sergekt's school, two different police stations, and the Central Courthouse. She was busy riding the entire day, so she only caught very brief glimpses of her friends as they were moved into and later out of the school. As the criminals knelt in front of the small police station near the school, Kim noticed the eight women were chained together. The guys were separated into three groups: two groups of eight and one of four. Vladik, his partner, and another cop stood over the women, waiting to march them to the school. Kim did not see the punishment itself, but heard the rest of the story that afternoon from Eloisa. Spokesman Havlakt ordered the women to kneel as a group instead of the usual arrangement of two women with six guys. The women were surprised to be chained together, and unsettled that their punishments would not be taken care of at the beginning, as had been the arrangement for previous switchings. The women had never seen Vladik and his partner, so they did not know what to expect. Vladik seemed to have a rather stern appearance that frightened them. However, he did not yell at them nor beat their shoulders, as was happening to the guys. The criminals marched down the street in chains for the sixth time in their lives. It was a humiliating experience, and it was meant to be humiliating. Once inside the school there was more humiliation coming. In Upper Danubia it was customary that, if at all possible, a student punished at a school should be switched in front of an audience of the opposite sex. The police took the male criminals into the school auditorium, which was full of female students. Vladik and his partner took the women to the school gymnasium, where all the male students were sitting. Because Spokesman Havlakt was in the auditorium with the male criminals, a second Spokesman was present to turn over custody of the criminals to the police officers assigned to punish them. That Spokesman was Vladim Dukov. Eloisa recognized him, and suddenly realized that the cop standing near the punishment table looked a lot like the Spokesman, only much younger. The boys were sitting eagerly. They looked forward to watching the switching of the eight young women. However, they also were anxiously waiting to see the women humiliated, as they had been during the punishment prior to Christmas. The fondling was the part they really enjoyed, but today they would be disappointed. The third cop escorting the group ordered the women to stand in a line as he took off the criminals' handcuffs and leg chains. He then unhooked the chains that linked their collars together and ordered them to kneel. They knelt forward, touching their heads to the floor. Because they were facing away from their audience, the women's vaginas and bottom-holes were in full view to hundreds of eager eyes as they knelt. As much as they tried to ignore their exposure, the feel of the air from the gymnasium's ventilator blowing against their most private areas made the women all too aware of how much on display they truly were. They could hear the boys quietly making comments to each other and comparing their bodies. Vladik's partner picked up her switch and stepped in front of the kneeling criminals. "Criminal # 92870, rise and present yourself at the table." Eloisa stood up, walked to the punishment table, and resumed her kneeling position at Vladik's feet. As was customary, the Spokesman and the cop saluted each other to signal the change of custody. As was customary, Eloisa kissed Vladik's shoes. He tapped her shoulder with his switch and Eloisa sadly stretched herself out on the punishment table. Vladik's partner secured her wrists and ankles with leather straps. Vladik touched Eloisa's bottom with the switch. He gave her a stroke that was painful, but not vicious. He re-positioned the switch, and struck again. Vladik continued to strike methodically, laying on one stroke after another. The punishment hurt, but was much less severe than what Eloisa had experienced previously. She closed her eyes, trying to cope with the pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was able to resist the urge to cry. Vladik continued switching Eloisa, sharply but not full-force. He tapped her bottom before each stroke, then twisted back and struck her. He punished only her bottom. The welts were not serious enough to risk breaking Eloisa's skin, not even when the punishment was close to the end. As a result of the lighter strokes on her bottom there was no need to punish Eloisa's back or thighs. The lead singer's switching was over in less than 20 minutes. The last time she had been switched, the cop took nearly an hour. She was in considerable pain, but was not feeling the agony she felt back in December. Vladik's partner unbuckled the straps and Eloisa stood up. Vladik then presented her to the judge, who signed her punishment certificate. Criminal # 92870 was hugely relieved. It was over. She knelt, kissed Vladik's shoes, thanked him for punishing her, and with a tap of his switch on her shoulder, was released. Vladik saluted his father and that was the end of Eloisa's switching. Eloisa felt enormously grateful to Officer Vladik Dukov. He had punished her to the absolute minimum of the legal standard. She realized that some sort of secret arrangement must have been made on her behalf, which also would explain why all the women were together today and separated from their classmates. Eloisa knelt quietly while the second criminal, one of her back-up singers, was called to the table and switched. The second woman's switching also was to the minimum legal standard and was finished within 20 minutes. No mistake about it, some sort of arrangement had been made. There was no humiliation, no teasing, no fondling. The young harsh-looking officer was showing leniency to the group. Eloisa looked at Vladik Dukov, then at Spokesman Dukov, then back to the officer. She realized the cop must be the Spokesman's son, the same cop with whom Kimberly Lee was living. That explained a lot, but not everything, in Eloisa's mind. Once the fourth criminal in the gymnasium had been punished and released, the first four women from Vladik's group walked past their audience of somewhat disappointed boys and left the school in Spokesman Havlakt's hired van. They briefly returned to his office, but none of them needed to get on a recovery table. Already the pain from their switchings was subsiding. They quickly drank some tea and then left to check on the guys. They knew the guys had not been so lucky. Chapter 12 � The Punishment in the School Auditorium Officer Vladik Dukov had been concerned about the other police officers for good reason. Several of them had a reputation for being perverted and two of them already had been reprimanded for abusing criminals. Vladik was appalled when he found out they would be part of the punishment team, which was what prompted him to take charge of the women. Along with the deviant cops, several of the medical students from the Central Police Station were present in the school auditorium. As the male criminals looked over at the group of medical students standing with the cops, they knew they were in for a rough time. There was no legal need for the medical students to be present; they were there to have fun. Magda, the female student who had tormented the two burglars in Kim's presence, was included the group. She stood next to a cop she was dating, holding a box of medical gloves in her hand. The 20 male criminals were forced to stand at the edge of the stage, facing away from their audience. Their punishment began when they were forced to kneel. When they put their heads to the floor, they were fully exposed to hundreds of jeering teenaged girls whose ages ranged from 15 to 18. A couple of female cops walked behind them, kicking apart the knees of the guys who were not spread widely enough. The harsh stage-lights shined brightly on the testicles and bottom-holes of the 20 young men. The sight of 20 very exposed bottoms lined up on the stage was something the cops and medical students found extremely amusing. The cops, both male and female, kicked and slapped the kneeling criminals, to the point Spokesman Havlakt objected several times to their treatment. However the presiding judge in the auditorium was not the one same one who was in the gym. The criminals in the auditorium and their Spokesman received very little support or sympathy from the judge. The female students were encouraged to taunt and whistle at the criminals. Many of the older girls remembered Eloisa's case and were sympathetic to the 20 guys on stage. They sat in the back of the auditorium and stayed quiet. However, the younger ones were elated at the spectacle unfolding in front of them. The teachers in the room were divided. Some of them secretly sympathized with the criminals, others felt they deserved everything coming to them because they had attacked one of their co-workers. It was an ugly case that continued to hurt the people involved and one that sharply split the school. Four medical students put on medical gloves and shoved their fingers up the exposed bottoms of four of the ex-students. They massaged their prostate glands and forced furious erections from their victims. The cops then grabbed their arms and forced them stand up and face the audience. Four erect penises faced the mob of jeering teenagers. The cops, male and female, ran their hands up and down the criminal's bodies and teased them, to the delight of the girls in the front rows. The criminals' humiliation was complete, or so they thought. Spokesman Havlakt was beside himself with disgust. There was no way he could get this to stop. The presiding judge would not support him, leaving him only the option of filing an official complaint once he got back to his office. However the complaint would do nothing to stop what was going on at the moment. At last the first four criminals were ordered to kneel at the switching tables. As they knelt and kissed the shoes of the cops tormenting them, it was almost a relief to no longer have to stand in front of all those girls with their penises bobbing up and down. The cops secured them to the four switching tables. Magda, the medical student, placed her hand on the bottom of the criminal stretched out on the first of the four tables on stage. She addressed the audience. �How many of you think criminal # 1 will cry first?� A portion of the girls cheered. �Very well�how many of you think criminal # 2 will cry first?� Another portion of the girls cheered. She asked the question two more times for the other two criminals and got cheers from two other groups of girls. Sergekt remained kneeling with his forehead touching the wooden stage floor and his bottom spread and high in the air. He was totally horrified. He knew that he would be humiliated and punished in the second batch of criminals with three others. He was so nervous he was sweating and shaking slightly. Still, Sergekt was immensely grateful that at least Eloisa and her companions were not facing this awful treatment, nor did they have to witness it. He now understood why Vladik Dukov had been so determined to get control over the women in the group. What was happening to the guys was bad enough, but at least they did not have to watch these indignities heaped upon their female friends. From what Kim had told him, Sergekt understood that Vladik planned to punish the women and get them out of the school as quickly as possible. He fervently hoped they already had left. The switchings began, four at the same time. The four cops struck as hard as they legally could, each trying to get his or her criminal to cry first. The four criminals, following the protocol of their subculture, resisted as best they could. They wouldn't have wanted to admit it, but they were competing against each other to see who could hold out the longest. The four punishing officers struck the criminals simultaneously, but each trying a different tactic to get his or her victim to be the first to cry. They tried striking fast, striking slowly, punishing across the entire bottom, punishing one bottom-cheek at a time. The first criminal screamed at the 21st stroke, the last one at the 42nd stroke. All of them were crying towards the end of their punishments. Spokesman Havlakt nervously went from table to table, waiting to do the one thing he was authorized to do. One by one he redirected the punishments against the criminals' backs or thighs to prevent permanent injury to their bottoms. When the punishments ended the Spokesman was sweating from stress and anger. However, he had to maintain his self-control. One group had been punished, there still were four other groups to go. The police un-strapped the four criminals. The four young men were very badly marked up; their bottoms, upper backs, and upper thighs covered with dark welts. They staggered off and sank to the floor to kiss the shoes of their tormenters. One by one they were presented to the presiding judge, who signed each of their punishment certificates. To conclude their punishments, they had to thank the officers for the mistreatment they had just endured. With that they exited the stage towards the waiting van, to spend a long and painful afternoon on recovery tables. Sergekt felt a hand caress his bottom. The hand slid between his legs and squeezed his testicles, so hard that he felt some discomfort. He felt his penis being massaged, and then the hand returned to fondling his testicles. He did not dare move his head or try to see the face of the cop who was tormenting him. Then he noticed part of a white smock out of the corner of his eye. His tormenter was not a cop, but one of the medical students. He felt a rough finger slide up his bottom. The finger briefly searched inside him and found what it was looking for, his prostate gland. He gasped and tears ran down the bridge of his nose as the finger circled around his gland and worked up a furious erection. The medical student began massaging his penis with her free hand and continued working his prostate from behind. She abruptly pulled her finger out of his bottom and ordered him to stand up. Sergekt did so, and was forced to face the audience. The medical student stood behind him, running her hands up his chest and pinching him. She whispered in his ear: �You know, you filthy little beast, that you look like you could use some relief. You're all worked up and no one to fuck. Now isn't that sad?� Sergekt was mortified at the thought the medical student might force an orgasm out of him on stage, but she knew better than to go that far. As it was the punishment crew stood very close to passing the legal line of mistreatment of the criminals in front of their under-age audience. Forcing Sergekt to have an orgasm on stage would definitely cross the line and result in a legal reprimand. The girls sitting in the back and the teachers who had sided with the criminals were furious at what was going on. The school already was very bitterly divided over the merits of the sentences. The division would become even sharper after the punishment of today. Sergekt and the other three criminals in his group finally were led to the punishment tables and kissed the shoes of the officers who would switch them. They bent over the tables and were strapped down. In spite of the fear of what was coming, he was relieved to no longer be standing up facing the auditorium with his erect penis on full display. However, the humiliation portion of his punishment was far from over. Several cops, male and female, as well as some medical students, caressed his bottom and continued to massage his penis, as he lay stretched out on the punishment table. It was the ultimate humiliation for Sergekt, to be touched by other guys. Finally the cops in charge of actually wielding the switches took position. Sergekt was so mortified by what had just happened that he no longer was really paying attention to anything going on around him. Still, the criminal protocol of resisting his punishment as long as possible was burned into Sergekt's mind, and he was prepared to attempt not to scream or cry as long as possible. Once again Magda posed the question to the screaming girls, which criminal would be the first to cry. The girls screamed the loudest when Magda touched Sergekt, making it even more important that he resist, just to prove them wrong. The cop took her time delivering the first stroke. She made several false starts, trying to catch him off-guard and perhaps get him to scream at the very first stroke. Finally she struck, a hard vicious blow that burned into Sergekt�s backside and made him gasp as he tried to stay quiet. The cop patiently waited for a while and then struck again, with a stroke that approached, but unfortunately did not pass, the maximum legal standard. Sergekt clenched his fists and pressed his forehead to the table. Sweat trickled down his body. Very slowly the cop struck him again and again, waiting a very long time between each stroke. She would break him simply by dragging out the punishment. The pain was mounting and becoming intolerable, but the punishment was only beginning. The female cop and a couple of medical students periodically ran their fingers over Sergekt's welts. They pressed hard on them, knowing that sharply increased the mounting pain from the raised reddish lines crisscrossing the criminal's bottom. The waiting was an important part of what made the punishment almost unbearable; the pain continued to mount and yet the punishment was no closer to ending. In spite of what he had told Kim in January, that nothing lasts forever, Sergekt now felt that attitude was a lie. The fact this was the sixth time he had endured a punishment didn't matter. What mattered was that he had only taken 10 strokes so far. There were 40 to go. It seemed this would indeed go on forever. Spokesman Havlakt nervously walked from table to table, trying to prevent any serious injury to any of his clients and looking for anything that would allow him to cut short a switching. The one thing that would end a punishment immediately would be blood. Danubian law prohibited the further punishment of a criminal whose skin had been broken. In fact, if a cop broke a criminal's skin during a punishment, the officer risked losing the switch as part of his or her uniform and with it the right to punish criminals in the future. The officers were well aware of that limit and were very careful not to whip to the point of drawing blood. The Spokesman could see nothing that would legally justify stopping any of the punishments. Sergekt made it to the 37th stroke without crying. He had defied the girls' prediction by being the third criminal out the four to start screaming. The final holdout cried out less than a minute after Sergekt broke. In this aspect at least, Sergekt maintained a shred of his dignity. Sergekt's punishment ended in the usual manner, with six strokes re-directed against his thighs and another six on his upper back. He was in so much pain he nearly passed out, but with every bit of energy and self-control he had left, he struggled to get off the table and accompany the police officer to verify he had been properly punished. He knelt to thank the cop for punishing him and finally, an hour and a half after he first had been told to stand up from the stage, Criminal # 92876 was allowed to exit towards the waiting van. ---------- Kim was well aware of what was going on inside the school. She picked up a batch of punishment certificates and caught a brief glimpse of the punishment in the auditorium. There were only four criminals still kneeling on the stage and four others on the tables, in the middle of their switchings. Even at a distance Kim could tell they were being savagely treated. She was relieved to see that Sergekt was no longer there. However, Dima was present, still kneeling on the stage. He would be in the final group to be punished. Kim was surprised at the sharply contrasting attitudes of the girls filling the auditorium. The students in the back were sitting in disgusted silence, while the younger ones in the front were acting like they were at a rock concert. Kim decided to discuss the school's division with Vladim Dukov, hoping that somehow he would find the information useful. Some of the girls sitting in the back sadly looked over at Kim as she left with her hands full of folders. The students recognized Kim as the �Maragana Girl�, having seen her singing on stage with the criminals being punished today. Kim took a last look at the eight criminals remaining on the stage. Besides, Dima, there were two others who Kim considered close friends. However, there was nothing she could do for them by staying. Kim left the school and rode with her folders downtown. ---------- Kim returned to the school one last time in the mid-afternoon to pick up the final batch of punishment certificates. The students were back in their classes, pretending to pay attention to their teachers in spite of the spectacle they had just witnessed. The purpose of having the criminals punished in the school was to frighten the students into not getting into trouble themselves. That goal was easily achieved. There was not a student in the school who would have wanted to trade places with their ex-classmates. Kim picked up her folders and quickly moved towards the main door, not wanting to be here any longer than necessary. However, she was stopped by one of the teachers, who signaled her to go with him to the school library. Once in the library the teacher quietly spoke to her in bad English. �I want tell you. You�criminal�Advocat Vladim Dukov?� �Yes sir. He's my Spokesman.� �You know�many teacher�many student�we no like today. Very bad. Very bad. No good to criminal.� Kim nodded. �Yes sir.� �You good girl. Good singer. Now you help me. Take list to Advocat Vladim Dukov. You no show list�only Advocat Dukov.� With that the teacher handed an envelope to Kim. It was fairly thick, but sealed. Kim looked at it, mystified. The teacher tapped it, nervously. �You no show list.� Kim understood. The envelope had to be hidden. She stuffed it among the other envelopes. �Now, go-go.� Kim quickly mounted her bike and sped to the Central Police Station. She should have gone to the Central Courthouse first, but she decided not to risk having someone there question the extra envelope she was carrying. She wanted to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Kim entered her Spokesman's office, passing the two secretaries and two of Eloisa's female friends as they were rubbing lotion onto the welts of four punished male criminals. The contrast between the women and the guys shocked her. The two women still had switch-marks on their bottoms, but nothing too serious. The women moved about normally, none the worse for their experience with Vladik. The guys were covered with dark raised welts that looked awful. Kim realized that Officer Vladik Dukov really had spared the group's women. She entered Dukov's office to find him there with four other Spokespersons, including Eloisa's. Dukov�s co-workers looked at her with surprised expressions. Kim quietly started to back out, but Dukov called her back. He addressed her in Danubian. �Kimberly, I presume you have something urgent, to have come in here with such haste?� Oops. Kim had forgotten her public duty as a criminal. In the presence of the other Spokespersons she had to greet Dukov in the formal manner, not just charge into the office. She immediately dropped to her knees and placed her head on the floor. She held out the teacher's envelope. Dukov took it, but did not give Kim permission to stand up. She felt very strange, given that she never had knelt for her Spokesman before. Dukov opened the envelope and unfolded the sheets of paper it contained. �Kimberly, please rise and finish your deliveries. Once your assignment has been completed, you are dismissed. You may wish to report to Eloisa. I believe she could use your assistance.� �Yes, Spokesman Dukov.� Kim bicycled across the main plaza to make her final delivery. Upon getting back she sought out Eloisa, and finally found her in Spokesman Havlakt's office. She was with Dima, standing next to his table. He was very badly marked up, not just from the 50 maximum-strength stokes of the switch he had received, but also from having been struck on the shoulders at the beginning of the punishment and having been slapped many times across the face. His face was swollen and his lip had been cut. He was asleep, or to put it more accurately, he had passed out. Kim was not surprised that Dima had been treated so badly. What did surprise her was to see Eloisa holding his hand and caressing it. She looked up at Kim with tears streaming down her cheeks. She noticed Kim's surprised expression, given that she had never seen Eloisa touch anyone before. �I�I need to be a bit stronger for him.� Eloisa stated sadly. �I'm going to make myself get over my fear of touching people. I need to�be�a real woman for him. I realized that when I saw him this afternoon. He's given up everything for me. The least I can do is hold his hand.� Kim was so upset she felt sick. �What did they do to Sergekt?� �He's better. He forced himself to get up to help the others come in at the end. Sergekt's tough. I don't know where he is now, though. I'd guess he's in one of the offices, or maybe helping people get home.� �I want to find him.� Eloisa sadly nodded. Kim continued. �Will you be OK?� �Kimberly, I have to be OK. I have no choice.� Kim spent the next few minutes looking for Sergekt, but instead ran across her Spokesman. Dukov signaled Kim to go back into his office. The other Spokespersons were gone, ending the temporary need for Kim to treat him in the formal manner. He was very agitated. �Kimberly, I wish to ask you something. Are you aware of the contents of the envelope you gave me today?� �No, Spokesman Dukov.� �Well, I will tell you. What you handed me was a petition, signed by 37 teachers, three administrators, and 138 students. The petition objected to the immoral treatment of your friends today. The teacher who worded the petition argues that to punish criminals in such a blatantly sexual manner will corrupt the morals of the school's young people. What they want is the punishments to stop, or at the very least to be moved elsewhere.� Dukov sat back, stretched his arms backwards, and continued. �There is something else I wish to tell you, which may or may not help you. All 20 Spokespersons in Danube City finally have agreed that our system of corporal punishment needs to be reformed. I will introduce legislation next week that would specifically prohibit police officers from touching a criminal with their hands during a punishment. We wish to outlaw any act designed to sexually satisfy a police officer. Also, we wish to outlaw allowing persons such as medical students to participate in corporal punishments.� Kim said nothing, not really knowing how to react. Dukov put on a pair of surgical gloves and opened up an ancient-looking law book that was placed in a felt-lined wooden tray. �Today's decision is a very grave step on our part, Kimberly. Our judicial system has kept our country at peace for ten centuries. We have had only two major reforms during that entire time. The first was in 1524. That was when our King, Vladik the Defender, created the position of Spokesman for the Criminal. The second was in 1780. That was when the Grand Duke abolished the use of whips and instead opted for switches. We have had no reforms since 1780.� �So why now? What's made things different?� �What has made things different is a recent breakdown of morality among the younger police officers. The sexual abuse of criminals is something that started only about 10 years ago. When I was sentenced, no police officer would have disrespected a criminal in the manner we are seeing today. Now the practice is becoming common. It will destroy our entire judicial system if we do not stop it. The problem we face is public opinion and the widespread belief that a police officer should have complete control over a criminal's corporal punishment, within the standards set in 1780. The standards of 1780 no longer properly protect criminals, so we must set new ones.� �But, what's the problem? I mean, isn't obvious that it's wrong to like, rub us and�?� �No, Kimberly. It is not so obvious. I can tell you there is very little sympathy for criminals in this country. We cannot debate this issue by arguing that criminals deserve leniency. We need to argue from the point of view that the changes are needed to protect public morality. That is why the petition from the school is so important. It supports my argument in terms acceptable to the people of this nation. What we saw at the school today was immoral acts being performed in front of young teenagers. Those girls were corrupted by what they witnessed. That gives me the image I can use to make my argument when I speak next week.� �So, you're going to the Parliament next week?� �Yes, Kimberly.� �Aren't you scared?� �Yes, Kimberly. I anticipate this with much anxiety. I am not a politician, and to challenge the statute of 1780 will disrupt the tranquility of my family's life. It will bitterly divide the Judges, the National Police Force, the schools, and the public. I will be blamed for disrupting the peace of our society. Only the Spokespersons are in complete agreement about the need for reform. My responsibility over the next several months will be to convince the rest of the nation. At the beginning that task will be very difficult.� Kim left the office, briefly wondering about the wisdom of her decision to stay in Upper Danubia. What the hell was wrong with this country, that its people didn't recognize the obvious? Who wouldn't want to put a stop to what had happened in the school auditorium today? And yet, change was indeed coming to the Duchy. There were good people in the police force, in the schools, and in the legal system, who would push for reform. Some would challenge the system because of their definition of public morality, others out of genuine sympathy for the nation's criminals. Perhaps it would be enough to update a law that was two centuries old. Kim held out hope the result would be a better Upper Danubia, one in which she would feel more comfortable spending her life. With that Kim returned to Eloisa and her boyfriend. He was up and somewhat recovered. The three left the Central Police Station. Tomorrow was another day, one in which Kim and Eloisa would return to the music store, and Sergekt and Dima would be returning to their caf�. There would be a rehearsal tomorrow night and a concert to prepare for on Saturday. Every four months the 28 members of Eloisa's group went through this. They still had over a year of wearing their collars and at least three more switchings left on their sentences.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 19: Friday Madison sat in Katie’s lap for another 30 minutes, occasionally sitting up and kissing her. She was starting to feel normal again, if she even knew what her normal was now as she still felt the moisture in her panties from the man’s stuff. She took a deep breath as she laid on Katie’s chest. She sat up. “I guess I should go home. Daddy is waiting for me. He is making dinner for us.” She said. “Yes, you should. I am so glad you came over. I missed you so much.” Katie said and hugged her. “Thank you for talking to me and making me feel better.” Madison said and stood up. She looked over at Mr. Thompson, he was sitting at the kitchen table. She walked over and stood in front of him. His eyes were red, and she could tell he had been crying. She grabbed his hands. “Mr. Thompson, I love you. Do not be sad. It was my decision; you helped me through it and gave me every opportunity to think about what I was doing. I am so happy you hired my daddy. This job has made him so happy and has given him the opportunity to put our life back together. Thank you so much for that.” She said and hugged him. He looked at Katie and she was smiling with her hand over her mouth. He put his arms around the young girl and hugged her, his head on her shoulder. She held onto Mr. Thompson for as long as he needed. He pulled back and looked at her. “Madison, you are a very special girl, do not ever change. I am so happy you walked into our lives.” He said. She hugged him again and then walked over to Katie. She held out her hand and Katie took it and stood up. They walked outside and Aaron was waiting next to the car. She kissed Katie for a long time, their tongues wrapped around each other. She pulled back and Katie was smiling. “I missed those kisses.” Madison said. “Me too.” Katie said. “I will see you guys on Saturday, right?” Madison said. “Yes, maam, we would not miss it for the world.” Katie said and Madison crawled into the front seat. Aaron looked at Katie. “You ok?” Aaron said. “I am now. Thank you for bringing her.” Katie said. “Like I had a choice.” He said and she laughed. She bent over and looked at Madison. “Good night, sweet girl.” Katie said. “Good night, Katie.” Madison said. Aaron got in the car and Madison slid over next to him. She pulled his hand onto her thigh and snuggled next to him. Katie looked at Aaron and he shrugged. They drove in silence most of the way. He loved the feel of her warm thigh and she loved the feel of his strong hand. She looked up at him. “Aaron, I miss seeing you every day. Do you miss me?” She said. “Terribly.” He said and she smiled. She hung onto his arm until they got home. She crawled onto his lap and kissed him hard for a while when they got home. She needed to feel his arms around her and his mouth on hers. She eventually pulled back and looked at him, she loved the way he looked at her. She hugged him again and crawled out of the car. He watched her walk into her house and adjusted his cock. Madison and her daddy enjoyed a wonderful dinner, and she was stuffed. She got into her pajamas and they sat on the couch with him to watch a movie. She felt safe and comfortable in her daddy’s arms. Madison looked at the TV. “Daddy, do we have enough money to get a big TV?” She said. “Yes, we do baby. Would you like to get a bigger one?” He said. “Yeah, one with that cool sound bar.” She said. “You got it, sweetheart.” He said and she snuggled up to him. She heard how happy he was to be able to give her things. She loved this feeling. She fell asleep in his arms and he carried her to her room. He put her in her bed and kissed her on the forehead. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had a 2-million-dollar check in his pocket. He was trying to think of what else he could buy her. He wanted to shower her with gifts. He turned off her lights and went to bed. Madison woke up in her bed again on Friday morning, but she was not as sad as yesterday as she still felt Katie’s kisses on her lips. She hugged her pillow and thought about the man putting his cock into her. She thought she would feel different after that, but she didn’t, she was still happy daddy was home and she loved the Thompsons and Aaron. Sam was still her best friend. She was not sore down there. She slid her fingers down and ran them across her pussy. It felt the same as before. Nothing seemed to have changed. She jumped out of her bed and went into the bathroom to wash off yesterday. She picked out a white cotton skirt and a pink halter top. She pulled out a pair of yellow panties. She didn’t think she needed a bra with the halter. She slipped it on, and she was right, her boobs were held up well and the material was thick enough with enough frills to hide her nipples for the most part. Henry was pouring himself another cup of coffee when he saw her come down the stairs. Sometimes he forgot how pretty she was and then he would see something like this. Her skirt was loose and danced around her legs. Her top had small straps that showed her perfect shoulders. Her little belly was tight and looked nice between her top and skirt. She bounced into the kitchen. “You look like you are in a good mood.” He said. “Today is Friday and my daddy is home.” She said and he smiled as she walked into his arms. “Yeah, I guess you are right on both counts.” He said and kissed her on the top of the head. She wolfed down a bowl of cereal and grabbed her backpack. She hugged him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Daddy, I asked Sam to sleep over tonight, would that be ok? We can take her to the meet. We have to be there at 8.” She said. “Yes, that would be ok, sweetie. Did Sam clear it with her parents?” Henry said. “Not yet, but she is asking them. I will call you on my new phone and let you know.” She said. “Ok baby, just let me know.” He said. “Thank you, daddy.” She said and hugged him again. She walked out the door and headed next door. She got halfway across the yard and Roscoe ran up to her. She knelt down and rubbed on the little dog. She looked up and Mr. Jones was standing on the steps and she knew he was looking at her panties. She spread her legs a little more as Roscoe ran around her. She picked him up and carried him over to Mr. Jones. “Good morning, Mr. Jones.” She said as Roscoe licked on her ear. “Good morning, Madison.” He said. “I don’t have a pretty bra on today, sorry.” She said and he looked at her little boobs in the halter. He could see their shape and a hint of nipple. It was lovely. “No, you don’t, so no hot chocolate for you.” He said. “But I have pretty panties, right?” She said and he looked at her. She had that evil grin again. “I guess.” He said. “Mr. Jones, you are so cute. It is ok that you looked at my panties. They are pretty and I don’t mind. Shouldn’t they count just like my bra?” She said and he shook his head. “You are quite the rascal, aren’t you?” He said and she giggled. “If that means sneaky, then yes I am. Do you like them?” She said. “Yes, I do, and yes, they do count for hot chocolate.” He said. “Yay! But I am not sure what will happen this afternoon, Sam may sleep over.” She said. “Then I may have to owe you one now.” He said and tried not to let his face show how sad he was that he may not get to see her this afternoon. How did she have this effect on him? “I have a meet tomorrow, are you coming?” She said. “I am definitely coming.” He said. “Goodie, I like it when all my fans are there.” She said and climbed up the steps until she was level with him. She leaned over and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She felt him return the kiss and put his arm around her. She pulled back and smiled. She handed Roscoe to him. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Jones.” She said and walked away. “See you Madison.” He said and watched her walk away until he could not see her anymore. His little neighbor was changing, it was like she was suddenly more aware of everything. He felt a little weird that he got busted for looking up her skirt, but she just rolled with it. She was turning out to be a very interesting young girl. He walked into his house, seeing those yellow panties in his mind. He needed a distraction and he remembered that he needed to call his friend and arrange a time with Henry to get the new security system installed today. Madison waited for her friend and saw Sam walk out of her door. She was still moving slow as she walked down her steps. She was wearing black yoga pants and a big white shirt. The shirt was long sleeve, and she had the sleeves rolled up a little. She looked very cute again. She waited for her and hugged her. She looked at her friend and she looked tired. “Sam, are you ok?” Madison said. “Yeah, I am fine. Just a little tired, I didn’t sleep well last night, my legs are still hurting.” She said. “Did you go to the nurse yesterday?” Madison said. “Yeah, she just gave me some aspirin.” Sam said. They started walking and Madison grabbed her hand. She felt Sam squeeze it. “Is your daddy still home?” Madison said. “Yeah, he is.” She said. “You look very pretty today.” Madison said and Sam smiled. “Thank you, rock star, I just try to keep up with you.” She said. They talked about silly stuff until they got to school. She hugged Sam and headed to first period. Mr. Thomas was glad to see her in a skirt. She watched him as she sat down and made sure he got a good view. It made her legs tingle when she realized he was looking at her. She wondered when that started happening. She caught him a few more times during the period as he sat behind his desk and they worked on their assignment. She especially liked the way his face turned red when she scratched her thigh. He was cute. The bell rang and the class emptied. She walked up to his desk. He looked at her and he continued to struggle, wiping his forehead with his handkerchief. She was so fucking pretty; he just wanted to grab her and hold her. She smiled and he took a deep breath. “Mr. Thomas, can I eat lunch with you today?” She said. “Madison, I would love that.” He said and she smiled. “Great, let me know if you need me to help you with anything.” She said and walked towards the door. He scratched his head and wondered if he had heard that right. There was a little flirty tone to how she said that. No, he must have misheard it, she was only a freshman. God, he felt like a dirty old man. “See you at lunch, Mr. Thomas.” She said and walked out. He leaned back and started to think what she could help with but all he could think about were those yellow panties he just stared at for the entire period. Madison ran into Sam after second period. “Hey, I am eating lunch with Mr. Thomas again, do you want to come?” She said. “Are you sure you don’t want to be alone?” Sam said and Madison hit her on the arm. “Ouch, you are starting to hit hard, you beast.” Sam said. “I do not need to be alone, you silly goose, you said yourself he was cool.” Madison said. “Yeah, he is, so let’s go have a threesome and don’t hit me again.” Sam said and laughed. Lunch came quickly and he sat in his chair, waiting for Madison to arrive. He saw her and her friend walk in and he felt a little disappointed. Not that he did not like her pretty friend, but he thought he couldn’t ask her to climb on the ladder with Sam here. They pulled up stools and pulled out their lunches. Sam had on yoga pants which made her tight ass look amazing. However, his eyes were laser focused on Madison’s legs and the little yellow panties which were very visible as she sat on the stool. “So, Mr. Thomas, do you have anything you need my help with today?” Madison said and he looked at her and wondered if he should dare. She was looking at him with such hope, he hated to disappoint her. “Well, those lights over there went out a week or so ago and the maintenance guys just now brought the replacement bulbs. It is awful high, I can wait and let the janitors do it.” He said and she looked at the open lights. “Nonsense, I like helping. I can take care of them, it is just those two, right?” She said and Sam looked at her with a smirk. “Yes, just those, I think you can reach them with the ladder.” He said. “No problem, where are the bulbs?” She said. He pulled out a small box and slid it over to her; there were two bulbs that looked like flood lights. He touched them and was happy that they were not still warm as he just took them out an hour ago. “You will have to hold the ladder for me, Sam’s legs are hurting so she has to stay here and rest.” Madison said and she got another smirk from Sam. Madison walked over to the ladder and moved it under the first light. He handed her a bulb and she started to climb. She had to get on the second to last step to reach, she held onto the top of the cabinets next to her and reached up. Hank Thomas looked up and saw a beautiful teenage ass wrapped in yellow material surrounded by perfect thighs and legs. Sam watched her friend screw in the light bulb and Mr. Thomas blatantly look up her skirt. She had a weird friend; she did not understand why Madison did some of the things she did. Mr. Thomas seemed to be really enjoying it, duh. Sam looked at her and wondered how she was able to stay so sweet and innocent yet allow this old man to look up her skirt. Also, she seemed to like it. This was so foreign to her; she needed to have a long talk with Madison. Madison screwed in the first bulb and climbed down the ladder so they could move it. She looked at Mr. Thomas and he looked a little dazed. His eyes were wide, and he was starting to sweat a little. Madison smiled at him and then started climbing again. She could feel his eyes on her legs and then on her panties. It was almost like his eyes were warming her butt. She shuffled her feet a little as she got to the step. She heard a small gasp. Hank Thomas struggled as he held the ladder and looked up to see those wonderful yellow panties. He was amazed at how tight they were and how they framed her young ass so well. God, how he wanted so much to see and touch that little ass. He felt his cock fighting to stay in his pants. He looked over at Sam and she was watching him. This was surreal, he should not be doing this. He looked down and tried not to stare, his strength faded quickly, and he raised his eyes and locked back onto the yellow. Sam continued to stare at the old man and her friend. She did not understand. All her own encounters with older men were either creepy or scary. How did Madison do this, she had Mr. Thomas under her spell as well as all the other old guys in her life. She watched Madison slowly climb down and Mr. Thomas eventually move aside so she could get down. Madison straightened her skirt and looked up at him. “See, no problem. Do you need help putting up the ladder?” She said. “No, that is alright, I will take care of that.” Mr. Thomas said, a little shaky. “Ok, we have to get going so we are not late to 4th period. You have a great weekend, Mr. Thomas.” She said and picked up her backpack. “You too Madison. Sam, it was nice seeing you again, you have a great weekend as well.” Mr. Thomas said and watched his two cute friends walk out of his classroom. “How do you do that?” Sam said as they walked down the hall. “What?” Madison said. “He obviously looked up your skirt the whole time you were on the ladder, doesn’t that creep you out?” Sam said. “You know, it is weird, for some reason I am not creeped out, I actually like it. I know he loves it and that makes me feel good. Am I strange?” Madison said. “Yes, you are. You were strange already, now you have moved to a whole new level.” Sam said and Madison laughed. “Yeah, I know. It is kind of cool though. Do you want to climb the ladder next time?” Madison said and took her friend’s hand. “Maybe.” Sam said softly and Madison smiled. The rest of Friday sailed by and Madison was walking to the locker room. Sam came up beside her. “You ready for tomorrow, rock star. Jefferson will be gunning for you.” Sam said. “I think so, are you and coach cooking up another secret plan?” Madison said and smiled. “Nope, I may not even run, depends on how I feel in the morning. You are on your own.” Sam said and Madison stopped and looked at her. “I am worried about you; we are way too young to have weird leg pain. Are you going to the doctor?” Madison said and grabbed her hand. Sam worked hard to keep a smile on her face. “Yes, rock star, my mom is trying to get an appointment. I will keep you in the loop.” Sam said and smiled. Madison did not smile back. “Please try and figure it out. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Madison said with a serious face. “Will do.” Sam said and started walking, holding her hand. Madison did not see the tear drop out of her right eye. Sam wiped it off and put on a big smile. Madison dressed in her practice clothes as Sam was in the bathroom. She waited for her and Sam came out fully dressed. She was holding her clothes as she walked to the bench. They walked out to the track and Madison wondered what was going on with her friend. Her worries impacted her workout and coach pulled her aside. “Madison, how are you feeling?” Coach said. “I am fine coach, just a lot on my mind today.” Madison said. “Ok, let me know if I can help. You are ready for tomorrow; you have worked very hard. Take it easy the rest of the day and clear your mind.” Coach said and he realized again she was only a freshman as he looked at that cute face. “Thanks coach.” She said and flashed that pretty smile. He could not help but smile back at her. She took off running. She was performing so well he tended to treat her like the older girls. He watched her run down the track and he shook his head, wondering if he was putting too much pressure on a 14-yr-old. Madison walked back into the locker room and Sam was already dressed, sitting on the bench. She walked up to her friend. “Are you going to be stinky again?” Madison said as she pulled off her top, her boobs bouncing free. “I don’t think I even broke a sweat today. What was coach talking to you about?” Sam said as she watched Madison’s breasts hang down as she pulled off her shorts. “Doctor, right?” Madison said and tossed her sweaty shorts down. “Yes, master. Now please get into the shower so we can go.” Sam said and slapped Madison on the butt. Madison squealed and laughed and then walked into the shower. Sam watched her and wanted to just hug her and kiss her. She loved the hugs and kisses. She sat and waited for her cute friend. Madison came out of the shower rubbing a towel on her hair. Sam loved seeing her naked. She was so pretty. Sam watched her dress and they walked out of the locker room, holding hands. They started to walk home. “So, can you sleep over tonight? Daddy said it was ok and we can take you to the meet in the morning.” Madison said. “Probably not, I will ask again and call you.” Sam said and Madison heard the sadness in her voice. Her heart hurt for her friend. She squeezed her hand. They made it to Sam’s house and Madison noticed the car was gone. Sam stopped and looked at her. “Let’s go ask again. Come with me?” Sam said and Madison nodded. They walked into her house. Madison saw her mom sitting at the kitchen table. She was in a robe and she was drinking coffee. Her hair was kind of a mess. She looked up to them as they entered and started to try and fix her hair. Madison thought she looked tired. “Hey, Mom, can I spend the night at Madison’s? They can take me to the meet tomorrow.” Sam said and her mom smiled. “Yes, sweetie, that would help a lot. I have to work at 7:00 in the morning.” Her mom said. “Thanks mom, I will go get my stuff.” She said and pulled Madison behind her. Madison watched her stuff her clothes in her bag and loved the fact that her friend looked happier all of a sudden. She liked seeing her smile. “So, I guess we are going to the Thompsons after the meet, right? I need to bring a suit.” Sam said. “Yep, I talked to Katie and we are all good.” Madison said. “Cool, I like their house.” Sam said. “Yeah, me too.” Madison said and took a deep breath. They finished and went back downstairs. Sam’s mom was still sitting at the kitchen table. She smiled at them when they walked in. “Do you have your medicine, sweetie?” Her mom said. “Yes, mom. We will probably go to the Thompsons after the meet.” Sam said. “That is fine, baby. I don’t get off until 6:00 or so. Do you need me to pick you up?” Her mom said. “No, Mrs. Simmons, we will bring her home.” Madison said. “Madison, thank you so much and thank your daddy for allowing Sam to stay over.” Her mom said. “No problem, maam, I love having Sam with me.” She said and hugged her friend. “You are a good friend, thank you.” She said. Sam hugged her mom. Madison saw her mom run her hand up and down Sam’s back as she hugged her. “I love you Mom.” Madison heard Sam say as she hugged her mom. “I love you too, baby.” Her mom said. They walked out of Sam’s house and headed to Madison’s house. “I am glad you can stay over.” Madison said. “Yeah, me too. What are we going to do tonight?” Sam said. “Well, I was thinking we could get in our jammies and kiss all night.” Madison said and smiled. “Ok.” Sam said and Madison looked at her friend. Sam started to laugh. “You are turning into quite a perv.” Sam said. “But do you like me as a perv?” Madison said and pulled her arm against her. “Yeah, I am stuck with you.” Sam said. Barry Jones saw Madison and Sam walking up the sidewalk. He felt the familiar tingle in his lower body as he watched the two young cuties. Sam in yoga pants was quite a treat but Madison in that little skirt was special. He let go of Roscoe and the little furry missile headed for the girls. He heard squealing and laughing and got another glimpse of those yellow panties. He took a deep breath. “Hey, Mr. Jones, how are you today?” Madison said as she walked onto his porch. “I am good, sweetie. How are you guys?” He said as she sat on the swing next to him, her legs touching his as she made room for Sam to sit. “We are good, Sam is spending the night.” Madison said as Roscoe licked her neck. “That will be fun, what are you guys going to do?” He said and Madison giggled. She looked at Sam and laughed again at her face. “We will probably just watch a movie or something. We have to get up early for the meet tomorrow. Are you coming to watch us?” She said and he nodded. “Goodie, I love it when you are there.” She said and leaned into him. “Sam, are you excited for the meet?” He said, trying to draw Sam into the conversation. “Yes, sir, but I may not run, I have been hurt this week.” She said. “Oh, I am sorry, what happened?” He said. “My legs have been bothering me.” She said. “I am sorry, I hope you feel better.” He said. “You know, Mr. Jones, I think hot chocolate would help her to feel better.” Madison said. “Really, you think?” He said and she nodded. He laughed and she laughed with him. They all got up and walked into the kitchen. He whipped up the chocolate and placed it in front of them. Madison grabbed her drink and pushed her chair around. He wondered what she was doing and then he had two cute feet on his lap again. He looked at her and she was smiling sweetly. He smiled and started to rub her feet. She moaned and leaned back in her chair. He thought that was a nice sight. “Sam, this is wonderful, you should be next.” Madison said, keeping her eyes closed. Barry rubbed on her, tugging on her toes and just moving his hands all over her wonderful feet. He was pretty sure he was enjoying this as much as her. He looked down at her cute toes and his hard cock only inches away. He could picture his cum coating those toes and running down her foot. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Mr. Jones, that was great, do Sam now.” She said and pulled her feet away. Madison looked at Sam with a menacing smile. Sam sighed and put her feet on his lap. Barry touched a second pair of incredibly cute feet. He ran his fingers between her toes, and he heard her moan. She was leaning back with her eyes closed. Madison walked around behind her friend and put her hands on her shoulders. She rubbed her softly and kissed her on the forehead. Sam moaned again and Madison felt her shoulders slump as she relaxed. Sam felt herself let go as Madison rubbed her shoulders. Mr. Jones was amazing as he rubbed her feet. Her body relaxed for the first time in a long time, and she let her mind just wander. Madison’s fingers felt so nice on her. Barry Jones was amazed at how much Sam’s body changed when Madison walked behind her and stared rubbing her shoulders. He even felt her feet and legs relax. He was sad a little as he realized she must have been incredibly stressed before this, he thought it was sad that a 14-yr-old was stressed at all. He continued to rub the little feet and tried to keep her relaxed for as long as possible. “That feels nice.” Sam said and looked up at her friend. Madison looked down at her and then bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. “So does that.” Madison said and Sam smiled. She reached up and held Madison’s hand. “Thank you.” She said and closed her eyes. Madison felt a lump in her throat as she looked at her friend. Barry thought it was hot being able to rub her feet but then he watched Madison kiss her and his poor cock almost burst out of his pants. These girls were driving him insane. He felt Sam pull her feet back and then she sat up in her chair. Madison was hugging her from behind. “I think we have to go, Mr. Jones. Daddy will be home soon.” Madison said. “Thank you for visiting me. It was nice.” He said. “Thank you for the hot chocolate and the foot rubs. You have another skill to add to your list.” Madison said and walked over to him. He felt her move close and then kiss him. He felt her little tongue slide into his mouth, and he kissed her back. He held onto her as they kissed like lovers. He felt his whole body get warm as the young girl ran her tongue around his mouth. He felt her pull back eventually and she looked at him. “You are really good at that, no wonder your wife was always smiling.” Madison said and he hugged her. He was starting to think that this girl just might be an angel. Sam watched her weird friend kiss her neighbor. He was old enough to be her grandfather, but she was kissing him like a boyfriend. Sam realized she had never even kissed a boyfriend like that. She saw him hug her and that made her hope that he would hug her as well. “Mr. Jones, you have to kiss Sam goodbye as well.” Madison said as she pulled back from the long hug. “Madison, you should not put your friend in a situation like that, how do you know she wants to do that?” Barry said. “Sam, do you want to kiss Mr. Jones?” Madison said to Sam. Sam looked at her friend and then at him. If a kiss meant she would get a hug she was all in. She nodded and Madison giggled as she saw his face. Madison held out her hand and Sam took it. Madison pulled her closer and then moved back and pushed her onto his lap. Barry looked at the young blonde girl. She was so different from Madison but so beautiful in her own way. He stayed still and let her lead. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. He felt her pull back. “Sam, just like you kiss me.” Madison said and touched her shoulder. She leaned in again and Barry felt her soft lips touch his. She kept them there and then he felt her warm tongue slip into his mouth. He returned the kiss and held her small body. She kissed for a few seconds and then pulled back. “Mr. Jones, how was that?” Madison said. “Wonderful, Sam, you are a good kisser.” He said. “This is one of Mr. Jones’s superpowers.” Madison said. Barry looked at the little blonde sitting on his lap. Her face looked different, like she had a question. “What is it honey?” He said and he saw her take a deep breath. “Mr. Jones, can I have a hug?” She said and he felt his heart skip. He wrapped his arms around the small girl and hugged her. He felt her body fall into him, and he tried to surround her completely her with his arms. She sat in the hug and he felt her relax again. Madison put her hand to her mouth. She saw Mr. Jones hug her friend and Sam snuggle into his arms. Her eyes were closed as her head laid on his chest. She decided that they would stay here as long as this hug needed to last. She sat down. Barry held the girl for at least 5 minutes and then he felt her take a deep breath. He felt her move and he unwrapped his arms. He kept a hand on her back and held her hands. “Thank you, that was nice.” She said. “I am here anytime you need that.” He said. “Thank you.” She said and stood. Sam reached for Madison and she took her hand. They picked up their backpacks. “Thank you again, Mr. Jones. We will see you tomorrow?” Madison said. “You bet, have a great night.” He said and they walked out of his house. He waited until they were next door before he pulled out his cock. It barely took him 10 seconds and then he grabbed a napkin. He stood slowly; he was getting too old for this. Henry heard the door and Madison and Sam walked in. He was glad Sam could stay over; he knew how much Madison liked that. “Hey girls, how was your day? I hope you are hungry.” He said and pulled the chicken out of the oven. Madison ran over and hugged him. “Daddy, why are you home so early?” She said. “We had a meeting with Mr. Barr and then Mr. Thompson said to take the rest of the day off. So, I thought I would cook dinner for my best girl.” He said and she took a deep breath. “How did the meeting go?” She said. “It went good, Barr is tough, but he seems to be happy to work with us. I am excited.” Henry said and Madison exhaled. Why was she so worried all of a sudden? “Daddy, I am so proud of you.” She said and hugged him again. She was truly happy that he was so excited, even though she knew they had the account because she let Mr. Barr stick his cock in her. “Well, I have something for you.” He said and reached into his pocket. “What?” She said and he handed her a credit card. It was very shiny and gold. She looked up at him. “Be very careful with that. It is all yours and you can use it to buy anything you want, well, maybe not a house.” He said and she laughed. “Daddy, I don’t understand.” She said, turning the card over in her hands. “Baby, we have enough money now to allow you to have a little fun. You can go out and get some new clothes or whatever you want.” He said. “Really?” She said. “Yes, baby, we can start to enjoy ourselves for a change. By the way, look in the living room.” He said and she walked over. She saw a huge TV screen attached to the wall. She looked back at her daddy and he had a big smile on his face. She hugged him again. “Oh, by the way, Katie wanted you to call her when you got home. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes if you want to call her now.” He said. “Cool, we will call her from my room.” Madison said and ran up the stairs, pulling Sam behind her. They jumped on her bed and she pulled out her phone. She dialed the number and put it on speaker. “Hello?” She heard Katie’s voice. “Hi Katie, Sam is here too. Daddy said you wanted to talk to me.” Madison said. “Yes, Hi Sam. What did you girls have planned for tonight?” Katie said. “Well, daddy is making dinner and then we were going to get into our pajamas and kiss all night.” Madison said and giggled as Sam made a face. “Well, I am not sure I can compete with that, but I realized it was Friday and you guys have a meet tomorrow. I called the shop and Gerard is very excited to see you. Do you guys want to go to the shop tonight? He is free at 7.” Katie said. Madison looked at Sam and she was nodding her head. “I would love that, Sam, do you want to go?” Madison said. “Yes, please.” Sam said softly as she remembered Gerard’s wonderful hands. Katie laughed. “Ok, it is settled, we will pick you guys up around 6:45.” Katie said. “Thank you, Katie, We can’t wait.” Madison said. “See you girls soon.” Katie said. “Bye.” Madison said and hung up. She looked at her friend. “So, since we cannot kiss all night now how about we just kiss until dinner is ready?” Madison said and slid over to Sam. Madison got up on one elbow and looked down at Sam who was now laying on her back. She saw the look on Sam’s face and leaned over. She felt her lips touch Sam’s and it was wonderful. She pulled back. “Do you like kissing me?” Madison said and Sam nodded. “Good.” Madison said and put her lips onto her friend again. This time she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into her mouth. She heard Sam moan beneath her, and she put her hand on Sam’s cheek. Madison felt Sam’s tongue moving into hers and she loved it. She realized she loved the taste of her friend and she suddenly looked forward to when she could taste all of her. She ran her hand down Sam’s cheek and onto her shoulder. She ran it down her arms and grabbed her hand, intertwining her fingers. She felt Sam grab her hand and squeeze as they kissed on her bed. “Girls, supper is ready.” Henry’s voice from downstairs. Madison pulled away from Sam slowly and her face was flushed. Her eyes looked out of focus for a second and then she looked up at her. Madison leaned in and kissed her gently. “Samantha Simmons, I love you. After we get back from seeing Gerard, I am going to kiss you until your lips are tired.” Madison said. “Ok.” Sam said and pulled Madison into a hug. Madison felt Sam’s strong arms wrap around her and hold her in place. She let her friend hug her as her head nestled against her chest. Sam let her go after a minute and they walked downstairs to a wonderful dinner. “Daddy, that was so good.” Madison said and Henry smiled. “I am glad you guys liked it, I thought it would be nice to have a home-cooked meal for a change.” He said. “We talked to Katie and she wants to take us to the spa tonight to see Gerard. Is it ok?” Madison said. “Gerard, he was the one that took care of you last time and you ran so good the next day?” Henry said. “Yes, daddy, he has magic fingers.” Madison said and Sam giggled. “Magic fingers, well then, of course you can go.” Henry said and Madison laughed. “Thanks daddy, Katie is picking us up at 6:45.” Madison said and Henry looked at his watch. Madison smiled. “Good thing I said ok.” He said and she smiled shyly. Madison and Sam cleaned off the table and washed all the dishes. Madison walked into the living room and sat on Henry’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you daddy.” She said with her head on his chest. “I love you too baby.” He said. Sam smiled as she saw her friend hugging her daddy. The doorbell rang 15 minutes later, and Madison opened the door. Katie was standing there dressed in an incredibly cute summer dress. Madison was impressed again at how nice her boobs looked in everything she wore. She hoped hers would look as good as that one day. She thought she was off to a good start, especially if you asked any of her old guys. “Hi Katie.” Madison said and hugged her, burying her head in those wonderful breasts. “Hi sweetie, you guys ready?” Katie said as she held the young girl. “Yes, we can’t wait.” Madison said and continued to hug Katie. “Ok, sweetheart, you have to let me go so I can say hi to your daddy.” Katie said and Madison pulled back. “Hi Katie, thank you for taking the girls. They are looking forward to it.” He said and shook her hand. “Henry, they are wonderful girls and it really is my pleasure.” Katie said and smiled at Madison. Madison remembered Katie’s face when she was kissing her between her legs. She smiled as she realized what Katie meant now. “Ok, I will see you guys later.” Henry said and watched Katie walk down the driveway with a girl in each hand. He did like the look of that dress, especially the way Katie filled it out. His boss was a lucky man. Katie sat in the middle of the two cute girls, and she held both their hands. She loved being near Madison again, Sam being here was a bonus. She looked at Sam, she was such a lovely girl. Her face was perfect, and her long blonde hair was amazing. She remembered her body from last weekend, and she felt a tingle between her legs when she thought of her and Madison kissing all night. That would be fun to watch. Katie felt a shiver run through her body as she imagined two pretty girls lying in a bed. “Katie, thank you for reminding me. I can’t wait to see Gerard again.” Madison said. “He was giddy when I called him, he is really excited to see you guys.” Katie said. “Katie, I miss hanging out with you. Do you think we could spend the night tomorrow since we will be at your house already?” Madison said and squeezed Katie’s hand. Katie looked at the young girl and wondered if there would ever be anything she would refuse to give her. “I would love that, sweetheart, did you ask your daddy?” Katie said. “No, I just thought of it.” She said and giggled. “Well, if you get the ok from your parents it is ok with me.” She said. “Thank you, Katie. Sam, you are coming too so we can stop by your mom’s work and ask her tomorrow after the meet.” Madison said. “As you wish, my queen.” Sam said and Katie laughed. Madison looked at both of them seriously for a split second and then broke into a laugh. Aaron looked in the rearview mirror and loved what he saw. His back seat had not had that much beauty in it at one time ever. He rubbed his cock when he thought of tomorrow and all three of them running around the pool. Life was good. They pulled up in front of the shop and he held open the door as all three of them scrambled out of the car. Madison pulled Sam to the door. “Thank you, Aaron, we will be done in around an hour. You are so sweet to take us this late. How will I ever repay you?” Katie said and kissed his cheek. “Oh, I can think of a few ways.” He said and hugged her. “You naughty boy. My husband will be mad.” She said and pulled away from him. “Only if he can’t watch.” Aaron said and she laughed. He watched her amazing ass as she walked to the door. How did he get so lucky to be surrounded by so many wonderful girls? He got back into the car and tried to figure out what he could do for an hour. Madison saw Gerard leaning on the desk talking to a lady. She walked up and stood next to him. He finished talking and looked down. She almost jumped when he squealed. “Miss Madison. Oh, my day is complete.” Gerard said and hugged her. “Oh, my lord, Miss Samantha as well, I am overrun with riches tonight.” He said and Sam giggled. “Chopped liver over here.” Katie said and Gerard looked at her. “Miss Katie, never at any time in this world would you ever be considered chopped liver. I am simply surrounded by so much beauty I am overwhelmed.” He said and fanned himself. All the girls laughed. He led them to the small room with the wonderful robes and slippers. Madison was naked in seconds and wrapped in the robe. “My word, young lady, you got out of those clothes way too fast. Miss Katie still has a lot to teach you.” Gerard said and Madison laughed. “She has taught me quite a bit.” Madison said with an evil smile. “Madison.” Katie said, blushing slightly. “I can only imagine, Miss Katie is a woman with endless talents, you would be wise to learn from her.” Gerard said and smiled. Madison looked over and Sam was pulling on her robe, she caught a quick peek at her body and felt the familiar tingle when she looked at her friend naked. She walked over and grabbed Sam’s hand. Gerard led them out to the chairs. They all climbed up and Gerard was quickly filling the tubs with warm water. Soon all of them had their feet soaking. Gerard started with Sam and rubbed her feet like a magician. Sam leaned back with her eyes closed as she got her second foot rub of the day. “Miss Katie, do you want the full package tonight?” Gerard said as he rubbed the feet of the pretty little blonde. “Well, Madison will be very disappointed if she doesn’t get her massage, at least the leg part.” Katie said. “Oh please, Mr. Gerard.” Madison said and Gerard smiled. “As you wish, my lovely. I will take care of you myself since I had to give you to Miss Gloria last time. I will just need to see who we have here as even I cannot handle three ladies at once.” Gerard said. “Thank you, Mr. Gerard.” Madison said and leaned back. Gerard finished with the three girls and excused himself as they sat with their feet in warm water. He returned in a couple of minutes with two girls. “Miss Katie, this is Scarlett, she will be taking care of you tonight. She is terrific, do not be afraid to guide her.” Gerard said and Katie held out her hand. The young girl took her hand and helped her off the stand. Madison watched Katie walk off with the pretty girl. She wondered what was going to happen in that room. She knew what happened last time with Miss Gloria, Scarlett was very pretty, it looked like Katie would have a good time. “Miss Samantha, this is Amanda, she will be taking care of you tonight. Amanda, these two are athletes, focus on the legs and feet for this evening.” Gerard said and helped Sam off the stand. “Yes, sir. Come with me sweetheart.” Amanda said and led Sam away. “Now, my little princess, are you ready?” Gerard said. “Oh yes.” Madison said and Gerard smiled. He led her to the small white room. He closed the door and turned to her. He took her face in his hands. “You are so precious. Thank you so much for coming to visit me this evening.” He said and reached down to untie her robe. Madison looked down and then back up to him. “Are you comfortable with the same type of massage as we did at Miss Katie’s pool?” He said and she nodded. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and she heard him gasp as he looked at her standing in only her slippers. “You are so beautiful; I will never get tired of looking at you. You are a special girl.” He said and helped her onto the table. He pulled off her slippers and walked to the end of the table near her head. He looked down at the young girl and he was starstruck. Her body was perfect, so smooth and tight and yet enough curves to attract the attention of anyone. He rubbed oil on his hands and touched her shoulders, he felt her flinch and then moan as he rubbed the strong muscles. He worked on her shoulders and arms and watched her breasts move as he worked. Her nipples were stiff and looked so kissable. Gerard loved his boyfriends, but he was moved by beauty of all kinds. Miss Katie was the only woman that ever caused him to react until this little creature walked into his shop. He ran his hands over her breasts and loved the look of them glistening with oil. She moaned again as he rubbed across her nipples. He leaned over and kissed a stiff nipple. “Oh, Gerard, that feels so good.” Madison whimpered but her eyes remained closed. Gerard smiled and sucked on the small nipple. He moved to the side and started on her leg. He pulled her leg closer to him, causing her smooth pussy to open. He would get to that soon. He rubbed the strong thigh and moved to her calf. He worked on the other leg and laid it down on the table. He looked at her and she opened her eyes. “Gerard, please.” She said and he saw her legs open slightly. “Certainly, baby, relax and let Mr. Gerard make you feel better.” He said and moved to the end of the table. He pulled her closer slowly and soon her legs were spread with her feet sitting on the edge of the table. Her young pussy was open inches from Gerard’s face. He leaned over and kissed her softly between her legs. She moaned and he saw that she was already getting wet. He licked slowly, tasting her juices. He loved her taste, and he ran his tongue slowly up and down her opening. He heard her breathing starting to speed up. He pulled back and he saw hips move slightly, pushing up towards him. He leaned back in and kissed her open pussy. He moved his tongue up to her small clit and ran over it slowly. He felt her move and licked it again. He knew he could bring her to orgasm quickly, but he needed to make it special for her. He slowly licked her and ran his tongue into her. She was so warm and sweet, he loved this girl’s pussy, he could do this all day. Madison was in heaven, her body felt so good after he finished rubbing it and now he was in between her legs. He was magic there as well as she felt him pushing her to pleasure and then pulling her back. She felt it building more and more as he teased her. She was moving her hips as his tongue made love to her. She felt him lick her button and then suck on it. Finally, she felt her body lose control and the pleasure exploded through her. Gerard held the powerful thighs as she climaxed on his table. He looked up and her breasts were shaking as was the rest of her. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. He wished he had a picture of this on his wall, it was inspirational. This girl was very special. Madison felt her body slowly recover and she felt weightless on the table. Her muscles were totally relaxed, and she was not sure she could stand even if she wanted to. She saw him move and he was looking down at her. He leaned over and kissed her gently. “You are quite the girl; you make me question my life little one.” Gerard said and she smiled. “Thank you, you are wonderful. I love you.” She said softly. “I love you too little bird.” He said and kissed her again. He started cleaning up as she laid on the table and tried to get her muscles to fire. Her legs were hanging off the table and he walked over between them. He took her hands and pulled her to a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around her. She felt his hands on her back. She put her arms around his body and hugged him. Katie was waiting in the room with Sam. They were dressed and Madison was still not back. “Sam, how was Amanda?” Katie said. “She was great, my legs feel much better, but my feet feel really great.” She said. “Yeah, Gerard is good with feet.” Katie said and she saw Sam looking at her. “Katie, why are you being so nice to us?” She said and Katie saw a slight look of sadness in her eyes. “Baby, you and your crazy little friend are incredibly cool, and I wonder sometimes why you hang out with me.” She said. “But we are just kids and not even related to you. You and Mr. Thompson probably have much cooler friends than us.” Sam said and Katie moved over to Sam and took her hands. “Sam, you are amazing, and anyone would be honored to hang out with you. I love you and I love it when you are around. You are welcome at my house anytime and I hope you let me be around you until you grow up and get too cool for me.” She said and Sam smiled. “Thank you, I promise never to get too cool for you.” Sam said. Katie leaned over and kissed her gently. Sam hugged her and Katie felt the strength in the young girl’s arms as she wrapped them around her. She held the hug and quickly figured out this one was going to last for a bit. She put her right hand on the back of Sam’s head and rubbed. “Well, at least they found something to do while they were waiting for us.” Gerard said and quickly caught his breath when he saw the tears on Sam’s face as Katie pulled away from the hug. She wiped her cheeks quickly and looked up at them with a smile. “Well, it’s about time, rock star, we figured you guys fell asleep.” Sam said. “Sorry guys, my fault, I couldn’t get my body to work.” Madison said and sat in the chair. “Likely story, I am still going with the nap, we have been in here forever.” Sam said and Madison giggled. Gerard watched the girls and looked at Katie. She looked at him with as much confusion as he felt. He felt like there was something else here, but he couldn’t put his finger on it yet. He would have to try and see these girls more, it bothered him not knowing everything that was happening with his clients, especially his special ones. Aaron held the door as his princesses climbed into the back seat. “Everything go good, ladies?” He said as he buckled his belt. “Oh yes, it was wonderful. Thank you for bringing us Aaron.” Madison said. “No problem baby girl.” He said and pulled into traffic. They pulled into Madison’s driveway and stopped. Madison hugged Katie and kissed her, moving her tongue into her mouth. She pulled back after a minute and looked at Katie. “I will see you tomorrow, right?” Madison said. “Absolutely, I would not miss it for the world.” Katie said and Madison smiled. “Good, now kiss Sam good night.” Madison said and climbed into the front seat. Sam and Katie watched Madison climb over the seat and then sit on Aaron’s lap with her arms around his neck. They shrugged and Katie kissed Sam. She felt the young girl shiver and then she slid her tongue slowly into her mouth. She felt her open her lips and then she felt the warm little tongue meet hers. She was obsessed with these two girls. “Aaron, are you coming to watch me run?” Madison said. “Yes, maam.” He said. “And you will be at the Thompson’s house tomorrow, we are coming over after the meet.” She said. “Yes, maam.” He said. “Good, because we have not practiced in a while.” She said and he felt her lower her body and her little butt wiggle over his cock, which hardened instantly. She smiled as she sat on it while it grew. “You are the devil, little girl.” He whispered. “You think I am evil?” She said and moved her hips slowly. “Pure evil and wrapped in a pretty package so no one would ever suspect.” He said and she smiled. She leaned into him and kissed him. She missed his kisses; she ran her tongue into his mouth, and she felt his meet hers. They kissed for a while until she heard Sam clear her throat from the back seat. “You guys want us to get out so you can be alone?” Sam said and Madison pulled back from him slowly. “Don’t you worry, Miss Simmons. As soon as we get out of this car, I am going to kiss you for a long time.” Madison said as she looked at Aaron. She saw his eyes light up, she knew he was thinking of her and Sam kissing. She moved her mouth close to his ear. “I am going to kiss her all over.” Madison whispered in his ear and moved her hips on him. “Pure fucking evil.” He whispered and she giggled. Aaron watched them walk up to the house and wave at them. They went in and he looked at Katie in the rearview. “So, do you think we can make it home before I fuck you senseless?” Aaron said. “Yeah, we probably should. I will call Brad and have him meet us in the driveway because I will for sure not be able to wait long enough to get into the house.” She said and he saw her start unbuttoning her dress. He jammed the car into gear and tried not to get a speeding ticket on the way home. Barry Jones was torn as he sat in front of his computer, holding the small piece of paper. He had been happy to help Henry when he called, he still had contacts in the industry. Barry looked at the paper in his hands, written on it was the address and password for the new security system protecting the home of Henry and Madison. He knew he should just get up and walk into the kitchen. His finger hovered over the icon and he did not feel it, but the icon opened and he was looking at the password screen. He closed his eyes and struggled. He opened them and the password was entered. He felt his finger move and then a list appeared on the screen. His mouse hovered over the line – “Bedroom Two”. He pulled away from the mouse. He took a deep breath, but he knew he would not have the strength. That little white skirt this morning and those yellow panties clouded his mind. He clicked and the screen opened. Madison and Sam walked into her bedroom. Madison took Sam into her arms and started kissing her. She ran her hands down her friend’s body. She loved how soft and firm it was. She pulled back and looked at Sam. “We should get into our jammies.” Madison said and Sam nodded. She started unbuttoning Sam’s shirt while her neighbor watched closely.

Meeting Sorcha and Megan by Joanna86 Summer in England can be extremely frustrating, two or three days of sunshine, followed by a humid hell and then thunderstorms. If you’re lucky, the sun will return a few days later and you can feel the heat on your body once more. There are summers when the sunny days are few and far between but there are those when it’s day after day of gorgeous weather and there’s no place better to be. This story took place a few years ago, when England was experiencing one of its better summers, temperatures were regularly hitting the high twenties and my all over tan was getting darker and darker. I’d just turned twenty-four and was a little irritated when a client requested that I visited them and give their new accounts staff advice and tuition on their role in their accounts department. It meant I’d need to drive two hours, down to the south coast, spend a couple of hours telling their staff how to do tasks which I thought were easy to anyone with a little common sense and then drive two hours back home. The weather forecast suggested a day of scorching sunshine, temperatures of thirty degrees and I’d miss most of it. I’d made my appointment to see them, meaning I’d need to be there by 11.30. that way, I could miss the bulk of the rush hour traffic and given the weather forecast and that I should be finished doing what I had to, by 1.30, I could find a beach and enjoy some sun on my body before I started my return journey. Waking about 8.00am, I had breakfast and filled my Jacuzzi bath and climbed onto the edge. As was my daily routine, I covered my legs and pubic region with soap and shaved off any unwanted stubble that had dared to grow in the previous twenty-four hours. Sliding into the bath, with the Jacuzzi working fully, I gave myself chance to relax before I faced the day ahead. It wasn’t long before I was back in my bedroom, dry, naked and deciding what to wear. After a few seconds of deliberation, I selected a white, multi-coloured patterned summer dress but decided not to put it on until I’d arrived on the south coast at my clients. The daring and exhibitionist part of my character, thought it would be more exciting to drive, wearing one of my string bikinis and a pair of flip-flops on my feet. After brushing my hair, putting on the bikini and flip-flops, I picked up my dress, shoes and sunglasses and headed out to my car. It had just turned 9.00am when I shut the front door of the house and despite being early in the day, it was already warm and sultry, so stood beside the car for a few seconds, enjoying the heat on my virtually naked body. The bikini was red and left little to the imagination, three triangular pieces of material covering my nipples and pussy lips, held together by flimsy string around my back, hips and arse cheeks but it made me feel very sexy. Finally, I was in the car and on my way. As I’d expected, traffic was busy with those trying to avoid the morning rush hour. The M5 had three lanes of heavy traffic but was flowing at a steady sixty miles per hour. Within fifteen minutes, I was filtering onto the M42 and running along the southern side of England’s second biggest city and despite the flow of traffic thickening, I maintained a steady speed. Another twenty minutes later and I was on the M40 driving south. Each mile south I drove, the thinner the traffic became, allowing me to speed up a little, to seventy miles per hour. With my ipod playing through my car stereo, sunroof and back windows open, to create a flow of air, I was totally relaxed and enjoying the drive. I realised after some time that other drivers were enjoying the sight of my upper body, covered scantily by my bikini top and as I watched a lorry driver go past and look down at me, I began to feel aroused. My pussy started to throb and felt my nipples harden. I couldn’t resist slowing down a little, allowing, wanting more vehicles to go past and look into my car but after an hour of my journey, I’d soon be exiting the motorway and starting the next stage of my trip. I took my foot off the accelerator and filtered left onto the slip-road to leave the motorway, joining the queue of vehicles at the traffic lights. Glancing down at my bikini bottoms, I chuckled when I saw how wet the triangular piece of material, which covered my pussy, had become. My head filled with mischievous thoughts in an instant. Slipping my car into park, I raised my hips and without hesitation, pulled my bikini bottoms off, throwing them triumphantly onto the passenger seat to my left. Returning my car back to the drive position, I looked to my right and saw the driver in a lorry looking at me and smiling. I’d driven completely nude on a few occasions previously but only locally, around my home town. However, feeling as horny as I was, I was considering taking off my bikini top and driving the rest of the way naked but just as I was about to unfasten my top, the lights changed to green. The traffic started to move, filtering onto the roundabout ahead but as I inched forward, I couldn’t resist glancing down. My nipples were fully erect, pressed firmly against the material of my bikini top and as I gazed lower, to my bare lower body, I could see my swollen clit poking out between my glistening pussy lips. I chuckled as I thought, thank god I’ve got leather seats. Refocussing, I turned off the roundabout and began to speed up as I joined the duel carriageway that was the A34. For the following fifteen minutes, with the influence of one of the country’s major university cities, traffic was going to be heavy once more and I needed to concentrate on driving. God, I was horny and couldn’t get thoughts of driving nude out of my head and of lorry drivers looking into my car, seeing my tanned athletic body, firm 34 B cup breasts and shaved pussy. Travelling between fifty and sixty miles per hour, I wondered if I could remove my top. Even though I’d been on that road for a few minutes, I’d had a couple of appreciative thumbs up and smiles from fellow drivers. Another few minutes passed by as I tried to decide. What’s wrong with me, I thought. I spend every day at work, naked with my colleagues and have sex with any of them. Nudity is second nature to me, I love the feeling of freedom and I love to be seen. So, why was I driving with my bikini top on or wondering if I should drive naked? Imperceptibly, there were less and less vehicles on the road as the influence of the city grew smaller and urban sprawl, replaced by lush green fields. Another lorry rumbled by to my right, horn honking as the driver looked at me. Full of mischief, I accelerated to keep pace with him. Leaning forward a few inches, as I focussed on the road and traffic ahead of me, I reached behind my back and pulled at the bow that fastened my top. I felt it loosen and looked up at the lorry driver as I took hold of the strap around my neck and pulled my bikini top off to leave me naked. Suddenly, the sensations of arousal intensified further, juices trickling faster from my pussy, clit and g-spot throbbing hard. The urge to cum was becoming impossible to ignore. The traffic had thinned considerably, allowing me to relax a little or to put it into other words, place the fingertips of my left hand on my clit and tease. Oh god, I moaned as I started to circle slowly, making sure that I could still focus on driving safely. There was around ten minutes to drive before I’d reach the next road intersection and thought I could cum there if I needed too. It felt as though I was sitting in a puddle of my juices and the smell of sex in the car was turning me on more. I allowed one finger to penetrate between my pussy lips, causing me to moan and tense up when my pussy squeezed hard in response. As I let my finger move slowly in and out, I was amazed by how wet I felt and despite using only one finger, of how hard my pussy was squeezing onto it. I was only doing fifty miles per hour, which allowed many vehicles to pass and see my naked body, turning me on further. Another few miles travelled and the next intersection came into view, the traffic slowing down in front of me. I continued to masturbate, slowly moving my fingers in and out of my pussy but kept my focus on the quickly changing traffic conditions ahead. Much to my surprise, the roundabout over the M4 only help me up by a few seconds and meant there was no chance for me to orgasm. Frustration radiated through my body as I pulled away from the roundabout, my pussy throbbing hard and demanding satisfaction. There was about forty minutes left to drive and endure the sensations of sexual frustration but then I saw salvation, a sign, one mile to a service station. My decision was made, I would stop there and masturbate. Just over a minute later, I was pulling into the carpark of the service station, looking for a space away from prying eyes. I opened my windows fully, lay my chair back and plunged my fingers into my throbbing pussy as I opened my legs wide. As soon as my fingers penetrated between my pussy lips, I moaned with pleasure and gasped when my fingertips touched my g-spot. I was desperate, teasing hard and fast, with urgent desire, fingertips working my g-spot mercilessly. My pussy throbbed hard on my fingers, making me feel as though I’d cum with the next contraction. I manoeuvred my thumb onto my clit, gasping loudly as my body tensed and back arched. My eyes clamped shut, unable to breathe, until my pussy relaxed its grip on my body and I started to cum, squirting juices against the dashboard. Despite my clit being unbearably sensitive, I couldn’t resist teasing it with my fingers, hard for a few seconds, until I started to orgasm once again. Breathing heavily, I gave myself a minute or more to come down from my orgasmic high and relax. I sat up and opened the car door. I’d parked in a quiet area of the carpark but still felt I should check if it was safe to get out of my car. I slipped off my flip-flops and stepped out of the car, the tarmacked ground was very hot, causing me to hop a little. I walked a few paces away from the car, exposing myself to anyone that decided to look in my direction. After a few seconds, I turned around and looked onto the driver seat, where I’d sat. It was no surprise to see a pool of juices had formed on the leather. Moving back to the car, I dipped my fingers into the puddle, coating them liberally with the juices before I put them in my mouth and sucked them. I loved the sweet taste of my juices but resisted the temptation of tasting more and brushed the puddle off the seat. I took another few paces away from the car, in an act of defiant exhibitionism, before returning to the car and preparing to drive once more. With the engine running, flip-flops back on my feet, I took a glance down to my clit. Even though I’d cum very hard, I was surprised at just how swollen it looked as it poked proudly between my wet pussy lips. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, saw I had just under an hour to do the last leg of my journey, so pulled away from my parking spot and a minute later I was back on the A34, travelling south. The feel of cool air on my bare skin, rushing through the car as I drove at sixty miles per hour was refreshing. Of course, as had happened before, drivers passing by, smiled and waved as they saw my naked body but I tried to stay in control and get to my destination on time. The miles seemed to pass by quickly, green fields replaced gradually by the buildings of the coastal city. Once off the A34 it was only a five-minute drive to my client’s office and hadn’t considered that I would arrive there naked. What if I was seen? It was 11.16am when I turned into the office carpark of my client’s business. I looked for a spot away from the building but the only ones free, were the places designated for visitors, adjacent to the building. I chuckled, realising that I’d most likely be seen by workers in the offices. With that realisation, I decided there was little point attempting to hide that I’d driven naked. I pulled into the middle of five free space, thinking that I may as well give anyone who looks, as good view. I opened the car door, kicked off my flip-flops, took a deep breath and got to my feet. Taking a few steps forward, the heat of the sunshine hit my body, I raised my arms and stretched. Forcing myself to avoid looking through the windows, into the offices, I turned back towards my car and opened the back door. Picking my shoes from the foot-well behind the driver’s seat, I placed them onto the floor in front of me and stepped into them as I bent over. Mischievous thoughts entered my head once more, realising what type of view onlookers might be getting from the offices, so held my pose for a few seconds before standing upright. Leaning forward, I picked my dress off the back seat and took three paces backwards. Taking my dress in both hands and pulled it over my head, allowing it to slide seductively down my body. I reached behind my back, pulled up the zip to my dress, stepped forward, picked up my laptop, locked the car and walked towards to office entrance. Entering the building, the cool air-conditioned air made me shudder and gave me goose bumps. I decided to go to the bathroom and wash my pussy, before I saw my client, well aware that I smelled strongly of sex. The cool water felt refreshing on my pussy but as I rubbed it over my clit, along with soap, I couldn’t help letting out a moan of pleasure. I resisted the temptation to tease myself and was soon dry and presentable. A few minutes later, I was introducing myself to my client, Adam Roulande, exchanging small talk about the weather and that I was hoping to go to the beach after meeting with his staff. We discussed his account, company finances and of what Adam expected would happen in the future, short and long term and of assistance I could give. Adam then took me to an adjoining office and introduced me to the latest additions to his accounts team. Both girls smiled as if holding back a giggle. I smiled, realising as I looked out of the window that they had seen me but calmly said hello and, “I bet you saw me arrive? It was their turn to be embarrassed and saw their cheeks redden quickly. Adam introduced them as his two Irish runaways and once again, they laughed with embarrassment. Sorcha was about 5’2, with short brown hair and brown eyes. At best, you would argue that her physique was curvy, being overweight but to most who chose to look, her most striking feature was her E cup breasts. Megan, by comparison was the same height, with same eye and hair colouring but her hair was longer, shoulder length. However, she was very slim and boobs that were very small. Both girls were dressed in similar clothes; shoes, knee length skirt, underwear and white, sleeveless blouse. When they eventually spoke, both had a lovely soft Irish accent that made you want them to keep talking. From the moment I saw them, I guessed that they were lesbians and girlfriends and was later proved to be right. Adam stayed in the room for ten minutes as I ascertained their level of knowledge of the accounting procedures they would be using. Eventually, he told us he’d be back in an hour to see how we’d got on and then left us to it. From a shy beginning, the girls started to relax and wasn’t long before they became flirtatious. They told me that they left their home, in a small village in Southern Ireland, to escape the antagonism to their sexuality and that they’d been very lucky to find jobs where they could work together. I’d kicked off my shoes and sat at the desk with my laptop in front of me, Sorcha sitting to my left and Megan my right. Each time I’d point out something, I’d feel an arm round my shoulder as one or both tried to get a better view of my laptop screen. My dress was mid-thigh length. Id ignored the way either of the girls had brushed their fingertips against the bare flesh of my legs and didn’t notice that the hem of my dress was gradually being pushed higher. For what I considered to be butch lesbians, their touch was incredibly seductive, accidentally brushing my long dark wavy hair, allowing their warm breath to tease my neck and fingertips to softly touch my thighs. I was getting very wet and my clit and g-spot throbbing hard. “Was Mr Roulande winding us up? He told us, you and all your staff work naked,” Megan blurted out. I laughed. It was a question which came out of the blue and surprised me a little but told them, it was true. Their eyes widened and asked question after question, from how many of us worked there, were they male or female and did we have sex. I told them that there were six females, other than myself and two males and that of course we had sex. Tying to remain professional, I managed to guide the conversation back to work and complete every subject that I was required to before Adam returned. “Are you going straight back home after you’re finished here,” Sorcha asked. “No. I thought I’d go and find a beach and spend an hour or so there. I have my bikini in the car.” Once more the girls’ eyes widened, suggesting I went to Eastney beach, where I’d have no need for my bikini. The idea of being naked on the beach really appealed to me and would be a first for me in England. Without thinking, I said it was disappointing that they couldn’t come with me. Before the conversation could develop further, the door opened and Adam came in. He asked how things had gone. I informed him of their progress and jokingly, suggested he allowed the girls to take the afternoon off, so they could show me the way to the beach. To our surprise, he agreed and a few minutes later we were on our way to my car. The girls gave me the post code for their apartment, assuring me it was a five minute drive, having already told me that they walked to work each day. To my surprise, the girls both sat in the back seat but as I stared to drive, I could see why. Glancing into my rear view mirror, I watched them cuddle together and kiss passionately. I was still turned on from their attempts of subtle seduction in the office, so watching them kiss with such desire for the other made my clit throb harder. Sure enough, it was less than five minutes journey to their apartment building and as soon as I parked the car, Sorcha suggested I went with them, instead of waiting in the car for them to get changed. The apartment itself was small, consisting of a living room and kitchen combined, a bathroom and bedroom. Sorcha and Megan went straight to the bedroom as I went to the bathroom. “You can leave your dress here Joanna. We will put towels around us, until we get to the beach,” Megan said, as I walked back into the bedroom from the bathroom. The girls stopped to look at me, standing side by side in their underwear, which consisted of lacy French knickers and lacy bras. I smiled, stopping a few steps away from them, kicked off my shoes, reached behind me, undid my dress and pulled it unceremoniously over my head and off, to leave me naked. “Oh wow, your body looks so much better close. You looked amazing when we saw you get out of your car this morning but you’re exquisite to see now,” Megan said as she took off her bra. I smiled, as I felt juices trickling from my pussy, down my thighs. I spread my arms out to the side and turned around slowly, allowing the girls to see my body completely and then, after handing my dress and shoes to Sorcha, left the room, sitting down, cross legged on the sofa. Less than a minute later, the girls strode through the doorway, naked, Megan carrying three big beach towels. I was asked if I wanted to put on sun-cream but declined, arguing that I didn’t need any given my skin colouring and already well tanned. The girls turned to face the other. Sorcha took the bottle of cream and squirted several lines of cream down Meagan’s body before beginning to rub it over her pale Irish skin. The way she caressed her girlfriends body with her hands, it was obvious that Sorcha was trying to turn her on, looking at her hard nipples and the way she was breathing, her efforts were obviously working. Watching Sorcha and Megan rub sun-cream on the other, was not only turning them on, my pussy was dribbling uncontrollably and acting as a magnet to my fingers. Without making a conscious decision to do it, the fingertips of my left hand moved onto my clit, circling with quickening pace. It wasn’t until I gasped as my pussy throbbed violently that the girls noticed. They had begun to kiss as they massaged the cream around the others pussy and tease their clit. It didn’t take long for them to start grinding themselves onto the others fingers and moaning as they kissed. As they heard my gasp of pleasure, the girls stopped kissing and turned to look in my direction. Their eyes widened but the sight of me masturbating as I watched them must have turned them on further because their fingers quickened to a blur on the others clit. Suddenly, the room was filled by the sound of our moans of desperation. The familiar sensations of my pussy throbbing hard, were taking my breath away. Placing my feet on the sofa, I spread my legs further and plunged my fingers into my pussy, moving in and out, fucking myself hard and fast. An instant later, I saw Sorcha and then Megan tense, arching their backs and start to orgasm. I continued to finger fuck my pussy as I watched the girls enjoy their moment of orgasmic pleasure but as they started to relax, moved my fingers back to my clit. It took less than ten seconds for my body to react, gasping and squirting juices on to the floor as I started to cum. “Oh my god, you squirt. That is so hot,” Sorcha exclaimed excitedly. My clit throbbed hard as I squirted for a second time, juices splashing on the wooden floor by the girls bare feet and my knees clamped together instinctively, as if to say, no more, that’s enough for now. There was a period of silence, none of us knowing what to do or say but once I’d recovered a little and sat upright, I chuckled, saying, “Time to get to the beach now that we’ve all cum.” We laughed. Megan handed me a towel as I watched the girls wrap their towels around themselves. I got to my feet, unravelled the towel and wrapped it around my body. Sorcha moved to the kitchen area, picked up three bottles of water from the fridge and barefoot, we left the apartment and to my car. It was no more than fifteen minutes to the beach carpark, the three of us talking excitedly about differing subjects but would return regularly to the topic of feeling the sun on our naked bodies. With the car locked, we started to walk down to the beach. The girls informed me that the first section of beach was for people wearing beachwear and that we had a half mile walk before we could take off our towels. The sand was warm, almost hot on our feet as we walked side by side along the shoreline. It was about 2.30 in the afternoon, the heat of the sun warming my flesh and soon felt beads of sweat trickling down my body. Considering it was a week day, I was surprised to see how many people were on the beach. Sorcha pointed out the clothing optional sign, about one hundred metres ahead of us and we laughed, noticing how the numbers on the beach swelled close to the clothing optional sign. We walked another twenty to thirty metres, when I decided that people were on that part of beach to look onto the clothing optional section, so pulled off my towel as we continued to walk. Megan was the first to look at me, smile and pull off her towel, followed an instant later by Sorcha. By the time the three of us were naked, we were within thirty metres of the sign and as you’d expect, noticed by many others on the beach. I was quite proud of my 5’6 athletic body and was never short of getting complimented, especially when I was naked but as we walked along the beach, it was obvious that eyes were focussed on Sorcha’s boobs and nothing else. “Does Sorcha always get the attention,” I asked Megan as I lay my towel down on the sand. Megan laughed. “It’s not Sorcha getting the attention. It’s her huge boobs. Mind you, they are nice and don’t sag yet.” Walking along the shoreline, onto the naturist section of the beach, I was amazed at the number of naked people there were. My other experiences of nude beaches were in Australia and on those occasions, also week days, it’s fair to argue that the numbers were few and space to sunbathe, plentiful. On Eastney beach, there looked to be a sixty to forty split in favour of female nudists. Ages seemed to be that females were younger and males older but that was a generalisation. I smiled, looking into the sea, there was a man in his late fifties, stroking his hard cock furiously as he stood a few metres away from a younger couple lying in the sea, having sex. This could be an entertaining few hours, I thought. Having put my towel down on the sand, I dropped to my knees and eased forward to lie on my front. The girls placed their towels, either side and adjacent to mine, lying down on their backs, seemingly as close to me as they could get but I thought nothing of them doing that. A few minutes of silence passed by as we all took time to relax and enjoy the heat of the sun on our bodies. Sorcha broke the silence. “Do you squirt every time you cum? Megan and I never have.” “I didn’t start squirting until I was seventeen but every girl can do it. You just need to know which button to press to begin with,” I replied. The girls became excited at the idea of them being able to squirt and asked if I could teach them, suggesting that I stayed, spending the night with them. It made sense to stay. I’d need to drive home in rush hour traffic, if I travelled back that evening and that idea wasn’t very appealing when compared to sleeping with the girls and driving home the following day. Thoughts of teaching the girls how to squirt entered my head. I felt my pussy throb a little but became more turned on when I felt fingertips running up and down the back of my thighs as both girls touched me. With my legs together, it wasn’t long before the seductive touch of the girls fingertips made my thighs clench together rhythmically, making my breathing heavier. It felt as though Sorcha and Megan were teasing me in perfect unison. Their fingers moved to the cheeks of my arse, tracing in circles, one working clockwise and the other anti-clockwise. As I felt fingertips run agonisingly slowly between my arse cheeks, I moaned and spread my legs apart invitingly, grinding my pussy against the towel. “Do you always penetrate your pussy with your fingers, like you did earlier, when you masturbate? Megs and I have never done that,” Sorcha said. I told her that it depended on my mood but generally, I liked the sensations that teasing my g-spot gives me, so there had to be penetration for that. Fucking with my fingers makes me cum but it’s gives a less intense orgasm. “So, sex with the men at work isn’t as good as the girls,” Sorcha asked. That was a difficult question to answer. There were occasions, where I didn’t cum from having sex with Andrew or Peter but always did when others were involved but I’d never argue that I didn’t enjoy sex with them, just that it didn’t satisfy me sometimes. It was Megan’s turn to be curious. “Do you use protection? Do any of your staff have boyfriends or girlfriends or married?” Both Andrew and Peter had girlfriends, who were staff members but once in the office, there were no sexual boundaries. That was part of the agreement we all made when we decided to take off our clothes at first. All girls in the office, apart from Anika, were on the pill. Anika was of Indian origin, married and four months pregnant. Sorcha and Megan’s eyes widened when I suggested it was unlikely to be Anika’s husband’s child because they only had sex once a month but she fucked both Andrew and Peter once per day, she had an insatiable sexual appetite. The fingers of Sorcha and Megan hadn’t stopped moving on my body, caressing the cheeks of my arse and down to the lips of my pussy. “Would they make us pregnant too? We want children,” Sorcha said. I suggested that the girls came to the midlands for a holiday, stay with me and Andrew and Peter could fuck them every day at the office. As forty minutes passed by, I pushed myself up onto my knees, allowing juices to trickle from my pussy before I turned over and lie down on my back. Within a minute, I felt the flesh of my breasts being explored by the fingertips of Sorcha and Megan. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations radiating through my body. I bit my lip, feeling the girls fingertips circling the areola of each nipple and felt juices run faster from my pussy. Reaching up, I covered Megan’s hand with mine, guiding it off my breast, down my stomach and onto my wet pussy. I moaned as I used her fingers to tease my pussy lips. Easing Megan’s fingers up and down my lips, I then pressed two of her fingers into my pussy. Looking at her face, I watched her reacting as my pussy throbbed and squeezed as her fingers pushed deeper inside. Breathing heavily, obviously turned on, Megan said, “Oh my god Jo. That feels so intense how your pussy is squeezing my fingers.” She paused and continued, “We have never kissed another girl or boy.” I turned my head and smiled. She was already lying on her left side, still with her fingers in my pussy, exploring, circling inside, so I rolled to my right. I put my left arm around her, moved my head towards Megan’s and tenderly kissed her lips. Pulling away a few inches, she smiled before I moved forward again, running my tongue along her lips. I tensed, feeling her fingertips on my g-spot, my pussy throbbing harder in response. Megan opened her mouth instinctively and I wasted no time, exploring her tongue with mine. “Wow. I never thought I’d be turned on as much as I am, seeing Megs snogging another girl and fingering her,” I heard Sorcha say. I was surprised to feel the intimacy and passion in her response to my kiss, her nerves disappearing in seconds and allowing herself to be lost in the moment. It would have been easy to have allowed our passion to develop and have sex, she had her fingers in my pussy but I wanted to kiss Sorcha too. Rolling onto my back, I broke off my kiss with Megan. She moaned with disapproval as I took hold of her wrist and eased her fingers away from my pussy. I told her to wait as I turned onto my left side and lifted my right knee. Reaching between my open legs, I took hold of her hand and guided her fingers back to my pussy lips. I watched Sorcha’s eyes look between our bodies and heard her gasp as she saw Megan’s fingers slide into my pussy. “Keep fucking me Megan or teasing my g-spot now you’ve found it. I like it. Make me cum.” I said. An instant later, Sorcha moved forward, placing her open mouth on mine, immediately swirling her tongue with desperation and urgency on mine. Megan moved closer to me and began kissing the back of my neck as her fingers moved in and out of my pussy while I kissed her girlfriend. Sorcha’s tongue slowed, making the kiss more seductive and passionate. We heard a voice from a few metres away, “Excuse me. It is the etiquette here to move to the shoreline to have sex.” I pulled away from Sorcha to look at who was talking to us. Megan however, continued to move her fingers in and out of my pussy as my body responded, bucking against her. There was a tall elderly man, I guessed in his seventies, standing close to our feet, sporting a fully erect cock, which I’ll admit looked to be quite big, given he had no pubic hair. I looked at him and said, “Well, I’m as turned on as your cock looks to be. I’m going to have sex with these two gorgeous girls. I have to make them cum. Feel free to watch.” Pushing both girls away, I got up onto my knees, facing the girls. I looked at Megan and saw her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Reaching to my left, I encouraged her to bend her legs and part them. Having made eye contact, I moved to my left and between her feet. Megan parted her knees, invitingly further, making it impossible to resist lowering myself on top of her. My tongue met hers as our open mouths met, kissing passionately. I felt Megan wrap her legs around me as my pussy pressed against hers and I spread my legs a little. Our tongues swirled together seductively, allowing passions to be fuelled further, as I rotated my hips in circles, grinding against her pussy. The more I ground against her, the further apart I felt our pussy lips spread, exposing our clits gradually. Megan began to respond, pushing up against me. I felt Megan lift her knees higher, towards her chest, enabling me to open my legs further. Circling my hips faster, harder and wider, my clit exposed and began to rub against Megan’s. Within an instant of our clits touching, we stopped kissing as desperation took over from controlled seduction. Breathing harder and harder, it took only a few seconds before both Megan and I began to moan. Circular movements with my hips, altered subtlety to ones where I pounded hard, with a quickening desperate rhythm. I felt Megan respond, her hands clutching my arse cheeks, encouraging me to pound harder. “Harder Jo. I’m so close. Fuck me,” Megan moaned desperately. With my pussy throbbing, it was getting hard to focus on satisfying Megan and simply cuming myself. With her words in my head, I pounded my pussy hard onto hers and after about thirty seconds, Megan’s back arched, legs wrapped tight around me as she started to orgasm. Her moans of pleasure were all I needed to send me over the edge and continued to pound on her but with desperation to cum. Suddenly, my pussy contracted hard and a second later I was squirting over Megan. I slumped on top of Megan but before I had chance to relax and come down from my orgasm, I heard Sorcha say it was her turn. I felt Sorcha pull me away from Megan and push me onto my back. There was no time for me to think, Sorcha straddling my head, pushing her pussy against my mouth. Opening my mouth, I ran my tongue up and down Sorcha’s pussy lips before plunging deep, fast and hard into her. As my tongue penetrated between her pussy, I felt Sorcha’s body tense and heard her gasp. I moved my hands to caress her plump, curvaceous arse cheeks as my tongue moved in and out of her pussy, five slow strokes, followed by five fast. Continuing the slow then fast rhythm in and out of her pussy, it wasn’t long before she started to buck her hips in response. Her moans were developing quickly as I moved my hands up her body to her breasts, caressing them gently. I was surprised how wet Sorcha was, sweet juices on my tongue and trickling steadily into my mouth and wondered why she hadn’t squirted before when she’d cum. Sorcha was straddling my head with her arse facing away from me, allowing me to see the look of pleasure on her face. She gasped as I took her clit between my teeth, pulling it gently before flicking my tongue across it. Her back arched, pushing her pussy hard against my mouth and I guessed she was close to climaxing. I sucked hard on her clit, released and sucked again, repeating in a quickening rhythm. Sorcha tensed, gasped and an instant later started to cum. Sorcha knelt motionless for a while, her pussy dribbling juices onto my lips and face, until she eventually moved. She eased herself backwards, until her knees straddled my waist and then bent down to kiss me tenderly on the lips. A few seconds later, Sorcha was lying on her towel beside me, the three of us lying face up, naked and enjoying the afternoon sun. Time ticked by. Looking lazily at my watch, I saw it was 4.30 and suggested we should go back to the car as we’d had enough time in the sun. As we stood up, I noticed the numbers on the beach had thinned out a little. We picked up our towels, shook them free of sand and the girls started to wrap theirs around themselves before we started to walk back to the car. I told them I was going to carry my towel and walk as far as I could, naked. Sorcha and Megan giggled but immediately pulled off their towel and said, “Let’s go.” As we had earlier, we walked side by side along the sand but this time, with me between the two girls. Within a minute, we’d gone past the sign, advising normal beach attire was required but we continued to walk naked. Our exhibitionist instincts were running on over-drive, taking the most direct path towards the carpark, walking between people who were still on the beach. It was impossible not to enjoy the attention we were getting, however there were as many bad comments as there were good. The closer to the carpark we got, the more people there were and as if reading the others thoughts, the three of us took our towels and wrapped them around ourselves to cover up. Five minutes later we reached the carpark and soon in the car, heading back to Sorcha and Megan’s flat. As we crawled along through the rush hour traffic, we chatted and laughed about the days events. Suddenly, we heard an audible rumble from Megan’s stomach, making us chuckle when she announced that she was hungry. Sat in a queue of traffic, the smell from a nearby Fish and Chip shop wafted through the car, wetting our appetite and was no surprise when Sorcha suggested we could get some to eat. The girls argued that the best place for Fish and Chips was over the road from where they lived, with Megan joking that we could even eat them there and not taking them back to the flat. Dressed in nothing but a towel, I thought buying the Fish and Chips as a takeaway, we could get away with but eating them there, might be stretching our luck a little. However, the more we discussed it and closer we got to the girls flat, the more excited Sorcha and Megan became, almost demanding that we did it. I was still wet and turned on from having sex on the beach with the girls, my pussy throbbing intensely with thoughts of doing what the girls wanted. Rush hour traffic meant that it took a further ten minutes before we could see the Fish and Chip shop and the building where the girls lived and was advised to park in the carpark adjacent to the girls flat. It was barely a fifty metre walk across the road to the Chip shop, the intoxicating smell of the food wafting towards us on the gentle breeze. With the car parked, my heart racing with excitement, I picked up my purse and prepared to walk, wearing nothing more than a towel, to the shop with the girls. I was surprised how warm the floor was on my bare feet given that it was after five in the afternoon. Sorcha and Megan walked, holding hands, a few steps ahead of me. Suddenly, the traffic stopped and the girls changed direction to cross the road, running between the stationary vehicles. As I followed, I felt my towel loosen around my breasts and a further step later, dropping off my body. Without stopping, I grabbed it just before it hit the ground but not in time to prevent my body from being exposed. Slowing to a walk as I reached the middle of the road, I smiled at a driver who gave an appreciative wolf whistle when he saw my exposed body. My heart pounded with excitement but resisted the temptation of staying nude longer than I needed, wrapping the towel around my body as I continued towards the opposite side of the road. Sorcha and Megan had witnessed my towel dropping off and laughed loudly while the waited on the curb-side for me to catch up with them. Within a few seconds I’d joined them on the pavement and we’d continued the short walk towards the Chip shop. We walked into the Fish and Chip shop less than a minute later, to be asked, within seconds, if we’d been to the beach for the day. There were a few customers waiting to be served, in the takeaway queue but apart from a middle aged couple sat waiting on one of the tables, the eating in section was extremely quiet and lacking patrons. Megan and I meandered our way to an empty table while Sorcha went to the counter to order our food. As soon as Sorcha sat down at the table, adjacent and to my right, Megan and her started to discuss when they might be able to take time off work and visit me. I sat quietly, listening to the girls, enjoying the seductive sound of their Irish accent. Just hearing them talk, would have been enough to make me wet but surreptitiously, the girls slipped a hand under the table and started to run their fingertips up each of my thighs. as they had done at the office that morning, the girls were seducing me with effortless ease, encouraging my legs to open as their fingers teased higher. Even when our Fish and Chips arrived, five minutes after we’d sat down, the girls continued to tease. “Sorcha, slide your fingers inside. It was so intense on the beach, how Jo’s pussy squeezed on my fingers.” An instant after Megan whispered those words across the table, Sorcha’s hand disappeared under my towel and I felt two of her fingers penetrate deep into my pussy. My eyes closed as my body reacted and I choked a little on a chip that I was chewing. “Oh my fucking god Megs! You were right. And she’s so wet.” Sorcha only allowed her fingers to slide in and out of me for twenty or thirty seconds, before pulling them out slowly. I watched her look at her glistening fingers, beneath the edge of the table and my body, then as if she couldn’t resist, raised her hand to her mouth, before plunging her fingers inside. There was a look of pleasure in her eyes as I watched her tongue swirl around her fingers, tasting my juices. I’d tried my best to be as nonchalant as I could be, continuing to eat my food, one mouthful after another but the truth was that I couldn’t take much more. My eyes clamped shut, once more. My body responding to the sensation of Megan’s fingers entering my pussy. Although, having the table as cover, kept her actions relatively discrete, Megan was far less subtle than Sorcha had been. She pulled at the towel, exposing my stomach, thighs and pussy, allowing me, as I looked down, to see her fingers fucking me. I made myself look away, trying to continue eating as her fingers moved faster and faster but when I felt her thumb flick across my clit. I had to bite hard on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. I’d not realised how much I was responding, legs open and hips bucking against her fingers as I tried to eat. With time passing by quickly, the shop was filling quickly with patrons queuing for takeaway Fish and Chips and with those eating at the tables and it was no surprise to see most looking at Sorcha, Megan and I sat there in our towels. My pussy throbbed harder and harder, squeezing Megan’s fingers as they continued to fuck me faster. As I raised my fork with more food towards my mouth, I let out a moan of pleasure. I knew I was getting close to orgasming and it was with some relief when Megan pulled her fingers away from me and began to taste them. “God Jo, you taste absolutely divine,” Megan said. “Her towel will come off if you keep fucking her Megs,” Sorcha said as she laughed. Fortunately, all three of us were close to finishing eating and I thought that I could resist their seduction until we got back to their flat. However, the exhibitionist side of me wanted my towel to fall off again and although Megan or Sorcha made no attempt to continue touching me, I made no attempt to cover my pussy with the towel. I was the first to empty my plate, followed by Sorcha and finally Megan but as I took a mouthful of my drink, I felt Sorcha’s toes run up and down my left foot. The girls must have had some sort of telepathic understanding because an instant after Sorcha’s toes touched my one foot, Megan’s touched the other. It took less than ten seconds of the girls toes running up and down my bare feet for my pussy to contract hard, my back to arch and for me to gasp. Two seconds later, my hips thrust forward involuntarily and juices from my pussy were splashing onto the floor as I began to cum. Sorcha and Megan stood up and without saying a word started walking to the exit. It took a few seconds for my senses to recover and a few more for my thighs to regain enough strength for me to be able to stand. By the time I’d walked through the exit of the Fish and Chip shop, the girls were already half way across the road. I walked quickly towards the road and when I noticed a gap in the traffic, ran across the road. As soon as I picked up pace, a gust of wind hit my towel, ripping it away from my body. Not breaking stride, I reached down with my right hand, grabbing the towel just before it hit the floor. I made no attempt, on this occasion to cover up, continuing to run towards the girls apartment building, catching up with Sorcha and Megan when they were about fifteen metres from the apartment door. To my surprise, they pulled off their towels and ran with me to the door. We hurried across the foyer and entered the lift. As soon as the lift doors closed the three of us began to exchange passionate kisses but with us only going up two floors, there was little time before the doors were opening and we were hurrying to the girls flat for a night of lustful threesome, lesbian sex.

Missy's Demeanour byWilyFox© To anyone else, she was just another late afternoon customer. Missy slowly strolled around the store with no particular item or purchase in mind for now, although she knew with absolute certainty what she would be buying today. After all, she daydreamed about it more often than not. The posters of hot bodies and fad celebrities modelling the latest thing in sportswear held no appeal for her, and she was oblivious to the crass and overstated neon advertising that bombarded the senses. She was in the store for a variety of reasons, one of which was to provide fuel for fantasies.  Occasionally she would let her fingertips brush gently against an item that pleased her, leaving a wave of gently swaying cloth in her wake as she moved up and down the aisles. She cast her eye over the arrays of tempting clothing while passing, pausing now and then to conduct a tactile examination of a particularly appealing piece. To anyone on the outside looking in, Missy was a demure epitome of sophistication and poise. Inside, she was feeling the first, unmistakeable, and not altogether unanticipated stirrings of arousal. She mused to herself as she effected a studied deliberation of some leggings, "What is it with me and stores like this? I set one foot inside and instantly turn into a raging slut." Rhetorical question really. Missy was a closet exhibitionist; it was as simple as that. Oh she had never really acted on her tendencies, at least not in any kind of brazen way. To be honest she wasn't sure she was brave enough. She knew though that she liked to work out, she liked to look good while doing it, but above all else, she liked the thought of other people in the gym checking her out, it got her hot. There was something about sportswear that got to Missy on a primal level. She wasn't sure if it was the way wearing the gear made her look and feel or the way it made others, especially hot guys, look at her. A mixture of both she suspected. Missy was proud of her body. She worked hard to keep it looking good, and when she was dressed for action, be it ready for a workout, or in a drop-dead gorgeous high powered business suit, she felt empowered. Being dressed to kill made her feel in charge, confident, and able to take on the world. Her fantasies always involved good clothes, at least up until the point they were removed. One of her favourites was to imagine herself working out in the gym. She'd be wearing a front-zip sports bra with a sexy little razorback tank-top over the outside. A pair of hot tight knee-length leggings such as those she was standing in front of would show off the curves of her behind and thighs to best effect, and of course, it being a fantasy, she had conveniently 'forgotten' to put panties on underneath. In her mind's eye she was the only female present and there were invariably several hot guys straight out of her favourite movies around her, checking her out intently as she went through her routine. Needless to say the fantasy always ended with her being roughly taken on the floor of the gym by a guy while one or more others looked on. It was a favourite of hers, and lying in bed at night she had used her fingers and brought herself to an intense climax on more than one occasion as she feverishly played and replayed the fictional events over and over in her mind. Missy knew ultimately what she was going to buy today. In fact, given recent events she was probably more familiar with the brands and ranges in this place than the employees who worked here, but there was no need for them to know that just yet. Missy was quite content for now to savour the feelings of physical arousal that were bubbling up in her at the thought of multiple pairs of eyes covertly checking out her body as she paraded herself before others. Missy came to with a start and realised she had allowed herself to drift off. She shook her head and took a deep breath, as if doing so would inject a little clarity.  "For God's sake get a grip girl," she muttered silently to herself. "You're not here for cheap thrills, time enough for that at your next CrossFit session."  The pep-talk didn't work. In her heart of hearts she knew that cheap thrills was precisely why she was here, but with a conscious effort of will, she chose to ignore the devil on her shoulder for now and forced her mind back to the events of two days ago.  She had gone for a new job. A job she really wanted to get, and one of the reasons she was here today was to further her chances.  The particular store she was in was owned by one of the biggest sportswear chains in the country, and the position she had applied for was PA to the Chief Executive. It was more money than she had ever earned before by some considerable distance and an added bonus was that the company was located right here in her home town. It was early days yet but Missy had a good feeling about this. She felt she brought a lot to the table; she was smart, attentive, organised and had the requisite skill-set. She could handle people, discourse on a variety of subjects, and was organised in her approach. She had attended an initial interview with the outgoing PA. She remembered vividly the nerves in the pit of her stomach as she sat on the large leather couch outside the interview room at the downtown offices. Faceless executive types had scurried past her as she sat. Missy had felt small and insignificant as she waited, glancing up at the forbidding oak door abutting the CEO's outer office. Eventually the door had opened and a diminutive, middle-aged woman in a smart business suit had beckoned her in and invited her to sit. Missy did so. The other woman was dressed impeccably. Her hair was tied back into a long ponytail, and she wore a small and rather out-of-place unicorn brooch on her lapel. "Alice Symmonds," she introduced herself in a business-like manner. "Tell me about yourself." By the end of the interview Missy felt she had done quite well. She had talked eloquently about her skills, demonstrated a good product knowledge and even answered the phone a couple of times. By the end Alice was smiling, and told her that the next step would be a second interview, this time with Mr St John, the CEO. "I think you may be what we're looking for," she began. "However, you should know that Mr St John is a rather exacting man. He doesn't suffer fools gladly; doesn't suffer them at all to be honest." Missy listened attentively. "When you come for your next interview, be prepared," Alice smiled at her. Was that a sympathetic look in her eye? "He will ask you...unusual questions. Make sure you know what you're talking about and you should do just fine." Missy returned to the present. Her second interview was scheduled for two days from now, and she was determined to make an impression. She sauntered up the lingerie aisle for the second or third time and stopped at the range of sports Bras. This was, after all, part of the reason she had come here. Her pulse quickened as she reached up and fingered, and then took down, a front-zip bra that she had her eyes on. It was black, with a tastefully understated dark purple trim. Perfect for CrossFit, and of course had the added bonus of ease of accessibility for any inquisitive fingers that may want to sample the delights within when worn.  She mentally slapped her own wrist "Stop it, time for that later." CrossFit training was something new for Missy. She'd only been attending sessions for a short time, but already found the content and levels of exertion necessary to be to her tastes. The mixture of high intensity training and its broad strength and conditioning approach to all-round fitness levels appealed to her competitive nature.  "It makes my ass look great too." she thought privately to herself, resisting the temptation to check herself out in a mirror as she passed. "Dammit!" She was doing it again. "I am such a slut sometimes," she ruefully acknowledged.  Her next training session was tomorrow, and Missy figured after the success at her first interview, she was justified in treating herself to some new gear. A little market research, purely for preparation purposes, couldn't hurt either. She grinned inwardly to herself in recognition of the flimsy excuse. Missy's secret fantasies left little room for choice when choosing the rest of her new attire. A figure hugging razorback tank-top, and tight knee length leggings in the same black and purple trim quickly joined the pile of items chosen to try on, and she looked around for the dressing room. "May I help you?" a soft, feminine voice enquired from just behind her. Missy turned. Standing there was a woman. She looked to be in her late twenties. Her name tag clearly identified her as an employee of the store. "Hi, I'm Anna-Maria," the woman introduced herself with a smile. She was several inches shorter than Missy's 5'10, and had short black hair and a gorgeous pair of expressive blue eyes that framed her dark complexion. "How may I help you today?" "Um, the dressing rooms?" Missy enquired. "Sure, just over this way." Anna-Maria led the way. Missy noticed she was wearing leggings similar to those she was about to try on herself. The dressing rooms were in the back of the store, and were little more than a series of alcoves with a full-length curtain that could be pulled across each. Anna-Maria turned to her. "Do you need help trying anything on?" she enquired, pulling back one of the curtains to reveal the small space behind it.  Missy glanced at Anna-Maria and blushed. The sales assistant had a faint smile on her lips that could only be described as 'mischievous'. "I think I'll be fine," she replied. "Ok." Anna Maria's smile deepened, and she looked Missy in the eyes. "Call me if you need me," she said in a considerably softer voice. Missy's blush grew deeper. She was no stranger to the pleasures of being with another woman but always felt a bit tongue-tied and shy when the flirting was as direct as this. After Anna-Maria had turned away, Missy stepped into the alcove and drew the curtain closed after her. She turned to face the mirror that occupied one wall and stared straight at her reflection as her fingers moved to the top button on her blouse. Missy's hair was long and straight, down past her shoulders. The thick auburn locks shone under the artificial light and her reflection smiled back at her, approving, as her fingers worked at the buttons. This was absolutely her favourite part of buying new clothes. All thoughts of job interviews momentarily banished, she finished undoing her blouse and let the garment slip from her shoulders. Her bra quickly followed and she stood topless for a moment before turning slightly to admire her slender figure in profile. She was quite tall, and often received compliments on her long legs. Missy picked up the sports bra and put it on, her enticing breasts crushed together under the tight fabric as she pulled up the zip. She was pleased with the end result, and her thoughts drifted back to her earlier fantasising as she realised just how little effort it would take to remove it. She felt a tell-tale tendril of heat between her legs. Undoing the top button of her jeans she quickly shimmied out of them and stood in her panties, allowing herself a quick half turn so as to admire the curve of her ass in the mirror. She bent down to pick up the leggings, and glanced out through the narrow crack at the side of the curtain to make sure nobody was near. Eyes fixed on the gap, she sucked her index finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, and then slowly slid it down inside the front of her panties. She caressed the front of her shaved mound and then started to lightly rub her clit in a lazy circular motion, using only the faintest of pressure. She could see all the way into the store from this angle, and her pussy got rapidly wetter as the excitement mounted at the thought of how naughty she was being. She was fingering herself in a store full of people clad only in panties and a bra, nothing but a thin veil of material between her and total exposure. She closed her eyes, leaned back against the wall and added a second finger, increasing the pace. Her breathing became ragged as she concentrated on the exquisite feelings of pleasure her busy fingers were producing as she rubbed her pussy. "Well, someone looks like they're having fun." Anna-Maria's voice came from just outside the curtain. Missy's eyes shot wide open and she stifled a shriek. Her hand retracted from inside her panties like a bullet from a gun, and she clutched the leggings to her front as she realised Anna-Maria was standing right there, no more than two feet away from her on the other side of the curtain. "Oh my fucking God!" thought Missy, on the verge of panic. "She was watching me. Oh my God!" The curtain slowly moved to one side and Anna-Maria stepped in, drawing it shut behind her. Missy stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak or move. She felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights and her heart was racing. Anna-Maria put a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, and leaned forward. "I'm on a break," she whispered. "The manager is on his break too. We've got a few minutes. If you want me to leave all you have to do is say so, but I don't think you will." Missy opened her mouth to reply but couldn't find the words. She watched, mesmerised as Anna-Maria sank to her knees before her and reached out with both hands. An involuntary jump rocked Missy's body as the fingernails of two hands lightly made contact with her lower thighs and tantalisingly, started to gently scratch their way upwards. Electric jolts of pleasure shot through Missy as Anna-Maria's nails continued their subtle work. She felt helpless as this woman slowly scratched with the faintest of pressure up the outside of her thighs toward her hips. Missy's breathing became erratic, and she bit her bottom lip as she struggled to maintain her composure. She felt her will fading as the sensations took over her being, and allowed herself to be pushed backwards until she was once again leaning up against the wall of the alcove. The leggings, the last vestige of respectability she had been holding against herself, fell to the floor. She didn't even register it. Anna-Maria's fingernails reached the junction of Missy's thighs and slowly continued on their journey, trailing over the outside of her panties, brushing against her hips, onto her belly, and upwards towards her breasts. Missy screwed her eyes tightly shut. Her pussy was so wet. Part of her couldn't believe what was happening to her; wanted it to stop, and wanted to be anywhere else but here. Another part, fast becoming dominant, wanted these delicious feelings to continue for ever. As Anna-Maria's tantalising fingernails reached their apex, she shifted position and slowly stood up. The gentle scratching was replaced by a slow caress as her hands gripped Missy's waist. Anna-Maria leaned inward, her breasts pressing against her semi-willing partner. Her hands travelled sensuously around Missy's waist and dipped down into the rear of her panties to cup her ass. She tenderly kissed Missy on the neck and then breathed softly into her ear.  "I don't even know your name." "Missy," eventually the tortured reply came. "Do you know what I think Missy?" whispered Anna-Maria. Missy could only shake her head. "I think you'd like me to get on my knees and lick your pussy." Missy exhaled. A surge of lust and unfettered excitement overloaded her senses, and she didn't trust herself to speak. She was turned on beyond all belief, and the wanton language of this complete stranger only served to heighten her need. Her eyes were still tightly closed, as if somehow not seeing what was happening to her would make it less real. "There's more to it than that though yes?" breathed Anna-Maria into her ear. "I think the thought of getting caught gets you off." "No." Missy insisted with a murmur. She knew her denial sounded feeble. "You were finger-fucking yourself in the middle of my store," continued Anna-Maria's soft, whispered voice in her ear. "You get off on doing it to yourself in public don't you? Well now I'm going to do it to you, and at any moment someone could catch us."  "Please." whispered Missy. She wasn't sure if she was pleading for Anna-Maria to continue or stop. Desire and horror raged through her in equal measure. Anna-Maria sank to her knees once again, and with a swift movement, yanked Missy's panties down, in one fell swoop reducing them to a tangled ribbon of material around her thighs. Missy reflexively reached down, and succeeded only in entwining her fingers in Anna-Maria's hair. She gasped as the Anna-Maria leaned forward and blew gently on her clit. "No, you mustn't!" she hissed. "Yes. I must," countered Anna-Maria, and with that, she dipped forward and buried her head between Missy's legs. Missy sucked in a shuddering breath as Anna-Maria's tongue sought out her wet pussy. Her lips formed into a perfect 'O' and she gasped and writhed as Anna-Maria probed ever inwards and lapped insistently at her slit, pausing occasionally to flick her tongue over and around her clit. Missy's fingers gripped Anna-Maria's hair tightly and she started to gyrate her hips uncontrollably. She forced her knuckles between her lips and tried in vain to smother a groan of ecstasy as first one, and then a second finger was thrust deep into her pussy. Her thighs and knees trembled as she unconsciously spread her legs as far as the ravaged panties would allow. As the hot young woman between her legs sucked and lapped at her clit, the insistent and rhythmical finger fucking she was on the receiving end of relentlessly brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She lost all sense of time and self-awareness as her body surrendered completely Anna-Maria looked up at Missy's face and smiled as she saw the contorted expression of pleasure on it. All pretence at finesse abandoned, she started jamming her two fingers in and out of Missy's pussy as hard and as fast as she could, letting the ball of her thumb tease the ecstatic woman's clit as she did so. Missy slid downward, gasping hard, face flushed. Her legs spread wider as Anna-Maria used her free hand to lower her panties further. "You're going to come aren't you" she said. It was a statement not a question. "You're going to come on my fingers in a store full of strangers." Her hand kept up the pace. "Yes!" hissed Missy. "Oh God yes, I'm going to come. Please." "I think the only thing missing now is an audience, don't you?" Anna-Maria casually asked, and with that, while redoubling her hard fingering of Missy, she reached behind, and flung the dressing room curtain open as wide as she could. The effect on Missy was electrifying. She clamped her thighs together around Anna-Maria's hand, and with a loud groan and a shudder, descended into the white-hot fire of an intense orgasm. Both hands clamped hold of Anna Maria's wrist with a vicelike grip as she bucked and writhed on the floor of the dressing room. A deep crimson blush spread from her cleavage, up her neck and into her face as she came hard. Her pussy pulsated and spasmed and she gasped for breath as the all-consuming climax washed over and through her entire body. She quivered and shuddered on the floor as Anna-Maria's fingers firmly but slowly massaged her through the lightning bolts. Missy struggled to find the power of speech as she resurfaced. "Please," she whimpered. "Please close it." Anna-Maria leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Relax," she whispered. "The store closed twenty minutes ago. We're alone." Fifteen minutes later Missy sat in the back of the store drinking coffee with Anna-Maria, her new purchases in a bag at her feet. Missy looked at Anna-Maria "That was a pretty mean thing to do, letting me think we could be caught" The playful smile on her lips robbed the accusation of any real spite. Her pussy was still tingling in remembrance of the amazing orgasm she had experienced at the other woman's hands, and she still couldn't quite believe what had happened. It felt surreal to be sat casually chatting and drinking coffee with a woman who only minutes before had made her come with an intensity she had never experienced before. "Oh come on," protested Anna-Maria. "You came harder than anything I've ever seen before. I thought you were going to pass out! And, might I add, it wasn't until after I had opened the curtain. Face it, the thought of people watching you gets excites you." "Oh, and you'd be the expert I suppose?" replied Missy. "Tell me, do you make a habit of molesting your customers in the dressing room?" Anna-Maria chuckled, leaned forward and said, "Only the ones I catch fingering themselves in said dressing rooms." Missy blushed; she had no answer to that. She stared at Anna-Maria for a moment and then they both burst into laughter. They chatted for a while about all the usual stuff. Sex, jobs, hobbies, dreams and aspirations, sex again. Anna-Maria had moved to the area around five years ago with her extended family. Work in the sports store was a stop-gap while she saved enough cash to put herself through school. Missy was considering telling her about the job interview when her phone went off. She bent down, rummaged through her bags and grabbed it, quickly thumbing in her passcode and looking at the screen. It was a text from Alex, her CrossFit trainer. "Sorry Missy. We'll have to reschedule tomorrow. Problems with the water supply at the gym, the whole place is crawling in contractors." She read. "Fuck!" Missy swore under her breath. "Problem?" enquired Anna-Maria over the top of her coffee mug. "My CrossFit session tomorrow just got cancelled." She lamented. "Dammit, I was looking forward to that." Anna-Maria's eyebrows rose as she finished the last of her coffee. "I may be able to help you there," she announced. "My cousin, Rob, has opened a gym near here. He's desperate for new clients and is offering introductory sessions for free. I know they do CrossFit there as well as a whole bunch of other stuff. You should call him; I know he'd be delighted to hear from you." "Oh I'm not sure," replied Missy. "I kind of want to stick with what I know." "Live a little!" exclaimed Anna-Maria. "You'll love him! In fact, I'm going to call him right now." She reached for her phone. "Oh no, really," protested Missy. "There's no need, I'll just reschedule." but it was too late. Anna-Maria had already dialled. "Rob, Hi," she said into the phone. "I have a friend here who's looking for a new place to work out. She's into CrossFit, can you help her?" Missy was a little overwhelmed by the pace of events, and could only listen as Anna-Maria chatted to her cousin on the phone. Given what had just happened in the dressing room, she couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into here. A small part of her was noticeably excited at the prospect of once again venturing into the unknown. When she found herself daydreaming about how she would look wearing her new gear in a gym full of strangers she knew that she was probably going to take Anna-Maria up on her offer.  Missy let go a deep breath that she hadn't realised was being held. "Admit it. You're a bad girl." The thought was disturbing, exciting, and liberating. "He wants to speak to you." Missy was jolted back to reality as she realised the phone was being offered to her. Anna-Maria covered the mouthpiece, and with an exaggerated whisper announced "He's Australian, you might have trouble understanding what he says. If in doubt, just say 'No worries'." The phone was thrust into Missy's hand before she had a chance to respond. She took a deep breath, put it to her ear and said. "Hello?" "G'day Missy, name's Rob" came the response. "You need a CrossFit session I'm told." The male voice was unhurried and deep. "I'm starting up a Gym downtown, Anna-Maria probably told you. You're welcome to come along for a session if you'd like. Let's see how we get along. Tomorrow morning Ok? First session free of charge. There'll be some other folks there too" "Ok, sounds good," replied Missy, feeling anything but good. Butterflies were doing somersaults in her stomach. Rob gave her directions and they agreed on a time. Missy said her goodbyes to Anna-Maria and went home.  The next morning came soon enough and as Missy got ready for her visit to the new gym she stood naked in the bedroom and contemplated what to wear. A pair of red panties that were more lace than panty dangled from her hand as she pursed her lips in indecision. The new gear she had purchased yesterday was a forgone conclusion; the only decision left to make was whether she was brave enough to forgo panties and enjoy the thrill of working out without them in a gym full of complete strangers. Missy admired herself in the mirror as she imagined in her mind's eye how she would look. Decision made, she casually flicked the panties across the room and donned her new attire without them. The leggings showed off the curve of her ass to delicious effect without being overly obvious, and the tank-top only served to accentuate her curves over the new sports bra. Missy threw on a pair of sweatpants and top and left the house. She had to admit to herself, she was excited and nervous about this in equal measure. A short cab ride later Missy arrived at the address Rob had given her. It was in a business park on the outskirts of town that had clearly seen better days. From the outside, the gym's three storeys looked nondescript. Missy guessed it used to be a warehouse of some description. The windows were blacked out, and the red-brick facia was discoloured with the dirt and grime that blatantly gave away the building's age. The only thing that distinguished it from any of the disused buildings thereabouts was the large advertising banner over the front door, obviously new, and emblazoned with the name of the gym. It felt more like she was going to an illegal warehouse party than anything else. She located the front door and gingerly pushed her way in, finding herself in a foyer reminiscent of a seedy 30's speakeasy. If it weren't for the fact she could hear music blaring out from beyond the large double-doors in front of her, she would have fled. Unsure whether to proceed, Missy hesitated. At that moment, the inner doors in front of her burst open, and a man strode out, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. He was tall, and didn't see her at first. His hair was short, black and wet; in fact he was wet all over. Rivulets of water poured off him as he entered the foyer and he was clearly angry about something. He had a towel in one hand and a phone tucked under his chin into which he spoke in a low dangerous voice, oblivious of Missy's presence. "I'm not interested in what problems you're having. We've all got fucking problems. What I want to know is what you're going to do about it?" The Australian accent gave him away. This had to be Rob. The man was straight out of a beachwear catalogue. Tanned, two days of stubble, intense blue eyes, and muscles where they had no right to be. Missy couldn't help but subtly cast an appraising eye, waiting for him to notice her. He had an impressive set of decorative tattoos that extended from the left side of his neck down across his shoulder and onto his chest and upper arm. His hands were huge, he could have encircled Missy's waist with them His eyes flicked up, and Missy found herself staring directly into them. She tentatively raised a hand in welcome and mouthed "Hello." "Just send someone over as soon as you can." He abruptly finished the call and looked at Missy. "G'day." He grinned. "You'd be Missy?" He reached out a large hand and crushed hers in his grip. Water dripped as he gestured at himself. "The name's Rob. Sorry about the mess, burst water pipe. Come on through, let me show you around." Missy followed him through the doors and found herself in what looked to be a large, high-ceilinged warehouse area. A metal staircase spiralled up to an open plan mezzanine floor on one side and a bank of climbing ropes dominated the far wall. The white brickwork walls were covered in framed prints of sport-related art. The floor area was dominated by exercise stations containing every conceivable type of apparatus and machinery. Exercise mats were strewn everywhere and rows of kettlebells,  Music was playing from some hidden PA system and Missy saw that there were around half a dozen other clients in. A few well-built guys were working out at various free weight stations, a guy was going at it on the rowing machine, and a couple of women were running on treadmills. Glancing up, Missy noticed that much of the ceiling was covered in Mirrors. "Helps folks see what they're doing," explained Rob, following her gaze. "So, what do you think to the place?" he enquired. "Looks great," replied Missy with a smile. "This place must have cost you a fortune. It's got everything." "I was lucky enough to get a good investor," replied Rob. "It's been a dream of mine to open a place like this for ages." Missy smiled at him again. "Where do we start?" "Let's get you warmed up first," said Rob. "I'll partner with you today if you like, God knows I could do with blowing off some steam after the morning I've had." He finished drying himself as he spoke and casually threw the towel into a corner. Truth be told, Missy was already feeling a little 'warmed-up'. This guy was hot. They launched into an easy routine of light jogging and stretching. Rob moved comfortably and easily and Missy found herself relaxing in his presence as she concentrated on loosening up. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a couple of the other male clients flicking surreptitious glances in her direction from time to time. She was conscious of the fact that her quickening heart rate wasn't only caused by the exercising. The workout progressed. Rob led her over to a vacant pull-up bar and Missy got into position underneath. He moved to stand behind her. She could feel his presence closely, and her eyes closed momentarily as she felt his large hands gently come to rest, one on each hip. "Ready?" He murmured into her ear. Missy nodded. His hands squeezed her hips tight as he effortlessly propelled her upward. She grabbed hold of the bar and started her reps. Robs left his hands lightly on her hips throughout, and gently eased her to the ground when she finished. She stood there panting after the exertion and he turned her around. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, and grinned at her. Missy's heart skipped a beat. Over the next forty minutes or so, Rob worked her mercilessly. They moved from station to station as he put her through a punishing set of reps. He wasted no opportunity to get close to this gorgeous girl, subtly touching and positioning her as they moved from piece to piece, correcting her form when required, whispering words of encouragement as he made her work. He didn't fail to notice the lack of panty line under her leggings. Missy was in heaven. A couple of the other clients in the gym had stopped what they were doing altogether and unashamedly watched as Rob led her around, putting her through her paces. She felt - on display, and loved it. The slight touches of her partner had been slowly stoking a fire within her. Finally it was finished. Missy couldn't remember a time when she'd worked so hard. She stood, bent forward with hands on knees, fighting to catch her breath. Sweat was pouring off her. Rob threw her a towel. "Come on, let's get you relaxed. I'd say you've earned it." "Relaxed?" Missy panted. Rob pointed up to the mezzanine floor. "Up there; chill-out area." He ambled off in the direction of the staircase. Missy followed him wearily. There were still a couple of other clients in the gym and she made eye contact with a guy on the rowing machine as she passed. He winked at her and grinned. The top of the staircase revealed an open-plan lounge area covered in plush carpet. A low set of railings ran around the perimeter, affording a vantage point for an onlooker to lean and watch the activities on the gym floor below. A mismatch of assorted weight benches and giant exercise balls served as furniture. Rob dragged and positioned a long weight bench so its head was next to the railings. "Take a load off," he invited Missy, gesticulating. Missy slumped down on to the bench. She gratefully accepted a bottle of water from Rob, took a long slug, and watched with interest as he fished in the pockets of his shorts and produced what looked like a small T.V remote. "Everything in here is pretty much automatic. Watch," he said. He pointed the remote in the general direction of the entrance and pressed a button. The harsh fluorescent lighting above their immediate area dimmed noticeably. "Cool eh?" he laughed, draped his towel around his neck, and sat down on the bench next to her. "Turn around," he ordered. "Straddle the bench, lean forward and rest your head on the railings there." Missy did so. She could see straight down onto the gym floor below. The guy on the rowing machine was going at it hard. A girl was running on a treadmill and a couple more guys were chatting over by the climbing ropes. She liked it up here. There was a voyeuristic aspect to looking down and watching everyone else work out that appealed to her. She was about to say again to Rob how much she liked his place when the gentle pressure of his large hands trailing up her back and coming to rest on both her shoulders drove all coherent thought from her mind. Rob straddled the bench and shuffled forward, riding pillion behind Missy, and deliberately started to work at the knots in her shoulders and neck. He leaned forward and muttered under his breath. "Is this Ok? I always think a good massage straight after a workout is the best thing since sliced bread." His fingers started to slowly move down her spine, kneading and probing at the muscles she'd been using so hard just a short time earlier. It was more than Ok. Missy could feel the post-exercise tension flowing out of her in waves as Rob's magic fingers continued their work, and the fires of arousal which had been present ever since Rob had manhandled her around the gym were slowly and steadily building up. "Rip my leggings off, bend me over this weight bench, and fuck me rigid right here in front of everybody," was what she wanted to say. A coy "it's nice," was what she actually said. Robs fingers worked lower and lower, reaching the base of her spine, and then reversed direction and started travelling upwards again. They stopped at her waist and rested there a moment. Missy had half an eye on the people below, most of her attention was on the intense and pleasurable feelings Rob was bringing forth. His hands roamed back up to her shoulders and then started to travel down her arms. He squeezed his way down her biceps, onto her forearms and finally took her hands in his. Slowly, he guided her hands behind her and placed them onto his thighs. Missy made no attempt to remove them. Rob let his fingers wander around to her midriff and leaned forward. She felt his body pressing up against her back as he whispered in her ear. "Missy, I want to take your top off." Missy held her breath. She wanted him to take her top off more than anything. Hell, she wanted him to take everything off. The question was; did she dare let him? There were people going about their everyday business not twenty feet away from her, albeit twenty feet away and below, and out of immediate sight. Her mind whirled with possibilities and potential repercussions. She didn't know this guy, although she was undeniably attracted to him. She didn't know any of the people below either. Perhaps that was an advantage? Her mind drifted back to the events with Anna-Maria the day before; she could feel her pussy getting wet, and she bit her bottom lip. The decision was taken out of her hands. Rob reached forward, lifted up her knees and swivelled her around to face him. Her legs straddled his and she stared into his eyes. "What are you doing?" she whispered. "Anything I want to," he whispered right back at her, and without another word he crushed her to him and kissed her. The kiss was hard and passionate. Rob's mouth engulfed Missy's and she surrendered to desire as his tongue probed and his lips mashed against hers. His arms folded around her and he squeezed her tightly against him. She locked her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss with a fervour she had never known. Rob slid his hands down and gripped Missy's waist. His fingers curled underneath the bottom of her tank top and took a firm grip, then slowly started to move upward. Missy's eyes widened. "I told you," he growled. "I want to take this off." In one swift motion he pulled her top up and off over her head. Missy was riveted to the spot. With one hand Rob sent her top sailing over the railings. The other, he firmly planted on her right breast and squeezed. Missy was too far gone to notice the sound of the rowing machine downstairs had stopped. Rob planted dozens of hot, electric little kisses over her face and neck before slowly moving his attention downward. He shuffled backward on the bench, pulling Missy towards him and then tenderly laid her down on her back. She stared upwards, captivated by her reflection in the ceiling mirrors as this man thoroughly and completely seduced her. If she titled her head back far enough, she could see the gym floor reflected in the mirrors. There was no-one there. Rob moved up and over her before leaning forward and letting his full weight pin her to the bench. He kissed his way slowly down her neck and onto her cleavage, and then took the zipper of her sports bra between his teeth and slowly started to move downward. It was as if time had slowed down for Missy. She could hear every tooth of the zipper pop open as Rob slowly undid her bra with his mouth. She writhed under him and her hands reached round to grip and knead his firm ass. With a final flourish, Rob finished his oral undoing of Missy's bra. It fell open and she shrugged it off. Her breasts lay exposed before his gaze, nipples standing proud as he drank in the sight. Missy was too far gone in lust to care about consequences or think rationally anymore. He bent forward and clamped his lips around a nipple, tongue flicking back and forth over it. Missy gasped as jolts of pleasure hotwired themselves to her brain. Her hands ran over Rob's back and up into his hair as he shifted his attention from one nipple to the other, and then back again. Rob sat up, reached under Missy and pulled her into an upright position against him. His mouth searched out hers as his hands slid down her back and into the waistband of her leggings. She groaned as his hands moved downward to cup the cheeks of her ass, and groaned again as they squeezed hard. "Forget to wear panties today did we?" murmured Rob. "I did it on purpose," was the breathless reply. It was the first time she'd ever told anyone that she liked to do that. Rob took hold of both her hands and stood up in front of her. He gently placed them on his shorts over his hips and stroked her fingers. Missy gripped the material tightly and slowly started to pull his shorts down, revealing the contours of his groin and the trimmed lines of black curly hair. Her breathing deepened as she sinfully revealed his uncut cock. It noticeably hardened before her eyes, and Missy let the shorts drop down to his ankles and leaned forward. She blew gently on Rob's cock before starting to kiss all around the area below his navel and downwards. A quick glance upward revealed that Rob had closed his eyes. He let out a soft moan as she languidly let the tip of her tongue trail down his belly and into the junction of his thighs, just to the side of his rapidly hardening manhood. Missy revelled in his musky scent as she swirled her tongue over the tip of Rob's cock before slowly licking up and down the entire length of his shaft in a delightfully teasing manner. Rob let out an audible gasp as Missy licked her lips before engulfing him in her mouth. She took him in as far as she could, sucking him to full attention. Her hands reached round and clasped his ass cheeks hard, pulling him toward her as she unhurriedly started to bob her head back and forth. Missy kept up a swirling action with her tongue as she sucked Rob, varying the pressure and intensity as she bent to the task at hand. She knew she was good at blowjobs, she'd been told as much too often for it to be in doubt and she let her fingernails gently scrape up and down the front of Rob's thighs as she pleasured him. Rob's breathing was becoming erratic, and she could feel him shivering as she worked. Her pussy was soaking, and she daintily let one of her fingers slide down inside the waistband of her leggings and started to trail serpentine circles of pleasure over her engorged clit as she bent all her efforts toward giving this man a blowjob he would never forget. "Oh my god!" she thought to herself as Rob started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. "His knees are actually trembling! I thought that kind of thing only happened in smutty stories!" She stifled an excited giggle. It probably wouldn't do to burst out laughing at this juncture. As she sucked Rob harder and faster, a faint flutter of movement in her periphery caught her eye. She glanced over, and froze motionless, completely transfixed. Rob's cock continued to throb in her mouth. Rowing machine man was standing at the top of the stairs. He held Missy's top loosely in one hand. His eyes were wide with amazement and his mouth was slightly open. Rob remained oblivious to the presence of the stranger. Missy felt...wanton. She'd been caught red-handed with a guy's cock in her mouth, and the thrill of excitement that coursed through her body at the realisation was beyond compare. The last vestiges of any inhibition within her melted away and she resumed sucking Rob's cock with renewed vigour. Her hands wandered up to play with her nipples as she maintained firm eye contact with the stranger. She winked at him, and was rewarded with a quizzical raised eyebrow and a faint grin. "God girl, I'm getting close," announced Rob in a guttural tone. His gaze was firmly fixed on Missy's bobbing head, and he still hadn't noticed the audience of one. Missy was confident she could keep his eyes on a more interesting view. She released his cock from her mouth, looked up at him with her best innocent expression, and softly uttered two words. "Fuck me." It wasn't a request. Rob reacted predictably. With a growl he reached out with one of those enormous hands of his, grabbed a fistful of Missy's hair and forced her back down into a supine position on the bench in front of him. With his other hand he roughly grabbed at the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down around her thighs. Two more yanks saw them clear of her legs and off over her feet. They went sailing over the railings. Missy lay there naked and grabbed at him. Rob collapsed onto her with an animalistic grunt, allowing his full body weight to crush her into the bench. She reached up and entwined her fingers into his hair, pulling his face into the crook of her neck, preventing him from seeing their audience. Rob bit her on the side of her neck, causing Missy to gasp with excitement. He grabbed both of her hands, and raised them above her head, pinning them into position above her head. Missy was wild with desire, knowing she was about to be fucked in front of a complete stranger had sent her over the top in spectacular fashion. As Rob kissed and nuzzled at her neck, she turned her head and made eye contact with the guy at the top of the stairs. "Go get them," she silently mouthed. She hoped he understood. Rowing machine guy turned silently and descended the stairs. Rob kept her hands pinned above her head as he kissed his way down her neck and onto her breasts. His tongue played over her nipples in turn, causing Missy to squirm in delight. With a groan, she raised her legs up over Rob's hips, and locked them together behind the small of his back. Rob released her hands and she immediately reached down with one and grabbed his cock. With the other she pressed his face into the crook of her neck, away from where she hoped the stranger would reappear. Rob was undulating on top of her. Missy, struggling to maintain coherent thought, positioned his cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and then moved her hand up to embrace his wide shoulders and gasped into his ear. "Fuck me. Oh God, fuck my hot pussy!" With a moan, Rob slowly drilled into her. Missy's eyes widened as she felt every inch of him penetrate her willing pussy, filling her to the brim. The exquisite fiery sensation of completeness threatened to overwhelm her as he inexorably started to fuck her, the rolling motion of his hips working in tandem with her own as she met his every thrust with one of her own. His gasps of pleasure echoed her own. Missy looked to her left. Rowing machine guy was standing there at the top of the stairs, her top and leggings clutched in one hand. Rob continued to thrust rhythmically into her, his body pressed into her and his moans reverberated as every stroke of his cock caused her to quiver in pleasure and clench her pussy around it. She gasped as the stranger used one hand to lower his shorts, revealing his hard cock. He started to stroke it, all the time maintaining eye contact with Missy as she was fucked mercilessly on the weight bench. Sweat was dripping off Rob and running in trickles between her breasts. At that precise moment, she wouldn't have cared if he had walked over and joined in. Rob took her gasps as a sign of encouragement and redoubled his efforts. "I want you to come for me." In the heat of her passion she only vaguely registered that the words had come out of her mouth but she wasn't sure to whom she was saying them. Rob increased the pace of his thrusts, and both his and her moans grew louder as their bodies slapped together and she felt the first stirrings of orgasm start to build within her. Missy kept her eyes fixed on the stranger as he started jerking his cock faster and faster. Her moans of delight became more and more pronounced as Rob fucked her into submission. He nipped at her neck and breasts with his teeth and his groans grew louder. Missy knew Rob was too far along to stop now even if he did notice their impromptu audience, but she hoped he didn't. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the stranger as the thrill of being watched in this most intimate of acts caused her to groan and shudder with excitement. Rob's enormous hands squeezed her hips almost painfully as he pounded her hard, head buried into her neck. Missy moaned and gyrated against him. Her legs were flung out wide as she gave herself utterly to the man between her legs, the illicit excitement of having someone watch her being ruthlessly fucked driving her over the edge. The stranger jerked his cock furiously and held Missy's leggings out in front of him. His face contorted almost as if in pain, and his legs buckled slightly as with a silent groan he shot furious jet after jet of sperm right into the gusset of Missy's leggings. Rob groaned loudly, and she writhed and squealed in delicious agony as she dissolved into the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy contracted hard and her whole body wracked with spasms as she felt the familiar hot spit of Rob's orgasm pumping into the deepest recesses of her pussy as he came inside her, panting frantically. Rob collapsed on top of her, shuddering in the aftermath. Missy stared at the stranger who had just come all over her leggings. "Go," she mouthed. He dropped her leggings and top on the floor where he stood, turned and left without a word. Missy vaguely wondered how she was going to explain their mysterious reappearance to Rob. "Wow girl! That was intense, you are something else," Rob whispered as he lay on top of her. "You'll never know," she thought to herself.

Maragana Girl by EC Chapter 7 � Kim's birthday presents Upper Danubia's daily rhythm was changing rapidly by the end of September. Farmers were harvesting their crops, school was in full session, and extra trolleys appeared on the streets, ready to begin transporting commuters who had been riding their bicycles all summer when the weather was sunny. The trees began changing color and the nights became colder and colder. Kim and Sergekt began wearing their bright orange winter boots, as did Danube City's other criminals. For the first few days the boots made Kim all that much more aware of the nakedness of the rest of her body. Over time she got used to her new outfit. Kim's weekly social routine was set by the end of September. One night each week Sergekt came over to Dukov's house to eat dinner with the family. One night per week Kim went over to Sergekt's house to eat dinner with his family. Two nights out of the week Kim and Sergekt joined his friends at the Socrates Club. Another night each week Kim and Sergekt joined some of his friends to play cards at one of their homes. The normal games were card games from Eastern Europe. However, Kim contributed to the card playing by teaching the group how to play Poker, something she had learned in high school the previous year. Criminal # 98945 now was a full member of Sergekt's social group. No longer was she just "Sergekt's American girlfriend". If the women had something they wanted to do without the guys, they called Kim and asked her if she wanted to join them. The language barrier still impeded her somewhat, but as the weeks went by that barrier became less and less. Kim's friendship with Sergekt's female classmates solved one important problem in her life, her need to get an indoor job during the winter. The group's lead singer, a petite blond girl called Eloisa, worked at a music store owned by a friend of her father. As the weather got colder and Christmas loomed ever closer, Eloisa suggested Kim to her boss as a new employee. The store owner agreed. As a result of the music store job, Kim's last day working for Victor Dukov was September 30. Kim dreaded breaking the news to Victor, thinking he would be furious and give her an unpleasant lecture. He surprised her with his response: "Kimberly, you smart girl. I know winter comes, and you no ride bicycle with cape. I know that. But, maybe, in Spring you come back? Ride bicycle for me? Maybe I no good boss, but I like you. You good girl and good worker. So you come back?" Kim responded by doing something she never imagined she would want to do. She promised Victor Dukov she would work a second summer with his courier service. Victor threw a small party the afternoon of her last day. He drank some wine with his workers and became quite cheerful. Kim thought to herself, maybe this guy isn't so bad after all, if he could just loosen up. The next day Kim started her new job at Danube City's largest music store. The store had a huge inventory of both traditional and modern Danubian music. It also had music from other parts of Europe, and many lesser-known artists from the United States. There also was a wide variety of musical instruments and sheet music. The one thing lacking from the store, and from any other music store in Danube City, was music from popular radio play-lists in either Europe or the US. Danubians regarded the radio station play-list concept and billboard charts with utter contempt. The entire country rebelled against the global music industry by officially banning any music that was featured on billboard charts in major European and US markets. Danubians took pride in thumbing their noses at global pop culture and instead developing their own music industry, to the ire of both the US and the European Community. Unlike Victor Dukov's courier service, every employee in the retail area at the music store was a criminal. Kim's new boss was convinced that only criminals understood music and he also wanted to promote the image that his store was at the forefront of the Danubian music scene. There even was a small studio upstairs where employees were encouraged to test and rehearse songs, and there was access to musical instruments for employees who did not have their own. A few ex-criminals also worked at the store in the stock room or in the accounting department. Because they had completed their sentences they were allowed to work out of public view. However, the store had the same rule for all employees that the Socrates Club had for its patrons, that all ex-criminals in the firm had to show respect to those still serving their sentences by staying naked during working hours. Even the store's owner adhered to that rule, in spite of being in his late 50's and never having been a criminal himself. Kim's nationality placed her in a unique position in the store. She was the only English-speaking employee and therefore on-call to attend any foreign tourist who had entered looking for "typical" Danubian music to take home. Over and over Criminal # 98945 found herself explaining about the Danubian manner of writing songs and the unique role criminals held in the country's music scene. Kim quickly became the store's unofficial tour-guide. Of course nearly every tourist also wanted to know why she was in the store, as a naked American wearing a Danubian criminal's collar. Kim simply told the truth, giving an abbreviated account of her arrest at the beginning of July and a stern warning not to possess or use drugs in Upper Danubia. "�unless you want work here and have me train you as a new employee," she always concluded joking. Kim felt quite relaxed being among naked co-workers, many of whom were friends or acquaintances from the Socrates Club. However, she noticed a huge difference in the between the demeanor of the criminals and that of the ex-criminals working in the store, in spite of the universal lack of clothing among the store employees. To the ex-criminals nudity was simply the store uniform. As soon as they left work they could get dressed and return to their normal lives on the street and at home. They could leave Danube City, or even cross the border and leave Upper Danubia when they wanted. Most importantly, they did not have to think about their next upcoming judicial punishment. Their burden of wearing a collar and facing constant judicial punishments had passed. For Criminal # 98945 and the other 23 cashiers and information clerks, the collars and the ongoing sentences they represented were a reality that was never far from their minds. Each week at least one employee, and usually more, returned from the Central Police Station with his or her bottom freshly marked from a recent switching. Kim realized something that scared her, no matter how many times a person was switched, it hurt just as bad each time. The welts were every bit as red, the blows every bit as painful, the experience every bit as traumatic. It never got any better, no matter how many times a person already had faced punishment. It was common for co-workers who had held up well during their most recent switching to come back to work, excuse themselves, and cry for hours in the break room. Kim sighed whenever she heard crying coming from the break room's closed door. It'll be my turn in January, she thought bitterly. ---------- Kim's 19th birthday was on October 18. She woke up very depressed, thinking about her 18th birthday the year before and how much she partied and how the world seemed to open up to her at that time. She had gotten drunk with Tiffany and Susan and a bunch of other friends from high school. It seemed like it was a lot of fun, although�she couldn't remember because she passed out. Tiffany got stoned and Susan spent the evening pulling up her top and flashing the guys at the party. Kim was sick the whole next day�and�hmm�maybe that wasn't such a great birthday. Maybe this year would be better. Indeed it was, thanks to two presents. One was from Kim's parents and the Dukovs, the other was from her friends at the Socrates Club. The Dukovs, of course, went all-out fixing their guest an elaborate lunch and an American-style cake. The four members of the Dukov family, plus Vladik's fianc�e and Sergekt, stuffed themselves with traditional food. A Danubian birthday party was never complete without singing, and the three Danubian women sang several traditional songs in honor of the birthday girl. Dukov then sent his daughter to the tool shed to get Kim's birthday present. "Kimberly, your parents, and Maritza and I, decided that for your birthday you should not have anything new. Perhaps what is old in your life is what is best for you. But with an old gift we all wish you much happiness." With that Anyia came in with an object painfully familiar, Kim�s mountain bike from her parents' house in the U.S. It was the second time the bicycle would be presented to her, but the first time she could really appreciate it. "Uh�Spokesman Dukov�how�?" "I talked to your parents about what would be best for your birthday. I suggested they ship your bicycle to you. I took responsibility for bringing it through our customs. This item is what you most need in our country, is it not?" "Yes�Oh thanks!" With that Kim hugged the elder Dukovs and their daughter. She then called her parents to thank them and update them on her life. That evening Criminal # 98945 proudly rode her bicycle downtown to the Socrates Club, as Sergekt rode Vladik's old bike, trying to keep up with her. At the club there was universal good cheer and jokes about now having to re-write the song "Nem�t mi bicikl�t", given that Kim was reunited with her mountain bike. She joined Sergekt and Eloisa at their usual spot at the table, along with 15 of Sergekt's classmates and three of her co-workers from the music store. Kim was in a very upbeat mood. The sad songs coming from the singers on stage made her reflective, as opposed to melancholy. She actually felt good about her life, better than she had felt in a very long time. She knew this feeling was only fleeting, but she would take Spokesman Dukov at his word and try to enjoy the small pleasures in her world as much as possible. The group's birthday present to Criminal # 98945 was three songs dedicated to her, one of which was written by Sergekt himself. Sergekt's work was a deeply moving love song. He knew better than to try to write a sentimental love song; instead he had written about Kim's strange journey through life and his own efforts to understand her. Sergekt played in the band with his usual balalaika-looking instrument, while he entrusted the singing to Eloisa and a male classmate. The next song was loosely based on Kim's arrest and the fact the arrest prevented her from going to Prague and dying of anthrax. The final song was titled "A question I cannot answer", and focused on Kim's painful conversations with her mother. It was sung by 5 women, with Eloisa in the lead and the others providing back-up voices. The back-up singers punctuated Eloisa's singing with the peculiar and complicated deep-throated vocals that were unique to traditional Upper Danubian music. The song and its music was the most complex Kim had heard in the Socrates Club. The vocals left her marveling at Eloisa's talent and her ability to organize and lead four other female voices, all of whom were singing different notes. Criminal # 98945 was deeply moved. She had given her friends ideas for their music; in turn so far they had produced four incredible songs dedicated to her. How many other people could say that, having provided the inspiration for such music? Kim spent the rest of the night dancing with Sergekt, mischievously rubbing herself against him and looking into his eyes with a very seductive expression. She was totally aroused. She had not had sex with anyone since the end of May. She had waited long enough. She badly wanted Sergekt. Sergekt now had a bit of a problem. He was hard, his erection pressing into his girlfriend. He could not separate from her, not unless he wanted to make a total spectacle of himself in front of 200 other people. However, he was not the first male in the Socrates Club in that situation, and he knew exactly what to do. He eased his partner towards a back entrance that led to a staircase going upstairs. As soon as they got to the door, Sergekt quickly slipped through and pulled Kim through with him. As soon as the door went shut he separated from her and took her face in his hands. He kissed her passionately. He ran his hands over Kim's breasts and down her stomach, as she reached for his penis and gently squeezed it. Sergekt gasped. "Geem�Geem�Ya lub�k tebe�Ya lub�k tebe�" Danubian for "I love you". With that he buried his mouth in her neck. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs. As soon as they were up the stairs, Kim realized the Socrates Club, as a service to its customers, had several small "intimacy rooms". Each intimacy room had a double-bed with a nightstand and a small bathroom. The room Sergekt led Kim into was very clean and tastefully decorated. There was nothing tacky about it. For a minute Kim and Sergekt stood near the door, passionately embracing each other. He sank to his knees and kissed the insides of Kim's thighs. Yes�oh yes�she wanted this so badly. He stood up again, and Kim massaged his penis. He was so hard�he had wanted this for such a long time�and now finally the moment had come. Sergekt's next move surprised Kim, but greatly increased her respect for him. He reached in the dresser next to the bed and pulled out a condom. She had not even thought about that, but he did. In the movies this detail was always left out, but this was real life. Sergekt was a person who always thought ahead, even in the heat of passion. He quickly put on the condom while Kim threw herself on the bed. It had been five months for Kim. Five months of celibacy and she was desperate. As Sergekt moved on top of her, she pulled at his head, eager to draw his face into hers. She wanted to become one with her lover, to feel his tongue against hers, to feel his body on hers, to feel him inside her. As he entered her and started thrusting, Kim came immediately. She gasped and groaned. Sergekt took his time, seeking to stretch out this moment as long as he could. Finally he climaxed and his movements inside Kim slowed down. Reluctantly he pulled out of her. Sergekt got up and reached down to take Kim's hand. She really did not want to get up yet, but she forced herself off the bed. He led her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Kim stepped in as he disposed of the condom. He joined her and began soaping her back. The simple feel of her lover's hands on her back aroused her yet again, but in a more relaxed and peaceful way than she had felt on the dance floor. Once again Kim had a moment to enjoy, the warm water from the shower and Sergekt's hands on her shoulders. In the shower they kissed each other with a quiet tenderness, as the water washed away the soap and remnants of their love-making. Once they cleaned up, Sergekt surprised his lover yet again as he complied with club protocol for the room. He pulled off the sheets from the bed and took a clean set from the nightstand. Kim helped him spread the new sheets and make the bed. Sergekt stuffed the bedding into a pillowcase along with the towels from the bathroom. Quickly he took spray cleaner and squirted the shower, cleaning it with a cloth that also went into the pillowcase when he finished. Kim put out new towels in the bathroom. Within five minutes the room looked exactly like it had looked when they entered. The couple left the room and Sergekt put his name on a sign-up sheet, apparently to charge the use of the room to his account. He then threw his pillowcase into a huge hamper full of other pillowcases and they went back downstairs. Kim and Sergekt rejoined his friends at the table, their hair still damp and their bodies smelling of fresh soap. Kim expected a lot of jokes from the group, or at least some knowing smiles and thumbs-up signs. Instead, they acted perfectly naturally, as though Kim and Sergekt had just gone to the bathroom. Later she learned that in Upper Danubia friends never joke about their sexual relationships to each other. What Sergekt and Kim had done was a natural part of being together and there was no point of anyone making an issue out of it. ---------- The following day was a holiday, so neither Kim nor Sergekt had to work. Kim's newly acquired mobility allowed Sergekt to invite her to his family's garden plot, which was outside the city limits, but fortunately just inside the boundary of the Danube City collar-zone. The garden plot was located completely on the opposite side of the city from the neighborhood where Vladim Dukov lived, so getting there involved a 20-kilometer bicycle ride. Fortunately the day was surprisingly warm for it being so late in the year, promising a pleasant outing. Kim raced Sergekt along streets and hills, her fancy mountain bike easily outpacing the primitive bike he had borrowed from Vladik Dukov. She rode with ease as he struggled to keep up. Finally they turned onto a dirt road and entered the city's family garden area, an area covered with small plots of land and dotted with tiny houses that were barely bigger than storage sheds. The area near Sergekt's family plot was completely deserted. The gardens had been harvested the week before and there was very little left to be done until the planting next year. A few older people remained at their plots to finish up canning their harvests, but no one remained near the plot where Sergekt took Kim. Sergekt's family plot had a tiny house with a porch, a storage area for tools, a canning station, some chairs, and a very old sofa. Sergekt asked Kim to help him move the sofa onto the porch. The autumn sun shined gently onto the porch and cool breezes blew through the nearby trees. For two people who had very little privacy in their daily lives, this setting was ideal. Kim was in a very strange mood. She wanted sex, but she also wanted to submit to Sergekt. She rubbed her legs together as she sat with him, wondering what exactly she wanted. He had his arm down at her side, gently caressing her hip. Kim realized that he actually wanted to caress her bottom. She went over his lap, spreading her legs slightly to feel the warm sun and cool breezes caress the most intimate parts of her body. Sergekt gently rubbed his hand over Kim's bottom, exploring the soft brown skin with his fingertips and his entire hand. He marveled at the flawlessness of her smooth skin. It seemed to him that his girlfriend's petite bottom was the most perfect, the most beautiful, he had ever seen. Kim shifted on her boyfriend's thighs to get into a more comfortable position and tilted her bottom up slightly. For a long time she was content to simply enjoy the feel of his hand gently passing over her bottom-cheeks. But then her fantasies returned, and she wanted to do something more to show Sergekt that she truly belonged to him. The strong sexual urge came back. There would be love-making, but Kim wanted something else first, something intense�something�and then she remembered that her birthday had been yesterday. Sergekt owed her a birthday spanking. She went wet with just the idea. In Danubian she commented: "Sergekt, in my country we have a tradition. A naughty girl like me gets spanked on her birthday�one good hard spank for each year. So�you want to do that for me�spank me for my birthday?" Sergekt couldn't believe his good fortune. This beautiful, flawless bottom stretched over his lap, and its owner requesting a spanking. He could smell her excitement. He gently ran his fingertips over Kim's vagina. She was very wet. He was completely hard, his erection pressing into Kim's side. "So this is the birthday present you really wanted, hmm? Very well, Kimberly, happy 19th birthday." With that, Sergekt drew his hand up and delivered a sharp SLAP! to Kim's right bottom-cheek. He gently caressed the reddish area, and then delivered an equally sharp SLAP! to Kim's left bottom-cheek. Kim moaned with excitement. Slowly Sergekt delivered another sharp SLAP! to Kim's right bottom cheek and yet another to her left bottom cheek. Kim shifted again on his lap. The slaps were just the right intensity and she wanted more�she was desperate for more. Slowly and lovingly Sergekt continued Kim's birthday spanking. The fact that Kim would only receive 19 swats made him want to make sure that every one of those swats would count. He wanted Kim to feel and appreciate each sharp slap. As Sergekt continued to spank and caress Kim, her sexual desire intensified. She gasped, arching her back and thrusting herself up, completely exposing her wet vagina to the warm autumn sun. She wanted to feel his hands touch her most intimate areas, to tease her there and perhaps punish her there as well. However, he remained concentrated on her bottom and the increasing the reddish color on her bottom cheeks. For the last five swats, Sergekt pressed Kim back down so he could give her extra sharp slaps. Kim's eyes were partially closed and she was gasping, her voice breaking. When Sergekt finished his 19th slap, he kept his hand on her bottom for a few seconds and then delivered one final slap, an extra for her next birthday and good luck. Sergekt led Kim onto the grass and ordered his lover on her hands and knees. Kim's bottom and vagina were on full display, spread wide and glistening in the sunlight. It was a sight that would have tempted any man, but this lovely bottom belonged to Sergekt's own love, his own "Geemberglek". He quickly slipped on a condom and entered her. She pressed back into him and he thrust hard, so hard it almost hurt. Kim moaned and gasped through two of the most intense orgasms she ever had experienced. Sergerkt climaxed immediately, but continued thrusting, hoping for a second orgasm. Kim climaxed yet again, and Sergekt finally got what he wanted, the coveted second orgasm that left his legs shaking and his body completely relaxed. It was so good he almost blacked out. Finally they pulled apart, their bodies shining with sweat and covered in dirt. However, a chilly breeze hit the two lovers at that moment, a reminder the day was short and it quickly would be getting colder as the sun dropped in the sky. Sergekt got up to fetch a bucket of water from the garden's pump. Kim giggled as her lover pushed the lever up and down in an effort to tease some water into the bucket. Finally some water came up and the couple was able to sponge off and head home. As they rode back to Dukov's house, Kim showed Sergekt no mercy as she rode her mountain bike. She easily outpaced her boyfriend as he struggled on his primitive one-speed. She lifted up from her seat to tease him with her bottom, and then shot ahead, forcing him to petal hard just to stay within sight of her. She then dropped back, again lifted up to tease him, and again took off. "Kim, I ought to spank that naughty bottom of yours for doing this." "Maybe, but you got to catch me first." He never did manage to catch her that day, but both knew that there would be plenty of days next summer, plenty of bicycle rides, and plenty of opportunities for Sergekt to catch Kim and give her that well-deserved lover's spanking. Chapter 8 � Eloisa The weather quickly changed a couple of days after Kim's birthday. Cold rain and sleet constantly bombarded the dreary streets of Danube City, with the promise that there would be no let-up until next spring. The pavement was covered with cold water and the last of the bicyclists were driven off the streets and into the city's trolleys. The entire fleet of trolleys and trolleybuses was working non-stop, but all public transportation was packed with commuters at all times. In spite of the cold weather, Kim learned from Sergekt that she really did not need to wear her criminal's cape during the day. The criminal's cape was a truly humiliating piece of clothing, to be used only during the most inclement weather. Sergekt and most other criminals took pride in wearing it as little as possible. At the beginning Kim had thought about wearing her cape, but over time peer-pressure forced the American to leave hers at home as well. Kim's orange boots kept her feet warm, and she quickly learned how to keep the rest of her body warm enough to move about in the city. Of course, the packed trolleys were so hot that the criminals actually were more comfortable than the average citizens who stood sweating in their coats. As a courtesy, average citizens usually allowed criminals to get on the trolleys first to let them get out of the cold as quickly as possible. As for outdoors, the survival tactic adopted by Kim and the other criminals was to duck into stores as much as possible, warm up, and then dash to the next store, warm up, and keep moving. In Kim's case there really was no problem, since the music store was right next to a trolley stop. The store employees waited at the front door for the trolley to come by, then quickly dashed across the sidewalk to get in once it had stopped. The Socrates Club presented even less of a problem during the winter. The club had built an enclosed heated trolley stop right outside its main entrance to accommodate the patrons who did not want to wear their capes. ---------- Kim settled into a stable, peaceful relationship with Sergekt during November. They got to know each other better as Kim's ability to speak Danubian improved, they hung out at the Socrates Club, went to an occasional movie, ate at each other's houses, and just enjoyed being together. They made love every so often in one of the Socrates Club's "intimacy rooms", enough that Kim considered taking birth control pills to free Sergekt from the responsibility of always wearing a condom. Kim had established her routine with her boyfriend and felt very satisfied with that part of her life. Sergekt was the most serious relationship Kim ever had experienced, very different from the casual encounters and partying she had done the previous year. During November another relationship opened up for Kim, her growing friendship with the singer Eloisa. Eloisa was by far the most unusual woman in the group. She was deeply philosophical and serious, but she could talk about anything and made a good conversation partner. There was something very sad and haunting about her, a pain in her soul that came out in both her conversation and in her music. Eloisa was dating one of the guys in the group, a very serious young man called Dima Chern�kt. It was obvious they were very serious about each other and they planned to get married. Dima was with her constantly and she seemed to rely on him to give her protection. And yet, not once did Kim notice the couple ever touching each other. No hugs, no kissing, no physical contact whatsoever. The relationship was not platonic nor a simple friendship, but it was by no means a normal relationship either. Kim asked Sergekt about Eloisa's strange behavior. He responded: "Eloisa has been through a lot. She has suffered much more than anyone else I have ever known. That's why she sings the way she sings. She has been to the dark places of life, places I hope I never have to see." "But what happened to her?" "I can't tell you. If you get to know her better, maybe she might�but that's up to her. I can tell you that what happened to her is something that shouldn't ever happen to anyone�but it does, sometimes even here in this country." Sergekt had given up very little information, but it was enough, together with Eloisa's obvious dislike of any physical contact, for Kim to figure out what happened. She guessed that Eloisa must have been raped. That was true, but when she later found out the full story Kim would much better understand, not only Eloisa, but also Dima, Sergekt, the group of classmates, and the social values of Upper Danubia. ---------- Kim's friendship with Eloisa began when one of the band's back-up singers completed her sentence at the end of October. The young woman was a fellow employee at the music store, and as a result the store shut down for a couple of hours to allow the employees to attend the de-collaring ceremony. The young woman left the courthouse wearing a traditional Danubian dress and a raincoat. She returned to work for a brief party, bade everyone a tearful goodbye, and disappeared from their lives. Kim's co-worker had been accepted to study at Upper Danubia's most prestigious medical university, which was located at the other end of the country in the distant capitol of Rika Chorna Province. She needed to board a train immediately to attend an orientation and was out of Danube City by nightfall. The woman's departure left Eloisa with only three back-up singers, and for much of her music she needed four. The next day Eloisa heard Kim humming a song that she had heard several times and liked. She listened attentively to Kim's voice, realizing its pitch was identical to the pitch of the voice of the friend who had just left. During lunch break Eloisa asked Kim to sing some notes...Excellent�Now deeper�From deep in your throat�Not bad�Try it again�Good�Now try this� By the end of lunch Kim had a new obligation in life, as a back-up singer for Eloisa. It was obvious that Kim would not be able to sing songs with words because of her accent. However, Danubian music often relied on a group of women singing different notes, in the same way a band uses different instruments. Each female voice was part of the background music, unique and indispensable for the entire song to work. It was the pitch of Kim's voice that Eloisa needed, not her ability to sing actual words. It was as though Eloisa had lost a musical instrument and needed to replace it with another. That night Kim found herself rehearsing with the other three back-up singers, closely following Eloisa's lead. The following Saturday night Kim was on stage at the Socrates club during the group's musical presentation. She now was more committed than ever to her new life in Danube City. Kim spent increasing amounts of time with Eloisa when she was not at work or with Sergekt. As much as she participated in the Socrates Club, her group, and in her personal relationship with her boyfriend, the internal torments in Eloisa's soul set her apart from everyone else. She was part of the group, but at the same time different and somewhat apart. Kim was in a similar situation, being Asian, being an American, and being a convicted drug-user. She was part of the group, but at the same time she was "different". As a result Eloisa and Kim gravitated towards each other. Eloisa seemed to understand Kim better than anyone else, including Sergekt. Sergekt understood Kim from a male perspective, but there were certain things about her he could not understand due to the barrier of sex. Eloisa did understand Kim and could even understand why Kim had done so many stupid things in her life prior to getting arrested. Even Kim couldn't understand everything about herself, but it seemed that Eloisa had her figured out. At the beginning of December the morale of Sergekt and his friends began to decline. They were more moody, more quiet, and increasingly apprehensive. The reason was simple enough, on December 15 they faced returning to their old school to receive the next scheduled installment of their punishment. The school authorities wanted to switch the group at their old high school to set an example for the younger students who had not yet graduated. Since vacation started on the 20th, the punishment needed to be moved up to the middle of the month, to make sure the younger students were on-hand to see what happens to criminals. Kim sympathized, since the next installment of her own punishment would be January 2, six months to the date she had been punished in July, Kim was scared herself, and she was lucky. She only faced punishment every six months. Sergekt, Eloisa, and 26 others faced punishment every four months. Just a couple of days before the 15th, Kim and Eloisa decided to have some Danubian fruit punch after a musical practice. They sat alone in the break-room of the store on a sofa, quietly sipping at their glasses. Eloisa sighed, thinking about the group's upcoming punishment. "It never gets any easier," she noted sadly. "You think it will, that somehow you'll get used to it. But you never do. It hurts just as bad every time. And each time, before, I mean, you just get more and more scared, because you know, you know how bad they'll hurt you." Kim nodded. Eloisa stared straight ahead. In a very distant voice she continued. "You know, it's because of me the others have to do this. I'm the reason they're serving these sentences. It's because of me that 27 other lives got ruined. I should have just killed myself, and that would have saved them. Now I can't. Now I can't die. I owe it to the others to stay alive, even though that's not what I want." Kim had no idea how to respond. She felt horrible about the consequences of her own decisions, but Kim had no desire to die. Quite the contrary, she realized how important it was to be alive. Kim treasured her life and the chance to remain on the planet. To hear Eloisa talk like this� "You can't talk like that. Your life is a gift, and you can lose it real easily. I almost did. I mean�we all love you." "I know. But to know what I did�and what happened�I mean it wasn't really my fault, but in a way it was�I mean�it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for me." "What happened? You didn't do anything�" "Kim, did Sergekt ever tell you why we all got these three-year sentences?" "He tried to explain it to me when we first started going out, but I didn't understand Danubian enough to follow all of what he told me. I did get that it was all out of a sense of honor that you guys all stuck together and you all got punished. He made a big deal out of that, because he was real upset about what my friends did to me�you know, when they told the police they didn't know about the marijuana in my backpack. But anyhow, I didn't understand much�he said something about a riot at your school." "Yes, there was riot. I guess you could call it that. It was because of me it happened." "You? What did you do?" Eloisa sat quietly for a few minutes. Finally she forced herself to speak. "I didn't do anything except just be a stupid kid. I thought he loved me�that's what he always said�but he made me�I mean, for three years he made me�" Eloisa struggled to catch her breath and push back the awful memories that suddenly had surfaced. Finally she was able to tell Kim her story. It turned out when Eloisa was just 14, she was seduced by a male teacher at the school. The relationship quickly became very abusive, especially after the teacher took a series of pornographic photos and threatened to show them to Eloisa's parents if she ever said anything or tried to break off the relationship. What the teacher forced Eloisa to do apparently went way beyond ordinary sex, it left her feeling completely degraded and nauseated by the thought of any physical contact with anyone. On that point Eloisa did not elaborate and Kim really did not want to know the details. The abuse went on for three years and got worse over time. Eloisa's life changed the summer before her final year in school. The teacher molesting her was on vacation in Germany, and she began seeing one of her classmates, Dima, the guy she was currently engaged to. Eloisa was completely traumatized by what was happening to her and felt too degraded to have any friends from the school. Dima spent time with her, and slowly got her to realize she did have value as a person. He fell in love with her, perhaps in part because she was so distant and he hoped to bring her back. The possibility that Eloisa could have a normal relationship with someone her own age gave her courage to start confronting her situation with the teacher. She quit seeing him after school. When he threatened her with the photos Eloisa responded. "Go ahead and show those photos. Then you get to explain why you have them." Eloisa thought she had escaped her tormenter because she did not have any classes with him during her final year. However, he proctored a series of tests for the end of the autumn semester that Eloisa had to take. He saw the finals as a chance to get revenge against Eloisa for leaving him. He accused her of cheating and began a series of reports to get her expelled from the school and charged with insurrection. As a result of the accusations Eloisa was suspended from school, pending the resolution of the cheating charges. The male students in Eloisa's class knew the accusations were false. They talked among themselves, trying to figure out how to save Eloisa from being expelled from school and possibly from facing a formal sentence. Finally youthful tempers started to flare, and 27 students, male and female, decided to directly confront the teacher and force him to recant his accusations. They filed into his classroom and surrounded him. When he tried to get away several students punched him in the stomach and pinned him against the wall. Dima struck him hard across the face, breaking his nose. Suddenly the teacher realized he was trapped in a room with 27 angry students who were perfectly willing to kill him. The students extracted confession after confession from the teacher, including forcing him to reveal where he was keeping the photos he had taken of Eloisa. They were in a locked filing cabinet in the classroom with the tests, but the key was not in the school. That was not good enough for the students. The rage among the group was mounting. While Dima landed several more hard punches, several of his friends, including Sergekt, picked up the filing cabinet and heaved it through the window. Then several male students ran downstairs to retrieve the packages of photos. Sure enough, among the wreckage of the filing cabinet were several packets of very sick pictures. They ran back upstairs and waved a couple at the teacher. "THIS IS WHAT YOU MADE HER DO?!�THIS IS WHAT YOU MADE HER DO?!" The police arrived at that moment, screaming and pointing automatic weapons at the students. It was a terrible scene; a smashed window, desks and chairs kicked everywhere, 27 irate teenagers, and one bloodied teacher. The next few seconds were horrible chaos, as the police shot into the ceiling to get the teenagers to lie down. The teacher, hugely relieved at being rescued, headed towards the door, but the head police officer pointed his weapon at the supposed victim and snarled, "You're not going anywhere! Not 'till we get this straightened out!" There was a lot to straighten out. The police were smart enough to understand that no group of students could have behaved in such a manner without being severely provoked. The answer was clear enough as soon as the police officers started picking up Eloisa's pictures, which had been strewn all over the room. The teacher ended up on the floor in handcuffs along with the 27 students. Vans arrived and everyone was taken to the Central Police Station. Because Eloisa had been suspended from school pending resolution of the cheating charges, she did not learn about the riot until that evening. She took a trolley to the police station, identified herself, and quickly was dragged into the case. It was obvious she was the girl in the photos. She had to sign several statements discussing what had happened with her teacher, which were introduced later that night at his trial and helped condemn him. What happened next was a very Danubian resolution to the case. Partly because what was in the pictures was so offensive, the teacher faced the death penalty for child molestation. His trial took place at midnight, as was the tradition for all death penalty cases. The teacher was dressed in a black robe and ordered to stand during his trial, even as he nursed his broken nose and bruised stomach. There was not much argument over guilt or innocence, the pictures and Eloisa's statements assured the verdict. The police also had searched the teacher's home and found yet more photos of Eloisa and three other high school girls. The execution took place at sunrise. Still dressed in his black robe, the teacher was taken back to the central police station and ordered to stand at the end of the courtyard in front of a thick wooden wall. He stood with his hands untied, since any Danubian who faces death by execution is expected to greet it with dignity, no matter how heinous his crime might have been. The 27 students, still dressed in their school uniforms, were brought out in handcuffs to witness the execution. Very quickly five police officers pointed their rifles at the teacher, there was a whistle, and a second later he was reduced to a crumpled corpse. The students then were led to the cement circle in the courtyard and one by one ordered to strip. They too, faced trial and punishment. However, they faced corporal, not capital, charges. Their cases were assigned to Spokesman Alexi Havlakt, who was the oldest member of Danube City's criminal defense team and on the verge of retiring. Now Spokesman Havlakt suddenly had 27 new cases thrust upon him and his retirement postponed indefinitely. Still, the path of his life was to help persons facing the Danubian court system and the fate of 27 high school students weighed on him more that his foregone years of rest. The old Spokesman prepared to mount as best a defense as he could, given the group's bleak circumstances. The students faced multiple violations, including assault, attempted murder, disrespect for authority, vandalism, and insurrection. The police brought each frightened student in for questioning individually, but in the holding cell they all had previously agreed that whatever charges they faced they would face together. 27 seven times the police asked the same questions and got the same responses: "�Who punched your teacher?" "All of us, sir. We all punched the teacher." "Who threw the filing cabinet out the window?" "All of us sir. We all are responsible�" The police did not push the issue once they figured out all the students would give them the same responses. In the US the police would have tried to get some of the students to testify against the others. In Upper Danubia the police understood that attempting to get some of the students to turn on the others would have violated the society's social norms, something no one in the police department wanted to do. The questioning became a mere formality. The group would have to be judged by the facts, not by what any of the students had to say. While the 27 students were being questioned, Eloisa demanded that she be arrested and charged with her classmates. She was innocent of any wrong-doing, but the riot had taken place because of her. Eloisa's friends had sacrificed their own lives for her, and her Danubian perception of honor demanded that whatever consequences they suffered she would have to suffer as well. Eloisa explained to Kim that under such circumstances the police chief had no choice but to arrest her. Eloisa would have lost honor had she not stood with her friends, especially in this situation where they had given up their freedom because of her. Danubian protocol demanded that, whether they had been right or wrong, it was her social duty to join them. Eloisa quietly undressed in front of the chief of police and was led in handcuffs to her classmates. The students had confessed as a group, and they were tried as a group. Now 28 with the addition of Eloisa, they knelt naked in the courtroom as charges were read against them. The case presented a very difficult dilemma for the trial judge. Their Spokesman pointed out that the students had done nothing more than defend a classmate's honor. However, as pointed out by the prosecutor, in doing so they had broken several laws and disrupted the peace of the community. As unfair as it was, they had to be punished. In the end they were convicted of vandalism and insurrection, the charges of attempted murder, assault, and disrespect for authority being dropped. They received a standard sentence of three years, with a corporal punishment every four months. They had to kneel in line as they were fitted with collars. Most of the students in the group were still underage, so the court ordered they would be punished the following day at their school instead of in the courtroom. The police allowed them to get cleaned up and have dinner at the police cafeteria, and then they were locked overnight in a large room with mattresses. Early the following morning they were handcuffed and loaded into police vans to be transported back to their school to be punished. Following the punishment they would be released back into the custody of their parents. Eloisa recalled with horror that second day, when she and the others were ordered to kneel in the cold school courtyard in front of 400 classmates. One-by-one they had to stand up and present themselves at the switching table. Each of them received 25 strokes, standard for someone under-age. As each student turned 18, later switchings would become the standard adult punishment of 50 strokes. At the end of the day the school director gave a short speech, with the 28 students kneeling behind him. He announced that several serious crimes had been committed and all of them resolved. No one in the school, neither teacher nor student, would be permitted, under any circumstances, to ever mention the tragic events that led to this group punishment. The following day all 28 students would return to their classes and the matter would be closed. Eloisa's parents were devastated. Over a four-year period they had known absolutely nothing about what had happened to their daughter. Eloisa had suffered in silence, her parents blissfully unaware of what was happening to her. Suddenly their bright daughter had ended up with a three-year sentence in the midst of a massive scandal. However, her father tried to make the best out of the bad situation. That afternoon he sought out Dima. Choking back the tears he had cried over what had happened to Eloisa without his knowledge, he addressed Dima: "I would be very honored if you come to our house and sit at my table on Saturday. And you, and any of your friends, are welcome, very welcome, to sit at my table whenever you want." Eloisa was allowed to re-take her semester finals and did quite well. A riot, an execution, and 28 three-year sentences were all it took to get Eloisa re-instated in her school as a student in good standing. The students considered that a victory. ---------- The riot changed Eloisa's outlook on life. She had always sought to avoid any attention and live quietly. She never trusted anyone except her boyfriend. And yet, when the moment came for her to be unjustly expelled from school, 26 other students had joined Dima to stand up for her. She was indebted to all of them. She had to come out of her world and join the others who had sacrificed for her. She always went with the group to the Socrates Club. Within two months, by pure chance, Eloisa discovered she had a natural talent for singing. Shortly thereafter she discovered that she had a real talent for organizing other singers and choreographing groups of other voices. She began singing on a regular basis. Just six months after her initial sentence, Eloisa was the lead singer for Sergekt's group and the most popular singer at the Socrates Club. Eloisa's only release in life was singing. Standing on stage allowed her to release the sadness in her soul, a sadness well-suited to a society that valued music with morose philosophical overtones. She was a true Danubian singer, the living incarnation of the expression "to sing like a criminal". There was another tragedy in Eloisa's life, a holdover from the abuse that she had suffered from her teacher. Eloisa loved her boyfriend in a manner that very few women could love a man. She loved him with all her spirit, all her soul. And yet the one thing she most wanted to do, to have him touch her and hold her, she couldn't. Eloisa was so nauseated by what had happened to her that she was repulsed by any physical contact with other people. No matter how much Eloisa loved her boyfriend, and no matter how much he loved her, he couldn't touch her. "We keep hoping that, maybe someday it'll be different, that someday Dima can touch me. But Kim, I can't see how it ever will be any different. I'm broken, and I can't be repaired." ---------- Two days later, 28 young criminals reported to the small police station close to their old school. Spokesman Havlakt accompanied them to assure that they would not be injured and that any sexual fondling from the punishing officers was kept to a minimum. Fortunately for Eloisa, he had obtained a psychiatric release mandating that she could not be touched at all except for the switch. He vaguely hoped the officer punishing Eloisa would violate that psychiatric release, because if he did, her switching could be stopped immediately. In spite of the unfairness of what had happened, there was very little pity for the group from the school officials and police officers assigned to punish them. The ex-students were forced to kneel while their collars were chained together. The police then handcuffed them and shackled their feet. The officer in charge walked down the line, kicking the kneeling criminals and striking them on the shoulders with his switch. "Alright you little dishonored bastards...get your filthy bodies moving!" The line of naked criminals struggled to stand up and slowly shuffled towards their old school. It was bitterly cold and most of them were shivering. They walked about two blocks and filed into the school's main doorway. From there they would go to the gymnasium (a concession to their Spokesman who had not wanted them to be forced to stay outside in the cold school courtyard), and one by one, each would receive 50 strokes of the switch. The terrible detail was the fact that Eloisa and Dima would be forced to witness each other's switchings. For Eloisa and her boyfriend to see each other suffer was a punishment far worse than being punished themselves. Vladim Dukov and Kimberly Lee, for once dressed in her criminal's cape, quietly stood on the sidewalk across from the police station, sadly watching the group shuffle towards the school. Kim spotted Sergekt, who was fifth in line. She did not try to draw his attention. "Spokesman Dukov, this is so wrong. At least I did something to get convicted. I mean�Eloisa�" "No, it is not fair, but it is the way our justice system works. Laws were broken. Violators are punished. It has been this way for 1,000 years. In a situation like this fairness is of only minor importance."

Mindy's Escapades bycrawl2© Mindy's Escapades Ch. 01 Relocation begins to reveal Mindy's previously hidden fantasy  Somewhat to Mindy's dismay, I accepted a position in central Oklahoma with a private investor I'd met while working with a client in my hometown of Dallas. The position included a salary and perks I could not refuse. Mindy was comfortable with our environment, we have several friends and truthfully, she dislikes changes of this nature. That being said, we figured at our age, this was the perfect time for a change. She's 28 and I'm 30. We've been married four years. Early on I learned that Mindy was a closet exhibitionist. However, since I love that kind of thing, it didn't take us long to expand greatly on her little unassuming, accidental flashes. In most cases, we didn't involve anyone we knew, but that began to change a little. At 5' 2" and 105 lbs, most people think her best feature is her legs. I don't entirely agree, but I know things they don't. She took years of ballet as a kid and now teaches two aerobics classes a day, so her legs are great. However, her 34 D cups appear as if they were added on because of her small frame, but they definitely are not. The most amazing feature is her tits and what makes them amazing, other than the size and the fact they stand up like eighteen year old girls, is that her nipples extend to half an inch when cold or aroused. They are extremely sensitive and although she claims she has climaxed simply by having them manipulated, I haven't made that happen yet. My name is Brad and the decision to move was almost entirely mine. I convinced Mindy that if we couldn't stand our new location within two years I'd have enough money to live anywhere she chose. That is what convinced her to agree to the move. Because of a depressed housing market at the time we moved, we found the perfect home for us. It sits at the end of a cul-de-sac on the north side of the street. The developer failed and the subdivision wasn't completely finished. We have one neighbor to the west and one across the street. Across the street the neighbors are in their seventies and rarely are seen outside. The neighbor to our west is a different story. His name is Michael, not Mike or Mr. Weathers, but Michael. He's retired military and flies for a commercial airline company eight to ten days a month. Michael is the reason for the major change in Mindy. He's in his early fifties, and as Mindy describes him, he's ripped. Mindy almost always wears short skirts and sheer blouses. She loves showing her body off as much as I enjoy her doing it Michael stood outside working on his lawn shirtless the day we pulled up to look at the house. We were in Mindy's car, a Porsche convertible and she sat in the passenger seat when Michael came up to the side of the car to introduce himself that first day. With her skirt sitting only a few inches below her nicely trimmed, uncovered pussy, Mindy gave him quite a show. She also checked out his six-pack abs. I know this because she mentioned it more than once that evening. It caught me a little by surprise, primarily because he's twenty-five years older than her. I'm 6' 5" tall and in pretty good shape, but I've never had six-pack abs for two reasons; I like to drink beer and I don't like to watch what I eat. Mindy has flashed everyone from the valet guy to the pizza delivery boy to the shoe salesman and really enjoys it. Her regular shoe salesman back home is really going to miss her. She never wears underwear. It's something I asked her to do the first six months we were married, but it didn't take much convincing. Michael seemed to be outside working in his yard every time Mindy came home from work. Since Michael doesn't work much he spends his days working out in his home gym and working on his yard. He would stop her before she pulled into the garage almost on a daily basis. It was something Mindy looked forward to. We moved into the house in the late spring, so every day coming in from work she had the convertible top down, her blouse open as much as possible and her skirt displaying as much leg as possible. Of course even that increased over a period of a few weeks. One day when she came home I decided to step up to the car as Michael spoke to her. She sat with one leg bent up and the other extended. From my side of the car I could see her perfectly trimmed pussy. From his side of the car he had a full on, unobstructed view. She got a big kick out of it and it always made us hot when we discussed it later. If possible, her little ten minutes of play time increased our sex life. Just for fun I suggested planting a small camera on the branch of a tree that overhung our driveway strategically placed to take in the view of her and her new admirer. She thought it was a great idea and it provided us with a great deal of entertainment when we played it back on the big screen. Although she had a real good idea exactly what his view was, watching it on the big screen later showed her exactly why he stopped her when she got home. One hot day in the early summer she slowly pulled into the driveway and waved at Michael just to make sure he saw her. Wearing one of her shortest skirts she pulled in with a huge coke cup between her legs. She left it there while they talked. Her skirt was pulled all the way up exposing most of her hips on each side and the drink cup was the only thing blocking his view up her skirt. After a couple of minutes of conversation he said, "Damn that looks good." Mindy, intentionally misinterpreting his comment and said, "Oh it is. Would you like a drink?" He smiled and said, "Yes, I believe I would." Then he reached down and picked the cup up from between her legs and took a sip. She never moved her legs closer together and he never took his eyes off of her pussy. Mindy has dark hair and blue eyes. She shaves every day and leaves a little dark landing strip at the top. After a couple of slow sips, he slowly replaced the cup exactly where he found it. We watched the video later that evening and the sight was amazing. Even her little landing strip came into perfect view. Mindy likes to work on her tan in the back yard and our house provided the perfect place. A stockade fence separated our house from Michael's. His view would have been completely blocked if not for all the gaps in the fence. Of course, that would have ruined our play time. I'm not much for working on a tan so I sit in the shade most of the time and we talk. Throughout our marriage we have verbally played a few scenarios which included people watching her or even touching her. She would close her eyes or I'd blindfold her and I would begin describing the particular situation. The stories and the scenes would arouse her greatly, partially because she didn't know for sure if someone was watching or I was just bullshitting her. On more than one occasion someone was actually watching. We also played with her toys as I described another man coming into the room and slipping his dick into her. These scenarios always excited her, but she would say later that she wouldn't actually let another man do anything to her. She has stuck with that since we've been married. I always thought it was because we were trying to have a kid.  A few months before we moved, Mindy was told she would not be able to get pregnant. The news devastated her at first and then her attitude during our play changed. She hasn't said lately that she definitely wouldn't have sex with anyone else and I was too scared to push it. In the back yard Mindy would wear the skimpiest bikinis. I bought her one for a trip to Mexico that she never had the nerve to wear. It was called the wicked weasel and if folded properly would fit inside an Altoid box. One Saturday afternoon she decided to wear it in the back yard. She commented that it was so small that she needed to shave her little landing strip. I saw Michael between the fence slats watching her in her wicked weasel bikini. I didn't want to ruin our fun so I asked her to close her eyes as I described the situation. I told her where he sat which was only about fifteen feet away from her feet. Her feet always faced his fence.  As I began rubbing coconut oil all over her I described Michael moving around for a better view. She responded almost immediately. As I began putting the oil between her legs I asked her to spread her legs wide to give Michael a better view. She immediately complied. I moved her bikini bottom to the side and slid my fingers into her as I asked her to remove her top. She acted as if my requests were a command. Mindy began to moan in response to my manipulation and to my descriptions of Michael's reaction. She had her dark sunglasses on and I finally told her to casually glance at a particular spot on the fence and she could see that what I was telling her was actually true. She sat up a little to get a drink and looked at the gap between the fence. At first she almost froze. I told her to lay back, open her legs wider and I would finish what I started. She climaxed within a minute. We continued to play the back yard games. Sometimes Michael was there and sometimes he wasn't. The games went on for over a month and Mindy certainly enjoyed them. Then one Saturday things changed. I was off work one Friday and Michael and I began drinking beer and talking. He wanted to know what our situation was so I told him. "Mindy is an exhibitionist and we like to play games. Usually we don't play games with anyone we know, but in your case that changed. Our basic rules are as long as we are doing it together and we both enjoy it, who gets hurt?" Michael and I drank beer all afternoon and in our drunken stupor decided on a plan to include him that seemed feasible. It seemed feasible because we drank two cases of beer that day. That Saturday we decided to put our plan to work. Admittedly our plan didn't appear nearly as feasible as it did the day before, but we decided to go on with it. I asked Mindy if she wanted to play one of our games and she was all for it. We'd had a few drinks before stepping outside so she was willing to appease me. I asked her to get her blindfold instead of the dark sunglasses and skip the bikini. She smiled, went to the bedroom to get the blindfold, came back and handed it to me. I placed the blindfold on her making sure she couldn't see anything and led her to the lounge chair. My hands were trembling and I was definitely having second thoughts about my plan, but the little head took over and I decided, why not. I rubbed a little oil on Mindy's back and began my story. "Michael is back." She giggled and said, "Good." Mindy absolutely did not believe Michael was behind the fence. I began describing the situation and then the little head said, "What the fuck," so I continued. "I think Michael would like to come over here so he can get a close up view of your perfect body. I'm going to motion him over. But first, to keep it real here are the rules. Michael will not be able to say anything, but you must tell him what you want him to do." "Okay," Mindy said with a girlish giggle. I'm 100% sure she believed my story to be total fabrication. After taking a deep breath and a large gulp from my drink I motioned him over just like we had planned. He was quiet and stood right beside Mindy near her head. "Michael is here Mindy, tell him hi." "Hi Michael," Mindy said in her exaggerated southern drawl. "He said hi," I told her. "Michael would like for you to turn over so he can rub a little coconut oil on your beautiful tits. Would you like for him to do that?" "Yes I would." "Then you need to ask him," I told her. "Michael, would you please rub oil all over my big tits and hard nipples?" "He smiled and nodded yes," I whispered. Michael kneeled next to the lounger and the moment of truth and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. However, I was too far into it to stop now. I put oil in his hands and he began rubbing it onto her left tit with both hands. Slowly and gently he covered her entire tit and began tweaking her long nipple between his fingers. Mindy began to squirm. I filled his hands up again and he stretched over her to repeat the process on the other tit. Her elongated nipples are too much to resist and Michael took one in his mouth and sucked furiously. It sent Mindy over the edge. Mindy's hips began to move and she squirmed beneath his touch. I motioned for him to back up a little and while squirting oil on her stomach I asked her if she would like for Michael to finish rubbing oil on her.  Almost breathlessly she said, "Yes." "Then you need to tell Michael what you want." Mindy was having difficulty catching her breath when she said, "Michael, I want you to slowly rub oil onto my stomach and on both of my legs." Michael smiled at me, but my hands were really beginning to tremble and I spilled more oil that I got on her. Fear of getting busted was now a real thought. Michael slowly rubbed oil all over her stomach running his hand to within an inch of her clit and then back up. He then moved to the foot of the lounge chair, lifted one leg off the lounger and completely covered her left leg with oil. Mindy began to moan, but I still believed and it was confirmed later that she still thought it was me rubbing the oil in. He bent her left leg and laid it on the lounge chair opening her up almost completely. Then he moved to her other leg, lifted it and repeated the process. Now with one leg bent and lying on the lounge chair and her other leg bent and in his hands, she was wide open. I took in the view from directly behind him. She was soaking wet and her lips were parted like rose petals. It was the most excited I'd seen her in quite a while. "Please rub some oil on my pussy Michael," she blurted out. Pussy is a word Mindy doesn't use. The last time I heard her say it was when she told a guy she works with that couldn't keep up with her exercise class a pussy. Michael looked at me with a questioning look and I just smiled and nodded. He ran his thumb across her clit and she scooted into him instantly. Michael spread her legs as far apart as they would go and began manipulating her lips with his thumbs. He put two fingers in her with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other and she bucked up off of the lounge chair trying to get his fingers farther into her. Michael fingered her, rubbed her clit and manipulated the outside of her lips with a hand on each side of her pussy for about five minutes.  Mindy isn't much of a 'back door' kind of girls and other than licking her or an occasional finger in her we don't do much playing in that area. How would Michael know that? He reached for the oil, poured some on his hand and slipped his little finger in her ass followed by three fingers in her pussy all the while rubbing her clit with the thumb of his other hand. "Lick me Michael," Mindy blurted out. "I want your tongue in my hot pussy." I almost fell over. My dick was so hard I didn't think it would ever go down. Michael licked her from top to bottom and then began sucking on her clit. Mindy bucked up in an attempt to get more of his tongue into her. He buried his tongue deep into her as she rocked back and forth and then she reached up to grab his head and froze. I went from hero to zero as my dick went instantly limp. Michael wears very short hair and mine is long. I knew we were busted and a dozen scenarios went through my mind...none of them good. She stopped moving for about fifteen seconds that seemed like two hours to me. I had no idea what to do. Finally I said, "Michael wants to know if there is something wrong. He wants to know if you want him to stop." In a low sultry voice she said, "Michael, everything you are doing is perfect. I just needed a quick breather. Please continue doing exactly what you have been doing." There was no question, we were busted. Her voice went from excited to sultry, she wasn't bucking like she did earlier and I knew I would have hell to pay when this was over. Then suddenly Mindy began moving again. She grabbed the top of his head with one hand, his face with the other and began giving him instructions. "That's it, right there. Bury your tongue deep into my pussy. Oh, suck on my clit."  When he moved his tongue over her clit and then enclosed his mouth around it she had an earth shattering climax. Almost immediately she pushed his head back because she was too sensitive. What the hell I thought, I'm already busted I may as well continue pushing the envelope. "Mindy I think Michael wants you to give him a blowjob. What do you think?" I asked. Mindy sat up in her chair and said, "Michael after what you just did for me, I'd love to give you the best blowjob you've ever had."  Sitting up with her legs on each side of the lounge chair she placed her hands on her thighs, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Michael dropped his shorts in record time and placed the head of his dick on her tongue. Mindy immediately began working wonders on him. If she didn't know before that it wasn't me, she did now. I'm a little above average in length and fairly big around. Michael wasn't quite as long, but he was much bigger around. In addition, his balls were huge and hung down a long ways. Mindy took her hands off of her thighs, cupped his balls with one hand and held his dick with the other.  My hard on returned. I may pay later, but I was definitely enjoying the show. Mindy licked and sucked on his dick and then took him all the way down to the base. It's something she has never quite been able to do with me. She pulled him all the way out and then swallowed him down to the base fifteen or twenty times in a row. He stopped letting her do all the work and began pushing back. Michael held her chin and cheek with one hand and rocked back and forth until he buried his dick to the base several times and Mindy knew he was about to cum. I motioned for him to continue, letting him know she loved to make a guy cum in her mouth. When Mindy knew he was over the edge she took his dick in both hands and opened her mouth wide to let him know she wanted him to cum in her mouth. Mindy knows I like to watch myself cum like that and she always opens wide so I can watch it. I knew she was doing this for me.  Michael's first squirt went straight into her mouth. The second and third hit her upper lip and cheek. Mindy sucked him back down her throat and then worked the head of his dick again making sure she got all of his cum. She then used the head of his dick to wipe the cum off of her upper lip and cheek and then sucked it off again. Before she let him pull out she took him all the way down her throat and worked the base of his dick with her tongue. It's something she is very good at. When she slowly pulled back to the end there was nothing left on him but her saliva. Michael pulled his pants up and I motioned for him to go. "I told Mindy, "Michael has to go now, tell him goodbye." "Bye Michael, we should do this again sometime. We'll see you later. Maybe you should come over this evening around seven and we'll cook some steaks out." Michael left immediately and Mindy took a couple of slow sips of her drink before removing her blindfold. She turned to me and smiled, but didn't say anything. I broke the silence. "Did you know when you touched his head or did you know before then?" She smiled and my heart quit skipping beats. "No, I didn't know until I touched his head. That's the reason I froze." "Why didn't you stop us?" "Because I knew it was something you wanted and I was having fun. It's probably not something I would have done if he had just come over while I was lying out nude and asked to rub oil on me. Besides, if you haven't figured it out by now, I will do anything sexual you ask me to do. Keep in mind I said sexual, I'm not subservient just submissive in that area." My mind began to reel. "Anything?" Mindy looked at me and said, "Anything within reason." She paused, smiled at me and then said, "No, I do mean anything. You wouldn't ask me to something completely crazy or anything that would endanger me...so yes, anything. What are you going to do with your new found power big boy?" "Well to begin with, I want you to give me a blowjob right here in the back yard just like you did Michael." She smiled as she moved toward me. It won't be exactly like Michael's because I can't take you all the way down, but it will be close." "I already have ideas of what to do with my new found power. You already know I have a very vivid imagination when it comes to sex. Michael still thinks we had you fooled. Although he heard your invitation to dinner, he didn't believe it was actually directed to him. I think I'll invite him over for dinner. In the mean time, I'll be thinking of something." Mindy smiled a very nervous smile and then said, "OK. When are you going to tell him I know it was actually him?" "I'll explain it to him when I go ask him to dinner." Michael was surprised we didn't actually get away with our scheme when I told him the whole story. He accepted our invitation to dinner. A little before 7:00 Mindy came into the living room wearing a very short, yellow dress with spaghetti straps holding it all on. It took her two hours to take a bath, put on make-up and slip on the tiny dress, but it was worth it. Michael came over and we stood outside drinking while I cooked steaks. Mindy sat on the table next to us showing us that without a doubt all she had on was the tiny, thin dress that I knew I could drop to the ground in two seconds just by releasing the two spaghetti straps. We laughed about our great plan and told Mindy after a case of beer each it sounded feasible. "I'll let you in on another little secret after dinner Michael," I laughingly told him. "I can't wait," he said laughing. Nothing had been discussed with Mindy. I really wanted my request to her to be a surprise and to find out if she really meant anything. After dinner we sat in the living room and had a few drinks. Michael sat in the overstuffed chair and Mindy and I sat across from him on the sofa. "Mindy and I have a unique relationship," I began. "No shit," Michael responded. "Tell me more." "Mindy will do anything sexually that I ask her to do." "Anything? Bullshit." "I'm prepared to show you if you're game." "Hell yes, I'm game." Mindy sat next to me with a look I'm not sure I can describe. It was a cross between shock and disbelief. I don't think she thought my new found power would begin tonight. I leaned Mindy over to me and whispered to her exactly what I wanted her to do. The look of shock filled her face, so I asked her, "You did say anything sexual. Have you changed your mind? It's ok if you have, just let me know." "No, I meant anything. I just wasn't expecting it this soon." "Well," I said. Mindy smiled, but she was nervous. She got off the sofa and crawled across the floor on her hand and knees giving Michael a beautiful view down her low cut dress and me a great view of her ass. When she got to his chair she took the drink out of his hand and placed it on the table. She instantly turned back around, unsnapped his shorts, unzipped them and pulled his dick out. She began a repeat performance from earlier in the afternoon. Michael just looked at me dumbfounded and then smiled. She gave him a blowjob for about five minutes and then stood up, reached for his hands, and indicated she wanted him to stand up. She then took his pants completely off, then his shirt and asked him to lie on his back on the rug. Mindy stood over him with one foot on each side of his stomach, dropped her dress, stepped out of it and sat on his stomach. She slid up his chest and then began to straddle his face. Wet spots showed on his stomach where she sat. Michael grabbed her ass and sat her straight down on his mouth. Mindy faced me and smiled as she rode his tongue for at least five minutes. She then rose up, slid back down his body and impaled herself on his dick. She rode him hard for a good fifteen minutes while he rotated sucking her nipples. At the verge and in almost desperation he asked her where she wanted it. "Fill my hot pussy with your cum Michael." He did almost instantly after her request. Mindy left him lying on the floor and came over to me. She motioned for me to lie on my back on the sofa, ripped my pants off and climbed on me exactly as she did Michael. The feeling of her soaking wet pussy filled with another man's cum wasn't something I'd ever felt before, but it felt great and the whole situation was extremely exciting. Unfortunately for me, I came in about five minutes. She rode me until there was nothing left.  Michael came over to the sofa, picked Mindy up and laid her on her back on the area rug and then he did something I've never been able to do. He began licking her pussy again. Mindy was going nuts and squirmed under his mouth almost as if she was trying to get away. In about five minutes she came again and almost immediately began pushing his head away. He laid beside her for a couple of minutes giving her a chance to recover and then rolled over on top of her. I watched from five feet away as he ran his fat dick up and down her slit and slowly buried it all the way in. Sitting on the sofa I watched as his dick pumped in and out of her and she wrapped her legs around his back trying to get even more in. In a few minutes they exploded together. We all sat on the rug, finished our drink and talked a few minutes before he went home. "I don't mean to be offensive," I said to Michael, "But I didn't think a guy your age could get it up so many times in one day." He laughed and said, "Neither did I. I haven't had sex since my wife died seven years ago." "No shit? Seven years without sex?" Mindy and I almost said together. "It's true." Mindy's Escapades Ch. 02 Mindy and I planned a Caribbean vacation in a couple of weeks. Our flight was from Dallas and I thought it would give us a great opportunity to visit my friend Hunter from college. Mindy knows about him and most of our adventures in school, but she's never met him. After graduation I moved to Dallas and he moved to Chicago. We've seen each other a few times since school when my business required me to travel to Chicago. Hunter recently transferred to his company's Dallas office for a temporary assignment and I've wanted to visit him for a few weeks and have him meet Mindy. With my new found power, thoughts of that meeting have crossed my mind and I came up with a very elaborate plan. Watching a skin flick one evening that showed a threesome with a black man and a white man with a young, petite woman, Mindy made the comment that the stories about black men must be true. I told her that wasn't necessarily the case and that I've seen white guys hung better than the black man on the screen. She couldn't believe it and told me that I was the biggest she'd ever seen. I told her she was in for a surprise because that definitely wasn't the case. When she asked me how I knew that, I simply explained that I played sports and the showers in the locker rooms weren't exactly private. What I didn't tell her was that Hunter would make the guy in the skin flick look small. Although I'd never seen Hunter with an erection, he is larger flaccid than I am erect, so I could only imagine. The plan I came up with was very detailed and would take a lot of planning, but if it worked it would be great. Hunter had a 30th birthday coming up the Saturday before we flew out for Mexico and I began putting my plan together. I discussed the details with Mindy and although she was all for it, she wasn't sure she could pull it off. I told her we would practice it several times and she'd do fine. The plan included a nurse going to his office to perform a complete physical for a rather large insurance policy his company wanted to buy for him. Of course, Mindy would be the nurse. Cindy, Hunter's personal secretary moved with him to Dallas and she and I had a good rapport. I knew she'd be willing to help me with my plan. After discussing the details with Mindy, I called Cindy with a few of the basic details. She loved the idea and would help me by clearing his schedule for 5:00 the Friday before we flew to Mexico. In addition, I asked her to take pictures of his office and email them to me so I would know exactly where to set up the cameras. Cindy typed a letter on their company letterhead explaining that the company intended to purchase a key man insurance policy on him and that they had scheduled his physical for the Friday we discussed. He basically had no choice but to keep the appointment. I called Hunter to tell him we'd be in town the Saturday afternoon of his birthday. He was as excited as I was, but for very different reasons. Mindy began to get excited when we started shopping for a nursing dress and the equipment necessary to pull this scheme off. After spending over an hour in a uniform shop trying on nurse outfits we began to realize they were all too conservative for our plan. Mindy suggested we go to a costume shop. I thought that was a great idea and it let me know she was definitely interested in our scheme. We found the perfect dress in no time. It was white, very short, buttoned up the front and was extremely low cut. Not that Mindy needed it, but it pushed her tits up quite a bit and revealed a great deal of cleavage. It was also designed at the top where it would show her nipples with the slightest bend. She decided that she needed white thigh high stockings to finish off the look. When she modeled the ensemble for me at home I was erect almost instantly. During the next week we practiced every move she'd make while in his office. Mindy practiced the hour long routine on me several times. She even took a blood sample from me the first three times. After the tenth practice run Mindy smiled at me and said, "I wonder if Michael would let me practice this on him." I simply laughed at the stupid question. She did practice the routine on Michael the next day. All Michael could say afterward was what a good friend he and Hunter had. The excitement built up for Mindy and me all week; me because I enjoy her showing off and for her because she was going to undress a man she'd only heard of and never met. We arrived at Hunter's office a few minutes before 5:00 and I let Mindy enter while I stood in the hallway making sure Hunter didn't see me. When Mindy walked into his office Cindy announced she was leaving for the day. After the door closed, I walked in and sat down in the waiting room with my laptop ready to watch the entire live show after Mindy placed the cases housing the cameras in their proper place. Cindy didn't know Mindy was my wife and assumed she was just someone I hired for the job. Cindy said on her way out the door, "That woman looks so good I think I want her myself." I told Cindy that I didn't know she swung that way. She replied that she didn't, but that woman might convince her to change. For simplicity Mindy introduced herself to Hunter as Wendy. It wasn't original, but it was humorous. Mindy opened the two small cases that held her equipment and the cameras, placed one on a table on the right side of the room that videoed the front of the desk where he would stand when she began the physical and the other that videoed the top of his desk, where she planned to finish. I was extremely excited when the video came live across my computer. "My god, I wasn't expecting a nurse that looked anything like you," Hunter announced. "Calm down big boy before you embarrass yourself," Mindy responded. "This is already going to be a little embarrassing for you." "What do you mean?" Hunter said with a concerned look. "Well, it is a complete physical. Didn't your assistant give you the details I emailed her?" "No, no she didn't." Mindy smiled at him. "Relax; it won't be painful, except for the blood sample." "You're kidding." "No, please hand me your right arm," Mindy said with some authority. After taking the sample she said, "Please remove your shirt, it will make the next few steps a little easier." Hunter slowly removed his shirt, but had a concerned look on his face the whole time. I couldn't wait until Mindy got to the part where she could see his huge dick. I wanted that to be a total surprise to her. It's funny, in school Hunter always tried to wear something to hide the fact he had a huge dick. I always told him if it were mine I'd go commando in the tightest pants I could find. For some reason the thought of someone seeing the outline of his dick in his pants always embarrassed him. One of the girls I went out with in college entered our apartment with me while Hunter walked out of the shower completely nude. It took about thirty minutes for the rumors about his size to get around school. Mindy followed every step of our practiced routine. She took his blood pressure and wrote the numbers on a form in her clipboard. She pulled out the stethoscope, placed it on his chest and monitored his heart rate. Instead of simply asking him to turn around, she placed a hand on each shoulder and turned him around in an attempt to show a little authority. She placed the stethoscope on his back and had him breathe in and out deeply. Everything at this point appeared very professional. Mindy handed him a cup, smiled and told him she needed a urine sample. He headed for his private bathroom in his office.  "Where are you going?" she asked. "To fill this up." "No, I have to observe. Men have tried to use urine from other people and even tried to fill one with a bottle after turning their back to me. I have a very good job that pays very well and I don't intend to lose it. You need to stand right here in front of me while I watch." "Bullshit, I don't think I'll be able to go with you watching," Hunter stated while looking at the urine cup. "Well, I guess we'll be here a long time then." Hunter stood in front of his desk with Mindy seated a couple of feet in front. The top of her dress gaped open and her dress covered her by only a few inches. At that point things appeared fairly legitimate. I don't think Hunter even noticed her attire at that moment because he was so nervous. After at least two minutes of standing in front of his desk staring at the urine cup, Hunter began to unzip his pants. Mindy said, "You may as well unsnap your pants and drop them. We're going to get there eventually anyway. After you urinate, I have to check you to make sure there is no discharge and I can't do that from across the room. In addition, I have to perform a hernia check and a prostate exam." Hunter's face went blank. "This just keeps getting better," he stated sarcastically. He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them. The expression on Mindy's face was priceless. She kept her cool sitting in front of him less than two feet away and watched. When she was sure he couldn't see her face, she turned to the camera and mouthed the words "Oh my god and wow," before giving me a huge smile. When he finally did begin to urinate, he almost filled the cup to the brim. Mindy nonchalantly took the cup, placed the lid on it, wrote something on the lid and placed it in one of her cases.  Mindy scooted up in the chair 'accidently' opening her legs giving him a great view up her short dress. His eyes kept bouncing from her tits to her pussy. Since His view up her dress was unobstructed and because of her skimpy bikini, she was shaved completely. She then took out a wet wipe with her right hand and grabbed his dick with her left. It's something I know she did intentionally to give me a better view through the camera. Her tiny hand barely wrapped around his dick and he was flaccid. She slowly began wiping the head of his dick with the wet wipe and never changed her facial expression. It all looked professional from my view. Hunter said, "If you keep that up I'm going to embarrass myself." "How's that?" Mindy innocently asked. "If you keep that up, I'm going to get an erection right here in the middle of this examination." "Good," she replied. "If that should happen, I'll know your prostate is working fine." Hunter laughed and began to relax. "Well you're getting ready to find that out." Mindy smiled at him, "Now I'm going to check you for any additional discharge." With that she put both bare hands on his dick, moved up in her chair until she was less than two feet away and began slowly jacking her hands back and forth on him. She moved her hand closest to the end of his dick and began rubbing her thumb around the head. He began getting hard almost instantly. Mindy was in awe. For that matter, so was I. When erect, she could not close her hands around him. In fact, they wouldn't come within an inch of closing around him. Surprisingly, he didn't get much longer. He was around seven inches long flaccid and grew to about nine inches; still fairly substantial from my perspective. Mindy moved both hands to the head of his dick and using both thumbs opened him up a little. Lightly and very slowly she rubbed her thumbs over the head of his dick. Suddenly she stopped, turned around and wrote something in her notebook. "Now stand straight up," she almost ordered. Mindy cupped his balls with both hands and lifted them up and down a few times. He looked as if he were smuggling two racquetballs. She placed her finger to the side of one of his balls and told him to turn his head and cough and then repeated it on the other side. Except for cupping his balls and bouncing them up and down first, it all seemed legitimate. Mindy scooted back in the chair and reached for a glove. She made a big production of pulling the glove onto her hand making sure he saw everything, but her left hand remained bare. She then reached for the lubricant and the color left Hunter's face. "Turn around, spread your legs and rest your elbows on your desk. We're almost finished." When Hunter turned away Mindy turned to face the camera, slipped a finger into her pussy and pulled it out to show me how wet she was, as if I didn't already know. When she stood up behind him she moved in very close, put both hands on his ass cheeks and shoved him forward a little. To make it last as long as possible, she rubbed the lube on his ass and slowly inserted a finger almost as if she were fingering herself. While she had her finger in his ass she reached below him and grabbed his diamond hard dick. "I thought this might help you forget what I'm doing," she said laughingly. "I'm not sure if you're going to need a sperm sample or not, but if you keep that up, you're going to get one," Hunter said as he laughed back. "Oh, I see you've developed a sense of humor through all this." "What else could I do?" He asked. After playing with his ass an extraordinarily long time compared to what a doctor actually does, she pulled her finger out, took the glove off and pitched it into one of her cases. "Now turn back around Hunter. You can lean back on the desk, but you'll need to wait a minute before getting dressed." Hunter turned around and leaned his bare ass against his desk. His dick stood straight out and looked as if it were about to bust. Mindy scooted the chair back, stepped close to him and squatted down with one knee on the floor and the other foot on the floor parting her legs. Her dress rose to her waist giving Hunter a perfect view. He had a great view of her shaved pussy and a full view down the front of her dress. She took his dick in both hands and started stroking him. She then leaned forward and took the head of his dick into her mouth licking and sucking for about thirty seconds before she backed up a little. "Oh, by the way Hunter, there is something I almost forgot to tell you. Brad told me to tell you happy birthday." "Fuck, I should have known that," Hunter said laughing his ass off. "We're not quite finished," Mindy said smiling up at him. She then went back to giving him a very slow and sensual blowjob. She wasn't able to take even half of him into her mouth, but I suppose that's something he's used to. Five minutes into the blowjob she pushed him back onto his desk with his legs still hanging off the edge. Mindy grabbed a tit in each hand and placed his dick between them rubbing her saliva from his dick all over them for about a minute. She stood up, moved him back on his desk, dropped her dress to the floor and climbed on top of him. The view on my screen was incredible as she held his dick and slowly buried his head in her very wet pussy. It took several minutes of sliding up and down on him, but eventually she took him all the way in. When she rose pulling him out some, it looked like he was turning her inside out. The sight was incredible and it truly didn't appear possible that his dick would actually fit inside her. It only took about ten minutes for him to cum inside her. Mindy came at the same time, but she rode him until he could no longer move. She finally pulled off of him and let him suck her tits for several minutes. The view I had from the back showed a huge amount of cum running out of her and onto his dick. It seemed to be an endless supply. When Mindy sat up, Hunter began to rise up and she said," I'm not quite finished yet." So he lay back down and watched as Mindy licked their juices from his dick. When he was completely clean she took him back into her mouth and eventually sucked him down to the base, something she couldn't manage when he was hard. When they stood, Hunter asked, "So where is Brad?" "He's sitting in your reception area watching this on his laptop. By the way, I'm Mindy, not Wendy." "He's one lucky, undeserving bastard," Hunter said laughing as he walked outside his office to find me. The smile on his face when he saw me sitting in the reception room was priceless. He'd made plans that evening with a young woman he recently met so we couldn't get together. I told him it wasn't a problem, we weren't supposed to arrive until Saturday anyway and that we would join him the next evening. Besides I had another surprise planned for Mindy later that night. Before we left home I'd called Brian, her favorite shoe salesman in Dallas who I felt sure missed her since our move. The little shoe shop he worked at was in a small strip center so a visit just before closing time would be perfect. He knew before we moved that I was aware of Mindy's little flashing game while shoe shopping, but she had never done anything but flash him. Mindy had been going to his shop for about a year and loved his attention and the fact she could embarrass him. He was now nineteen. I'd only seen Brian from a distance and wouldn't recognize him if I ran into him on the street. I gave him an idea of my plans and told him that I wanted to watch them from the back room if possible. He explained he had the perfect place in his storage room and that the room had a full length two way mirror he thought I would enjoy. The mirror sat on a wall in the back facing a small room where he always took Mindy so they could have a little privacy. When we left Hunter's office we checked in our hotel, showered, and grabbed something to eat. I then told Mindy she was going to pay a little visit to Brian a little before closing time and that he was expecting her. Her face lit up with a huge smile. "So you want me to do a little more than simply flash him?" she questioned. "Sure, nothing serious, just play around," I suggested. "Whatever you're comfortable with." When we arrived at the strip center I explained that I was going to check out the sporting goods shops and she should have fun. What I actually did was enter his shop from the back door and hid in the storage room and pulled up a chair directly behind the two way mirror. Every time he showed her shoes in the past he sat her near the door to the storage room out of sight of anyone who may be passing by outside or could see them when they entered the store. It was the perfect spot. Mindy entered the shop and Brian gave her a smile and a hug. "I've missed you." She smiled knowing exactly what he meant.  On our way from dinner to the shop Mindy described a few things she thought she may do with Brian. Primarily she planned on leading him to do exactly what she wanted him to do. I found it a little humorous because Mindy is definitely not the dominate type and has difficulty controlling other people. She thought she could in this situation because of their age difference. I simply told her to take her time and have fun and that she could tell me all about it later. Brian wore the same thing I'd always seen him wear, khaki pants and a loose fitting shirt. He didn't look much different to me than he usually did from a distance. However, up close he looked like he was twelve and I was glad Mindy knew how old he actually was. One thing I did notice in his short sleeved shirt is that his arms were well defined and it was obvious that he worked out. Mindy sat in her usual spot except her chair was facing the mirror. Her blue miniskirt with the spaghetti straps didn't leave much to the imagination. Her dress struck her mid thigh and the top looked as if she was smuggling two 45 caliber shells on the top of her tits. Brian brought her out a few pairs of shoes and she immediately began playing with him. She opened her legs a little to give him the perfect view. However, this time Brian didn't try to hide the fact he was looking straight up her dress.  He cupped her calf with one hand while holding the shoe in the other and forced her to move her legs farther apart. The more Mindy moved in the chair, the farther the dress rode up and she never bothered to move it back down. Soon Brian had her legs opened fairly wide and could tell she was wet. He ran his hands up and down her legs without being the least bit shy about it. When he slid his hand between her legs and grazed her pussy, she moved his hand and said, "If you want to touch me Brian, it won't be with your hands." I think that was part of her, 'I'm in control' attempt. Brian placed a hand on each of her thighs and opened her legs wide, smiled and then began to lick her from top to bottom and back. Within one minute Mindy had a surprised and very pleasant look on her face. Evidently in his few years experience he'd become quite an expert at what he was doing. Within another minute he put his fingers in her as he continued to lick her clit and she scooted farther down in the chair to give him better access. He pulled his fingers out, stuck one in her ass and his thumb in her pussy while he mounted his relentless pursuit on her clit. Mindy bucked like crazy and climaxed in no time. Brian stood, faced the mirror and smiled at me with his face covered with her juices. Without giving Mindy much time to recover he grabbed her hands, stood her up, leaned her back against the wall beside the one I stood behind, pinned her hands above her head and began kissing her. The kiss appeared extremely erotic and although she tried to pull her hands down, he held them in place. He then released her hands, dropped her dress to the floor and went back to kissing her slowly working his way down to her very hard and erect nipples. She began reaching for his crotch and he grabbed her hand preventing her from touching him and smiled at her. Brian held her hand and went back to sucking her nipples. Mindy was squirming and moaning and when it appeared she had reached her peak, Brian took her hand and slid it down the front of his pants. Mindy immediately broke the kiss, pulled her hand from his pants, and looked at him with an extremely shocked facial expression, but she didn't immediately say anything. I assumed that he must be much larger than Hunter based on her facial expression. That wasn't the case. "Surprise," Brian said. "I'm Brianna, not Brian." "Oh my god," Mindy said. "I never had any idea." "Many women like to flash the shoe salesman, but I doubt many would flash the sales girl. That's why I dress like I do. Does it change anything with us? You seemed to be very excited before and I know I have been extremely turned on." Without waiting for a response, Brianna grabbed Mindy's shoulders, pressed her back up against the wall and began passionately kissing her again. Almost immediately, Mindy's body language changed back to what it was before her discovery. Brianna slid down her front, kissed her tits and began rotating her mouth back and forth between her nipples. Mindy reached her hand down the front of Brianna's pants and it was obvious to me that she was fingering her. Then in an instant he pulled her from the wall and laid her on her back on the carpet with her feet facing the mirror. He lay on top of her and began kissing her again while shoving two fingers in her very wet pussy. She bucked and squirmed like she did when she thought Brianna was a guy. I wasn't sure what to think other than the fact that I was excited as hell watching this show. Mindy had never done anything like this before and had never expressed any interest in a woman. Brianna stood and began to undress as Mindy lay on the floor watching the show. Brianna's legs looked great. They were a little muscular and her pussy was completely shaved. When she took off her shirt I saw a tight wrap that evidently held her tits flat. When the wrap was released Mindy and I both were in awe. Her tits were huge, not as big as Mindy's but a definite C cup. Mindy's legs were spread wide and Brianna climbed between them as they lay tits to tits on the floor. Still unable to believe what I had been watching, I was sure Mindy would not do anything Brianna expected, but of course I was wrong. Brianna slid up Mindy's body and hung her tits over Mindy's mouth. Mindy immediately began kissing them and sucking on her large nipples. Brianna slid up Mindy's body and I knew she had in mind Mindy going down on her. Mindy said, "I've never done that before. I doubt I even know how or could do anything you like." "Just do to me what you would want done to you." Mindy opened her mouth in anticipation of Brianna's continued move toward her face and before Brianna reached her target Mindy's tongue was sticking out and ready. Brianna slid up and down on Mindy's face for a couple of minutes. I was sure she was about to climax when Mindy grabbed her ass and turned her over on her back. I watched for the next ten minutes while my wife licked her pussy, sucked on her clit and drove three fingers up her bald pussy. Brianna's ass moved a foot off the floor when she climaxed. Mindy sat up, turned to face the mirror and smiled when she saw Brianna's juices all over her face. "I've got to get out of here," Mindy said as she began dressing. "My husband's been waiting a while. I'd like to do this again sometime." Mindy began telling me the entire story the minute she got into the car. I didn't have the heart to tell her I watched the whole show.

Missy Becomes An Exhibitionist by Lisasuzanne Chapter 7 Spring Break In Cancun. Spring break had finally arrived, and we were preparing to head to the airport for our flight to Cancun. We had been waiting for this for a long time and couldn't wait to get there. Carly had offered to drive us to the airport, so Matt and I each packed 1 suitcase and a carry on and took them downstairs to wait for Carly. Kim and Lisa were already there waiting. We looked at each other and squealed with excitement of what was to come. Carly arrived a few minutes later and bounded up the sidewalk to the front door. She rang the bell and Lisa quickly opened the door and let her in. Carly was all smiles as she greeted us. Even though she couldn't go with us, she was still excited for us. That's when Kim said, "Looks like somebody forgot the rules." Carly looked bewildered and then suddenly remembered she was supposed to take her clothes off outside, before she entered and was to remain naked anytime she was in the apartment. She stuttered a little bit and asked if she could strip now. Lisa said, "No, we have to get going, but you just earned a punishment when we get back." Carly just gave a wry smile with an - aw shucks look as she pretended to be upset about getting a punishment. I think she probably was more upset that she wasn't going to get naked at that moment. We loaded all of our suitcases into Carly's car and piled in for the trip to the airport. Lisa sat in front with Carly and Kim, Matt and I squeezed into the back seat with me in the middle. We girls were dressed in sexy, tight leggings and sweatshirts with our school logo and Matt was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. It was still a little chilly in our neck of the woods. It was then that I felt a hand lift the hem of my sweatshirt and snake its way under my leggings and over my panties. Surprisingly, it was Kim's hand, not Matt's. She was caressing my silky panties and I gave her a shy smile to let her know it was ok. Not that I would have had any say in it anyway, but I wanted her to know I liked it. While Kim was running her hands over my panties, I reached over and unbuttoned Matt's jeans and pulled the zipper down. His jeans were tight, so I couldn't get my hand all the way inside. I had to settle for circling the tip of his cock with my finger through his underwear. While all this was going on, we kept up a normal conversation with Lisa and Carly in the front seat. Carly happened to look in the mirror and catch us playing and said, "Hey, what are you guys doing back there?" This caused Lisa to turn in her seat and see what we were doing. She said, "That looks like fun," and then turned to Carly and started to mess with her. We couldn't see what she was doing, but Lisa made a comment about Carly's panties, so I assume she was playing inside her pants while she drove. The trip to the airport was only about 30 minutes, but I was getting pretty worked up as Kim's fingers had now worked their way under my panties and were now rubbing up and down over my dampening slit. Matt was at full erection and the tip of his cock was now sticking out the top of his underwear. I was rubbing his pre-cum around the head as he rubbed my belly. Soon, we were on the airport grounds and Lisa said, 'Better straighten up, we don't want to get in any trouble before we even leave!" She was right, so we all withdrew our hands and straightened up our clothes. I was a little concerned that I might have soaked through my panties and have a wet spot on my leggings. I asked Matt to check and tilted my butt up so he could look. He said with a grin, "You're good to go, but I can smell you!" This made me blush for some reason and I playfully punched him on the shoulder and said, "I should have made you cum and you would have to make the trip in sticky underwear!" He stuck his tongue out at me as we arrived at the drop off point. We unloaded our luggage from the trunk, and each gave Carly a kiss goodbye. She was heartbroken that she couldn't go with us. We said we would see her in a few days and gave a wave as we disappeared into the airport. I felt sad for Carly, but there was nothing we could do. We checked our luggage and went through security, then meandered our way toward our departure gate. We had about an hour and a half to kill, so we got some snacks and hung out. The four of us kissed and touched a little but kept it pretty tame until we boarded so we didn't get in any trouble. Once we got in the air, it was a 3+ hour flight. Kim and Lisa were sitting across the aisle from Matt and me. There were a lot of spring breakers on the plane and it was a little rowdy and noisy. Everybody was drinking beer and excited about their vacations. There was so much going on that we had to keep our hands to ourselves during the flight. Soon, we were over Cancun and were amazed at the beautiful view of the ocean and beaches from the air. We could hardly contain our excitement. When we landed, a cheer erupted from the passengers and everyone rushed to get off as we arrived at the gate. After retrieving our luggage, we headed out to catch one of the buses that makes the rounds to all of the hotels. The driver took our bags and we rushed onto the bus, excited to get our vacation started. We were the first ones on the bus, so we made our way all the way to the back and took the last seats on either side of the isle. I sat with Matt on one side and Kim and Lisa sat across from us. Within a few minutes, the bus was full of rowdy spring breakers ready for a party. The driver came through and wrote down the hotel stops for each party and we were on our way. Everybody was drinking already and the guys were egging the girls on to show their boobs. Bare breasts began popping out everywhere! We all still had our leggings and sweatshirts on and it was HOT! Our bags were stowed in the bus, so we all took off our sweatshirts for the ride to the hotel. Kim, Lisa and I joined in on the boob flashing a couple of times and were having a blast already. The bus had made a couple of stops to drop off guests and our hotel was next. Lisa leaned across the isle and asked me if I was wearing panties. I said yes and she said, "Give me the leggings." This was no big deal as we were in the back and nobody could see me from the waist down. So I kicked off my shoes, slid the leggings down and off and tossed them to Lisa. I was now sitting on a nearly full bus of rowdy college students wearing only a T-shirt and panties. My panties were white satin with pink lace trim and a little pink bow on the front. I felt really sexy sitting there and Matt was practically drooling! After about 5 more minutes, the bus driver pulled into a hotel and called out the name. It was our stop. I held out my hand to Lisa to have her give me the leggings back and she just shook her head and tucked them into her hand bag. I should have known. She said I could have them back after we get our luggage. This was going to be an interesting trip through the crowd to get off the bus! Lisa and Kim began to make their way to the front of the bus and I piled in behind them with Matt behind me. Nobody in front of us was looking back, so I thought it might be easy. But, as soon as I passed some of the guys in front of us, they noticed I didn't have pants on and started whistling and yelling. This caused all the others to turn and look. The guys tried to cop a feel as I went by, but Matt kept slapping their hands away. In just a few seconds, we were all off the bus and made our way to the back where the driver was pulling our luggage out as Kim pointed out our bags to him. When the last of our bags were out, Kim tipped the driver and that's when he finally turned around and saw me standing there in my panties! A broad smile crossed his face as he shook his head, probably thinking how stupid college kids could get. He asked if he could take a picture with me and I agreed. He gave his phone to Lisa and I walked over beside him and put my arm around him. Lisa snapped a couple of pictures and suggested I flash my boobs for the camera, which I did. She then directed the driver to cup one of my breasts which he gladly did. Lisa then said, "If you will be a gentleman, you can pull the panties to the side for one last shot -- OK?" The driver nodded and looked nervously at me. I just gave a little smile to let him know it was OK, knowing I had Matt right there to help if he got too touchy. The driver knelt down and I felt his fingers digging at the elastic around the leg opening of my panties and work their way slightly under. I spread my knees apart to allow him access and felt his fingers brush across my pubic hair as he peeled my panties to the side. I was getting worked up having this strangers fingers in my panties in the valet drive of the hotel! With my pussy completely exposed, the driver knelt down with his face next to my bush and smiled broadly for the camera. Lisa snapped several pictures and handed him his phone back. The driver pulled my panties back over my pussy, stood up and smiled at me saying, "Thank you, you are beautiful." He made his way back to the bus to the cheers of the remaining passengers. I wonder if that encouraged any other girls to give him a special tip at their stops! When the bus pulled away, I asked Lisa if I could have my pants back and she said, "Yeah, we probably better scope things out a little before we get too crazy." She handed my leggings to me and I slipped them on before we went to the check in desk. We checked in without incident and left our bags at the desk for the bell boy to bring up. We took the elevator up to the 6th floor and found our rooms. Matt and I were in an adjoining room to Kim and Lisa. Lisa knocked on the door separating the rooms and I opened it with a smile. We were all giddy with excitement about the week to come! Everybody was anxious to get to the beach. Kim poked her head in and said, "We decided on Carly rules here at the hotel. Whenever you are in the room, you have to be naked." No big deal, it was just my boyfriend and Kim and Lisa. I was kind of ready to get naked anyway, so I quickly stripped out of my clothes and tossed them on the bed. Matt came over, put his hands on my waist and leaned in for a kiss. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep tongue kiss. My nipples rocketed to attention and my juices started flowing. The excitement of the trip and the beautiful surrounding had me as hot as a firecracker! We broke off our kiss and noticed Kim and Lisa watching. I think they were a little jealous that I had a guy to play with and they didn't. Lisa looked at Kim and said, "I'm going to need to get me some of that real soon." Kim laughed and said "me too!" Before unpacking, we walked out onto the balcony to check out the view. It was breathtaking! Matt's arm was around my waist. There was a warm breeze that tickled my pubic hair and nipples. The sun and breeze felt so good on my naked body, I could have stayed there all day! But we were anxious to get to the beach, so we headed back into the room. Just then, there was knock on the door. Kim swung the door open and it was the bell man with our bags. I was standing there in the room bare assed naked! The bell man saw me and said, "Oh, excuse me." Lisa said, "Oh don't worry about her, she likes to be naked and show off. Come on in." The bell man smiled and wheeled all of the bags into our room. He stood nervously for a few seconds, staring at me until we finally realized he was probably waiting for a tip -- or he just wanted to look at the naked girl in the room! Kim gave him a tip and Lisa asked if he wanted to take a photo with me. Of course he did, so he handed Lisa his phone and stood beside me. He put his arm around my waist and Lisa snapped a couple of pictures. Lisa told him, "It's OK if you want to have a little fun, just don't get too crazy." He looked at me, not sure what to do, so I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He squeezed it a couple of times, then softly ran his fingers over my rock hard nipples and around my belly. He tentatively brushed my pubic hair and waited for somebody to stop him from going further. Nobody said anything, so he gently ran his fingers over my pussy lips, eliciting a shudder from me, and raised his hand to show everybody his soaking wet fingers! I instantly blushed a deep red and the bell man gave me a "you dirty girl smile" and started to put his hand back between my legs. Matt stepped in and said, "OK, that's enough," and gently guided the bell man away from me and towards the door. The bell man took his phone and said thank you, closing the door behind him as he left. We all laughed and Lisa said to me, "Boy you sure got worked up in a hurry!" Kim walked over to Lisa and thrust her hand inside her leggings. She rummaged around for a couple of seconds and brought her wet fingers out to show us saying, "Look who's talking!" Everybody laughed again. I could have used a few minutes alone with Matt, but Kim and Lisa convinced me that there would be plenty of time for that and we shouldn't waste daylight. So we decided to change into our swimsuits and check the place out. Everybody put on their swimsuits, including me. Kim and Lisa rejoined us in our room and asked if we were ready to go. Matt answered that we were. Lisa looked at me and said, "You look like you are more than ready to go. I think you forgot the rule already -- no clothes while you are in the room!" Crap, how could I forget already? Kim laughed and said, "We've only been here a few minutes and you've already earned a punishment. Give me the suit. You can have it back when we get on the elevator." Not too bad, I thought. As long as nobody was on the elevator and I could get it back on before we got to the ground floor, it would be fine. I might not be able to get my shirt and shorts on over the suit, but at least I wouldn't be completely out of place in the lobby of the hotel in a bikini. I unhooked the top and tossed it to Lisa, then slid the bottoms down and gave them to her too. I gave Matt my shorts and shirt and we headed for the door. Kim and Lisa went first, followed by Matt and me. I peeked my head out the door and saw Kim and Lisa already half way down the hall. Kim yelled back, "You better hurry up. If you miss the elevator, you will be locked out and will have to come find us!" Lisa signaled for Matt to leave me in the doorway. He hesitated, but did as instructed. I had no choice now but to make a run for it. The door clacked shut behind me and I sprinted down the hall completely naked past a couple of maid carts. Jeez, we had been at the hotel for 10 minutes and I was already running down the hallway naked! When I reached the elevator lobby, I saw neither of the two elevators were there yet. Kim and Lisa waited calmly, while Matt was more nervous and I was near a panic. I saw the elevator lights indicating that one of them was on its way up from the lobby. The 5th floor light lit up and I knew the doors would be opening any second. I was desperately hoping that nobody would be on it! I was breathing heavily now as my anxiety built. The bell rang and the elevator doors slid open in what seemed like slow motion. Shit! There were two college age guys. I tucked in behind Matt for cover and watched them. They each had some luggage they were fumbling with as they got off, so they were a little distracted. As they made their way past Kim and Lisa, each took a moment to look them up and down. They hadn't seen me! I dashed onto the elevator and just caught a glimpse of the guys looking back and likely seeing my naked butt slip onto the elevator. We heard one of the guys say "whoa, did..." just as the doors closed. I breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator started down. Then, I suddenly realized I was still naked and only had a few seconds to get my suit on before the doors opened up in the lobby, or at a lower floor to let more passengers on. In a panic, I asked Lisa for my suit as I bounced up and down trying to get her to hurry. Lisa handed me my top as the elevator passed the 4th floor. I put it on and quickly fastened the hook behind me. Then, Lisa handed me the bottoms as the elevator passed the 3rd floor on its descent. Oh no! She had untied the sides. My bikini bottom was one that tied at the sides, and she had undone it. That was going to make it hard to get on in a hurry, and the elevator had now passed the 2nd floor. I quickly stepped into the bottoms and squeezed my legs together to try to hold it up while I tied the right side. Just as I got the right side tied, the elevator jerked to a stop, the bell rang, and the doors slid open! I was frantically trying to tie the left side when Kim, Lisa and Matt stepped out. There was a group of about 7 or 8 mixed girls and guys waiting. I hadn't finished tying the left side of the suit bottom yet, so I just held it together with my hand and pushed my way through them. I heard one of the girls make the snide remark, "Wow, I guess some sluts just can't wait to get out of their clothes." Ha ha, if they only knew! I caught up to Matt, Kim and Lisa as they were heading out to the beach through the back door. Matt handed me my flip-flops, shirt and shorts. I put on the flip-flops, but just carried my shorts and shirt since we would be on the beach in a few seconds. When we got to the beach, Kim and Lisa said they were going to go scope out the guys and they would catch up with us later. Matt and I were very happy that we were going to get a little time to ourselves and we headed off the other direction. We found a spot on the beach and put some towels down. It was getting late in the afternoon and we were tired from the travel, so we just relaxed and took in the sun. After an hour or so, we decided to head back to the room, but after taking a walk around the beach and around the hotel grounds first. The resort was beautiful and my mind kept thinking about all the places I might end up naked! Matt and I got back to the room at about 5:30 and we both plopped down on the bed and dozed off. Kim and Lisa hadn't returned to their room yet, so it was nice and quiet. We were awoken by the sound of their door slamming shut. We were still groggy from our sleep when Lisa walked in and said, "Do we have to tell you the rules EVERY time?" I was still waking up and didn't catch on right away, but eventually realized she was talking about the rule that I must be naked at all times when in the room. I said, "Oh, I forgot with all the excitement." Lisa said, "Well, get rid of the clothes and come to our room so we can plan what to do tonight." I only had on my bikini, so I quickly took it off and headed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face to help me wake up. When I finished, I pulled Matt up from the bed and pulled him by the arm through the adjoining door to Kim and Lisa's room. I had just gotten through the door and let out a startled scream because there were two strange guys sitting on the bed in Kim and Lisa's room! I tried to turn and go back into our room, but Matt was still in the doorway. Kim laughed and said, "Get in here. We want you to meet our new friends." I timidly walked into the room and the two guys just said, "Whoa, you weren't lying," And stared me up and down. I tried to cover myself, but Lisa quickly told me to stop. She told me to go have a seat in one of the chairs and I did. Actually, this was a relief because I felt less exposed sitting down. Matt came over and sat on the floor beside me. Lisa introduced the two guys as Jim and Steve. She said they had just met them while walking around the hotel. Both of them had their eyes glued on me. Kim explained why I was naked and told them Matt was my boyfriend. They seemed like nice guys and we all made small talk for a half hour or so. It felt really weird being the only naked person sitting in the room having a normal conversation with 5 fully clothed people. Then Kim said to the 2 guys, "Well, we are going to make plans for the evening, so maybe we will see you around tomorrow." The guys looked a little disappointed that they were being asked to leave, but they slowly got up from the bed while keeping their eyes on me. Lisa said, "Missy, why don't you stand up and give these nice boys one last look before they go?" The guys got wide smiles as they turned back to look at me. I knew there was no use delaying this, so I rose up from the chair and held my arms out so they could get a good look at my naked body. Lisa told me to spin around, which I did. Kim explained to the guys that I really like showing off my body and it gets me hot. She said, "In fact, I'm willing to bet she is soaking wet right now!" I blushed deeply and the guys' eyes got huge. Lisa said, "Why don't we find out?" I was really hoping she wasn't going to let them grope me in front of my boyfriend. Luckily, she told Matt to check it out. Matt came over to me, cupped my ass with his left hand and ran his right hand back and forth over my pussy lips a few times, which elicited a tremor from me. He kissed me softly while his fingers tickled my clit. He then withdrew his hand and held it up to show everybody my juices. I was completely embarrassed as the guys gawked at how wet I was. Kim pointed out the wet spot on the chair I had been sitting in and I felt about an inch high. Then Kim escorted the two guys out the door and told them we have your number and will see you later. Kim closed the door and came back into the room. Matt sat on the chair that I had just got wet and pulled me down to sit on his lap. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my ass crack so I wiggled around to increase the stimulation. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. It felt soooo good to be wrapped in his arms! Matt moved his head to my right ear and whispered, "I love showing you off to other guys. I want every one of them to know what I have and what they can't have!" I giggled and put my left palm on the side of his head, pressing his cheek to mine as Kim and Lisa looked at us longingly. I knew they wished they had a relationship like Matt and I had. I hate to admit it, but I liked that they were jealous of me! After just a couple minutes discussion, we decided to go eat at one of the hotel restaurants and then we would see what happened and get some drinks later. Matt and I returned to our room to shower and get ready to go eat. We both wanted to jump in bed and enjoy each other, but there wasn't time. The showers were designed for two, so I pulled Matt's shirt off and yanked his swim trunks down to the floor. His half hard cock hung invitingly. He looked at me nervously and motioned with his head to the door adjoining our rooms. It was open. I said, "Don't worry, I love showing you off to them. I want them to know what I have and what they can't have!" Matt smiled, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the shower. We spent the next ten minutes soaping and groping each other. Matt finished the shower by pouring a glob of hair conditioner in his hand and massaging it into my pubic hair. That made me smile because I regularly use conditioner on my pussy hair and had thought it was kind of unusual. After rinsing the conditioner out, I faced Matt and we embraced under the warm water. I raised to my tip toes so that his cock would slide under my pussy. He grabbed each of my butt cheeks firmly as we twisted our bodies under the spray and kissed. We knew Kim and Lisa would be coming soon, so we reluctantly broke our kiss and turned the water off. Matt stepped out and grabbed a towel, gently drying my body starting with my face and slowly moving downward. He knelt in front of me, lifted my right leg and dried it. Then, he repeated that with my left leg, which I raised slightly to help him. Before rising, he gave a soft little peck on my pussy! I grabbed a towel and did the same to him. I knelt in front of him to dry his legs and before standing, gave him a little kiss on the head of his erect cock! I pulled him by his erection out of the bathroom and sat on the end of the bed to watch him get dressed. I said, "It's a shame you have to put that beautiful cock away!" He laughed and twisted his hips from side to side, making his hard-on slap against his thighs. He said, "You make it awful hard to dress. Somehow, I've got to get this to go down so I can get my shorts on!" I replied teasingly, "Oh, did I do that?" Matt pulled on his bikini briefs and his cock made a huge tent. I laughed hysterically at the sight and used my finger to bounce it up and down. He said, "You know this is your fault don't you?" "I'm not sorry at all," I giggled. I leaned back on the bed propped up on my hands to watch him finish dressing. He pulled on his shorts and struggled to get the zipper up over the bulging erection. He then applied deodorant liberally as he walked around the room looking for a shirt. I was almost star struck watching him. I think I'm in love with him! After Matt found a shirt and slipped it on, he came over to the bed and sat beside me. I was careful to not get dressed until we were ready to go. He put his arm around me, pulled me to him, and gave me a kiss on the head. His hand went to my thigh, but I had to stop him because I didn't want to get all worked up and wet again before going to the restaurant. In a few minutes, Kim and Lisa strolled into our room and asked if we were ready to go. Kim giggled as she looked at me and said, "I see you finally remembered the rules." I said, "Yep, I'm ready to go." I had the clothes I was going to wear folded on the end of the bed and grabbed my panties to put them on since everybody else was ready to go. Lisa said, "What are you doing, you are still in the room?" I was a little confused at first, then realized I had to go outside the room to get dressed. Kim grabbed my pile of clothes and we all headed to the door with me stark naked. I was the last out the door because I had to make sure the coast was clear. When everything looked good, I stepped out into the hallway and the door clanked shut behind me. That was a scary sound because I didn't have a keycard to get back in if I encountered others in the hall. Kim, Lisa and Matt were already half way down the hall, so I scurried after them. I asked for my clothes and Lisa said you can have them when we get to the elevators. We got to the elevators and Kim pushed the button. It was already at the 4th floor coming up when Lisa handed me my clothes. I set the clothes on the floor and quickly found my panties. Just as I was pulling them up my thighs, the bell sounded and the doors slid open! A room service guy got off and walked past with his eyes boring a hole through me as I tried frantically to cover up! Nobody said a word because I think we were all a little nervous about getting in trouble. When the room service guy disappeared around the corner, Kim, Lisa and Matt entered the elevator as I tried to dress. I didn't want to be left there, so I tossed the rest of my clothes into the elevator and hopped in. I only had 6 floors to get dressed, maybe less if it stopped along the way to the lobby. I found my bra and fumbled with it for a second before getting it on. Suddenly, the bell dinged and the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor. The doors slid open to reveal two guys and two girls waiting to get on. I was standing there in my bra and panties! I didn't even try to offer an excuse as the other passengers stared at me like I was from outer space. I just pulled on my shorts and shirt as fast as possible. The elevator reached the lobby just as I was straightening my shirt and we all got out. The other four passengers murmured as they walked away from the elevator. I didn't care, we were in Cancun and getting ready for an evening of fun and I was happy! We all entered one of the hotel restaurants and were greeted by an older guy who escorted us to a semi-circle booth in the back corner. It was a buffet style restaurant, so the guy took our drink orders and said we could help ourselves to the food. Matt and I started to slide out of the booth when Lisa stopped me and said, "You need a punishment for forgetting the rules again. I want you to take off your panties and give them to me." I was shocked, but didn't figure this would be too bad, so I asked where the bathroom was. Lisa said, "Forget the bathroom, take them off here." I felt a heat wave roll through me. Was she crazy? We were in the middle of a freaking restaurant! I sat there stunned as I contemplated how to get my panties off without being seen. I had shorts on, so there was no way around taking them off too. Wish I had worn a skirt! Our booth was in the back corner and it was somewhat dark, so I scoped around and saw that nobody was paying any particular attention to us. Kim said, "You better hurry up and get 'em off before the waiter gets back with our drinks, or we'll let him watch." I knew they weren't bluffing, so I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and tried to shimmy them down without drawing any attention to us. I got them down to my ankles and pushed them aside with my foot. Now I was sitting in the booth wearing only a pair of panties on my bottom half. Nobody could see unless they were really paying attention and knew what to look for so it wasn't a problem yet. The waiter was across the restaurant with a tray of drinks heading our way, so there was no time to waste. I lifted my butt up off the booth and slid the panties down and off. I ducked under the table, grabbed my shorts from the floor and put both feet in. As I began pulling the shorts up, my head bonked the table as I came out from underneath it and everybody laughed. I had to fight to get the tight fitting shorts back over my hips as the waiter drew closer. Lisa said, "Give me the panties," just as the shorts got to my waist. I quickly bent down and retrieved them handed them to Lisa, who set them on the top of the table in plain view. I had just finished buttoning and zipping up my shorts when the waiter reached the table. His eyes were immediately drawn to the conspicuous pair of panties sitting in the middle of the table. He didn't say anything, but looked at each of us girls with a smirk. He clearly was trying to figure out who they belonged to. When he looked at me and I blushed, giving it away. He set my drink down in front of me and said "miss" with a big smile on his face. OK, that was nothing. It was actually kind of fun and I felt naughty with the waiter knowing I was pantyless. When the waiter left the table, Matt and I slid out of the booth to go get some food. Kim walked up to me, held out the panties and put them over my head through the leg opening, hanging them around my neck. The panties were a silky pastel green with a pink bow in front. I had on a white tank top, so they stood out like a sore thumb and it was completely obvious that they were panties hanging around my neck! Kim giggled as she walked past me to the buffet line. Matt smiled at me and said, "Let's get some chow, sexy." People gave me all sorts of looks as I paraded around the restaurant with a pair of panties around my neck but nobody said anything to me. I felt like an idiot, but decided not to let it bother me. I was having fun and nobody knew me here, so screw it! After getting our food and returning to the table, the waiter approached again. If he wasn't sure before which one of us was pantyless, he knew for sure now! He kept returning to the table, probably more than he needed to, and paid special attention to me. Matt kept reaching over and feeling the silky fabric of the panties hanging around my neck all throughout our dinner. He has a thing for sexy panties. I ran my hand to his crotch and found a big boner in his shorts! I looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Can't wait to have that for dessert later tonight." We finished eating, exited the restaurant and stood in the hotel lobby trying to figure out what to do next. Kim said she was still really tired from the trip and the rest of said we were too. So, we decided to just have some drinks in the hotel bar and call it a night. It was the first day of spring break and people were still arriving, so it wasn't very crowed and rowdy yet. We entered the bar and made our way to the back and found a booth. There were just 3 or four other groups in there and it was really dark. Matt went up to the bar and got us all beers and brought them to the table with some popcorn. I was relieved that I didn't have to go to the bar with the panties around my neck. We sat around, talking for a few minutes about what we were going to do the next few days while we sipped our beers. Kim had picked up some brochures from the lobby, but it was hard to read them in the darkness of the bar. We figured there would be all kinds of parties during the day, so we didn't really need to make any specific plans. Then, Lisa looked at me and said, "Why don't we have a little more fun before we call it a night? Hand me your shorts." My eyes shot up and my mouth fell open at her demand. She wanted me to sit in that booth, naked from the waist down in a public bar! My panties were already hanging around my neck! Kim and Lisa just stared at me expectantly. Kim said, "Oh come on, it's so dark in here, nobody will even know except us. Besides, this is the main reason we came here. They don't fuss about nudity like we do in the States." If it was such a nothing deal, why don't YOU do it, I thought to myself. But, on the other hand, she was right, this is kind of what we came here for. Every time I did something like this I had a great time after the initial embarrassment and shock wore off. And I guess there was no use fighting it, so what the hell. I calmly lifted my butt off the booth seat and worked the shorts off. Lisa held out her hand and I gave them to her. We continued to drink beer and talk in the bar for a while with me naked below the waist. Matt ran his hand over my belly and down into my lap, pulling at my pubic hair repeatedly. I separated my legs so he could get at my pussy. His fingers traced the outline of my pussy, then moved up and down over my lips. I was already starting to get wet and soon, the moisture allowed my lips to separate and open up. Matt worked a finger inside me to draw out some of my juices and used it to lubricate my clit. When his finger ran over my clit, I almost jumped out of the booth! Kim and Lisa both noticed and looked at Matt, who looked back at them with a broad smile. Lisa slid over next to me in the booth and Kim, who was on the opposite side of the table, propped her hands on the table and lifted up to get a look at what was going on. Kim and Lisa watched Matt finger me for 10 minutes or so. Kim went up to the bar to get us some more beer and by the time she returned, Matt had me squirming on his finger! She set the beers on the table and said, "It's so dark, nobody can see what's going on unless you are right next to the table." I barely took in the information because I was in a state of bliss and nearing an orgasm. It made me feel a little more comfortable, but I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to. I put my arm around Matt's neck, laid my head on his shoulder and brought my left foot up on the seat of the booth to allow better access to his probing fingers. My fingers were digging into Matt's neck and I was biting his shoulder to try to keep myself from screaming. I felt Lisa's hands on my waist and before I knew what was happening, she had pulled my tank top over my head and off and was unclasping my bra. I had no means or any desire at that point to stop her. In a flash, I was completely naked in a booth of the hotel bar with Matt fingering my pussy! The panties still hanging around my neck was the only thing left on my body! I was so worked up, I could hardly breathe. Kim came around the table and slid in beside Matt and started rubbing his cock through his shorts because she couldn't reach me. Lisa started tweaking my nipples while Matt continued his assault on my pussy! The sloshing of Matt's fingers working my pussy over seemed deafening. I could feel a puddle of my juices under my ass. I couldn't take it anymore and started bucking my hips up to meet Matt's fingers. Finally, I exploded in orgasm and let out a scream as cum flooded out of me, over Matt's fingers and onto the booth seat! Lisa quickly put her hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming again. Matt withdrew his fingers and I felt him wiping my wetness all over my stomach and boobs. I was still convulsing in the aftermath of my massive orgasm and couldn't seem to stop shaking. It felt soooo gooood! Matt lifted my chin and kissed me deeply. He then brought his soaking wet hand up to my mouth and I licked his fingers clean. After two or three minutes, my convulsions diminished to a mild tremble. I had goosebumps of excitement all over my body. When I had finally calmed down enough, I realized my predicament. I was sitting completely naked in a hotel bar, soaking wet from having just been fingered to orgasm by my boyfriend! That's when fear kicked in again. Kim looked around and said, "It's OK, it doesn't look like anybody even noticed." My naked body was shielded somewhat from the front of the bar area by Matt and Kim on one side and Lisa on the other and the table blocked the view of my lower half. I was still scared to death of getting caught naked, though. Matt glanced down at my crotch and exclaimed, "Whoa, look at all the cum on the seat!" I had felt the wetness, but hadn't looked. Matt, Kim, Lisa and I all looked down at my crotch to see a puddle of liquid in the triangle between the base of my pussy and my legs. My weight on the seat cushion formed a bowl where all my cum accumulated. Matt dipped his fingers in the liquid and started to smear it all over my belly, boobs and even my face! Lisa joined in and they took turns dipping into the pool of cum and rubbing it on my body. Matt started using it to rub over my pussy again and Lisa used it as lubrication to massage my tits and toy with my nipples. It didn't take much of this to have me writhing and bucking again. I let out a pretty loud scream as I came hard again! A burst of cum shot out of me onto the underside of the table and then a thicker, stickier cum began flowing out of me, filling up the area under my ass again! I leaned my back against the backrest of the booth and looked down at my stomach heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath again. Kim had her cell phone recording the scene. I don't know how long she had been taking video, but I guess I'll find out when we get home. The light from Kim's cell phone lit up my crotch area and Lisa said, "Wow look, the cum is still flowing out of her pussy like a river! I can't believe how much there is." We looked in amazement as the semi-clear liquid continued to dribble out of my pussy onto the booth seat. A pretty large pool of cum had formed in my crotch now and was glistening in the light of Kim's cell phone. Lisa said, "Lift your butt up so we can see how much there is." I pushed my back against the seat and lifted my butt up. As I came off the seat, there was a wet sloshing sound from all of my cum and I could feel it sticking to the back of my legs. Kim exclaimed, "Look, there is so much that it is making little cum curtains from her legs to the seat!" I plopped my butt back down onto the seat and it made a sound like I was sitting in a puddle of water. It actually felt really sexy. Just then, I heard Matt groan and looked over at him. I hadn't noticed that Kim had his cock out and was stroking him. Lisa and I watched for a minute until Matt stiffened up and groaned again. Kim pointed his cock at me and kept stroking him as he erupted. His cum shot out and landed on me just below my chin in three or four globs! It ran down my chest, between my tits, over my bellybutton, into my pubic hair and over my pussy lips. The warmth of his cum running over my pussy almost set me off again! Matt sat there with his cock out for a minute or so as he regained his composure from his orgasm. He then stuffed his cock back in his shorts and zipped up. I was still feeling really sexy, now sitting in a combined pool of my cum and Matt's. But, I was also still feeling the anxiousness of being naked in the hotel bar and was ready to get dressed or cover up. I knew I was at Kim and Lisa's mercy though and they weren't likely to let me get dressed yet, so I didn't even bother to ask. We sat there drinking beer for another half hour or so with me naked and wet, like nothing was out of the ordinary. My head was swimming from the orgasms, so I didn't really even know what we were talking about. Then, a voice startled all of us. "Would you guys like another..." and the voice trailed off. We looked up and the bartender was standing there staring at me. I grabbed Matt and pulled him in front of me. The bartender looked completely startled and didn't know what to say. Lisa chimed in "I-I'm sorry, we were just playing around, sorry." The bartender said, "Uh, it's OK I suppose," as he eyed me up and down. Kim said, "Please don't call the cops or anything." He replied, "Don't worry, I won't. Looks like you have been having a good time here tonight. The place is empty now, but make sure if any other guests come in that they don't see you like this. I don't want to get fired." We assured him we wouldn't get him in trouble and he turned to go back to the bar. He stopped about half way and came back to the table. He said, "You made me forget what I came back here for. Do you want another round of beers? The bar closes at midnight, but you have time for another round if you want." We all looked at each other and agreed to stay for another round. The bartender left to get our beer and we all breathed a sigh of relief. Kim said, "Whew, I thought we were all going to end up in a Mexican jail!" In a couple of minutes, the bartender was back with our beer. He asked "So what is going on here anyway?" Lisa explained the whole situation of me being their naked toy and my liking of being naked in front of people. She told him Matt was my boyfriend and he helped make sure I was safe. He said "Wow, I've seen lots of girls taking their tops off on spring break, but nothing like this EVER!" I was initially really uncomfortable having the bartender standing there staring at me as he talked to us, but the more we talked to him the more at ease I felt, especially knowing that he wasn't going to call the cops on us. We learned that he was actually a US citizen, but had moved to Cancun to work at the resort because he couldn't find work he liked in the US. He turned out to be a really nice guy. He said his name was Marco. Marco stayed at our table and chit chatted for ten minutes or so. He kept saying how hot I was and Kim and Lisa too, but his eyes were glued to me, the naked girl. Finally, I said, "If you want a better look, come around to the side of the table and I'll show you." He quickly did and I spread my legs so he could see my pussy. He said loudly, "IS THAT CUM YOU'RE SITTING IN?" I had almost forgotten about the pool of cum and got embarrassed all over again when he mentioned it. I sheepishly said, "My friends worked me over pretty good. I couldn't help it!" Marco just said, "FUCK!" as he stared at my naked, wet body. Kim had Marco introduce himself on her recording and he said how happy he was that we came into his bar. It was getting pretty close to midnight and we were finishing up our beers. We asked Marco when he would be working again and he said that he would be there every night. We told him we would be in again and he was very happy about that. We started to gather our things to go and Marco asked where my clothes were. Kim told him that the rule is whenever I am in the house at home or in the hotel room, I have to be naked. Then she said, "As long as she has to be naked in the room, do you think we could have her stay naked from here to the room?" I gasped in fear and Marco just smiled, shook his head laughingly and said, "It's OK by me, but if you get caught, I didn't know anything about this." Kim said, "Great, maybe you could check to make sure the coast is clear to the elevators for us." Matt said, "What do you think would happen if we get caught?" Marco replied, "Probably nothing. We are used to wild kids during spring break. Nudity isn't that big of deal in Mexico, especially at spring break time." "Good to know," Lisa said. Matt, Kim and Lisa slid out of the booth, leaving me sitting there in the pool of cum. Matt said, "Sorry about the mess, do you want us to clean it up?" Marco said, "No, I can't have you in here after midnight. I'll take care of it." Matt offered him $10, but Marco said, "Keep it, just tell me I'll see you guys again." We told him we definitely would be back. Marco looked at the fully dressed Kim and Lisa and asked, "How about you two? You don't join her?" "We usually just enjoy watching Missy squirm and get worked up," Kim explained. "Usually? Does that mean that you sometimes join in?" Marco asked with a smile. I think he caught them off guard, because neither of them could even stammer out a reply! That put a huge smile on my face. We all knew what Marco was getting at and Kim and Lisa were now getting a taste of what it was like for me. They remained silent so Marco said, "You two want to get naked with her?" "NO WAY, this is Missy's thing," Kim said. "Well, it must interest you to some degree. It can't be ALL just liking to see Missy in these situations," Marco persisted. Lisa jumped in, "It does arouse us, but we have never done anything like the things she has done. I don't think that is OUR thing." "What other things has Missy done?" Marco asked. "It would take all night to tell you. Maybe some other time," Kim said. "How do you know you wouldn't love it too if you haven't tried it?" Marco asked in sort of a challenging way. Kim and Lisa just looked at each other in disbelief at his forwardness. HOLY SHIT, he had them on the ropes! Were they actually going to do it? Matt and I were loving the back and forth between them. Marco pushed on. "Look, you two are hot and there's nobody else in here..." Lisa said, "Not tonight big boy. We'll see you some other night." Marco replied, "How do I know that? Maybe you won't come back. If you don't want to go naked all the way back to your room, how about I just walk you to the front door here naked?" Matt and I just looked at each other in shock at how brazen he was being. I suppose he had nothing to lose. If he let us walk out, he may never see us again. We were hanging on every word of this conversation! Marco was now just staring at them as they squirmed uncomfortably. Finally, Lisa said very softly, "I.... don't know." Kim looked at her in shock and said, "You aren't considering this are you?" "How about we just flash you?" Lisa said. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I think he is going to get them to show some skin! Marco is a good looking guy and Kim and Lisa have been saying how they need to get a man, but this surprised me. Marco saw his opportunity and started negotiating. "Are you girls wearing panties?" He asked. They both sheepishly nodded. "Tell you what, why don't you give me your panties and I'll hold onto them until you come see me again? That way I have some assurance that you will come back. How's that sound?" He said confidently. Without replying, Lisa unbuttoned her shorts and slowly slid the zipper down in a striptease fashion. She then stuck her thumbs in the side of the waistband and wiggled her hips to get them started down. When they passed her hips, she allowed them to drop to the top of her shoes and stepped out of them. She lifted the shorts with her right foot and grabbed them with her hand. I noticed Matt recording the show with his cell phone. Marco reached his hand out toward her and she handed him the shorts. Then, she quickly grasped the side of the panties and whipped them off in one quick motion. Again, she used her right foot to lift the panties to her hand, which gave Marco a pretty good crotch shot! Lisa handed the panties to Marco and motioned with four fingers in a "gimme" style asking him to return her shorts. Marco smiled and said, "Not until Kim gives me her panties." We all turned our attention to Kim. She looked really nervous and hesitant. Lisa had always been a bit more outgoing than Kim, so it was probably harder for her than it was for Lisa. With four sets of eyes staring intently at her, Kim relented. Unlike Lisa, she quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and yanked the shorts down. Marco bent down and retrieved them. Just as quickly, she pulled her panties down in one motion and Marco again bent down in front of her to pick them up. This put him at eye level with her pussy and he took full advantage to get a good look before standing again. The two of them looked odd standing there naked from the waist down except for the tennis shoes. Marco took a step back so he could get a full view of them both. He gave a little whistle and said, "Damn, this is my lucky day!" Lisa was emboldened a little bit and did a couple of poses. Meanwhile, Kim was still struggling with her nerves. She didn't look comfortable at all. Lisa tried to ease her mind by saying, "Relax, everybody here has already seen you naked except Marco." Kim replied, "I know, but this is so weird. Can I have my clothes back now?" Marco said, "Of course, just let me take in your beauty for a couple of seconds first." Marco was turning out to be quite the charmer! He first held out Lisa's shorts, which she took from him, lifted her left leg and guided her shoe covered foot into the opening. Each time she lifted her leg, Marco was treated to a great view of her pussy! Once she got the shorts over her shoes, she raised them and jockeyed them over her hips. She buttoned then zipped up and her show was over. We then turned to Kim. Marco handed her shorts to her, and she dangled them close to the floor to put her feet in the leg openings so she wouldn't have to expose her pussy like Lisa did. She quickly pulled the shorts up, buttoned and zipped them. Marco then said, "Now let's check out these fine undergarments and see if either of you enjoyed your striptease." First he held up Lisa's shiny black satin panties and examined them. He turned them inside out and ran his finger through the gusset, then lifted his index finger and turned to us to show us it was moist. He looked at Lisa and said teasingly, "Yeah, the evidence is undeniable, you liked it." Lisa giggled and gave him a playful slap on the arm as Marco wadded up her panties and stuffed them in his pocket. He then held up Kim's yellow and white striped panties, turned them inside out and ran his index through the gusset. This time when he took his finger out, a string of juice trailed from his finger to the panties! Marco said delightedly, "Ho ho, you little vixen! You acted like you hated it, but your panties are juiced up good!" Kim laughed softly and said, "I did that just for you." Now, I was the lone naked person again and all eyes were focused in my direction. As I started to slide out of the booth, Marco saw the pool of cum being swept along with me. I think I added to it watching the Kim and Lisa show! He said, "Jeez, your entire body is covered in cum!" Lisa told him, "Yeah, we smeared it all over her! In fact, I think it would be really sexy to have her go to the room covered in cum, what do you think?" Marco nodded in agreement and Kim and Matt both agreed that would be really hot. Lisa asked Marco, "You want to do the honors? You don't have to if you think it would be gross." He said "No, no, I would love to" and he looked at Matt for his approval. Matt said it was OK with him if it was OK with me. I said, "Sure, go ahead." Marco scooped up some cum from the seat and began rubbing it around on my chest. It was cold now as I had been sitting in it for 10 minutes or so watching Kim and Lisa. It sent shivers through me and my nipples turned to stone! Lisa said, "Don't be shy, cover every inch of her." Marco then began massaging it into my tits and eventually in and around my pussy as Kim resumed recording on her phone. I was getting worked up again and started moaning. Just then, we heard a vacuum cleaner running outside the door and Marco stopped rubbing me up. He said "You guys better get going, I can't get caught having you in here after closing, especially if you are naked!" Marco stepped back to look me over one more time. I was glistening in cum from head to toe! He said he would go up front and let us know when it was clear for us to go to the elevator. Soon, Marco motioned us to come up front. Matt led the way followed by Lisa, Kim and then me. We gathered at the large glass doors and Matt looked out. Seeing nobody in the area, we all said goodbye to Marco and Matt pulled the door open and led the way into the lobby area. Marco was holding the door open and as I passed him, he swatted me on the ass. I dashed out of the bar to join the others with cum dripping from my body! Once outside the bar door, there were a couple of large pillars to hide us from the front desk. There was nobody at the desk, but they could come out at any moment. Matt was dashing from pillar to pillar when he finally realized he wasn't naked and didn't need to hide! Kim and Lisa had almost made their way to the elevators already and I was still just outside the bar. The elevator lobby was around the corner from the front desk, so once I got there, the only worry would be somebody coming off the elevator. But, I had to get there first. This was going to be like the mall adventure I had with Carly. I darted in and out from behind the pillars to a stuffed chair that I crouched behind. I checked the front desk and didn't see anybody, so I made a frantic dash across the open space, around the corner to the elevator lobby. Kim and Lisa were waiting there laughing. I said in a panic, "Where's the elevator?" as I bounced up and down on my toes in nervousness. Kim laughed and said, "Oh, I guess we forgot to push the button," and she then pushed it. The door opened immediately as it must have already been at the main floor. Kim and Lisa piled in, followed by me. The doors closed and it started up to the 6h floor. I was hoping it wouldn't stop anywhere along the way! Then I realized Matt wasn't there. "Where's Matt?" I exclaimed. Kim said, "He must not have got there in time to catch this elevator. I'm sure he'll be up in a minute." I didn't think anything more about it, I was just worried that I would encounter somebody at the elevator or in the hallway. The elevator made it all the way to our floor without stopping and Kim and Lisa piled out and headed down the hall. I scurried out and looked around the corner for any strangers in the hall. Seeing none, I sprinted down the hall to catch up to Kim and Lisa. We reached our set of doors and Kim unlocked their door and went in, followed by Lisa. Just as their door clanked shut, I realized Matt had the key card. I can't get in our room! I knocked on Kim and Lisa's door asking them to let me in, but got no answer. I heard a giggle, so I knew they were ignoring me on purpose. I heard the elevator ding and got scared. What if it wasn't Matt? I scurried around trying to find a place to hide. I thought about the fire escape, but just as I started for it, I saw Matt come around the corner and down the hall toward me. He said rather loudly from down the hall "Look at my sexy girlfriend standing all naked and covered in cum in the hall!" He slowly approached me with a huge smile, grabbed me in a hug and gave me a big kiss. I separated myself from him and could see wet blotches on his clothes from the cum on my body. I said, "OK, let's get inside." Finally, Matt unlocked the door and we tumbled inside. It had been an eventful day. We had been in Cancun for only a few hours and I had been naked for the bell man, naked in the hall and elevators, naked in the hotel bar and brought to multiple orgasms and made my way naked from the bar all the way up to our room! I was exhausted. Matt and I took a shower together and collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Maragana Girl by EC Chapter 29 � The Summer of Life In spite of all Dukov's efforts, the Party of the Duchy faced a huge obstacle countering the barrage of advertising on television. The TV ads were aimed at unsophisticated voters who were unaccustomed to seeing a well-organized television advertising campaign. As long as the ads stayed on track, it looked like the Greater Danubian Progressive Party would still win, although perhaps not by as large a margin as they would have liked. At the end of the second week of November and only a week before the election, the foreign advisors of the Greater Danubian Progressive Party made a mistake that cost their candidates any chance whatsoever of winning. It was a miscalculation that political scientists would analyze for years as a case study for failed political consulting. The consultants decided to target Vladim Dukov's son in personal attacks, and in doing so turned a likely electoral victory into certain electoral defeat. The foreign advisors were elated when they found out about Vladik Dukov's public penance. They abandoned their attacks against Vladim Dukov's past and instead decided to concentrate on humiliating Vladik. They filmed him as he walked naked around the music store complex with blueprints in his hand and a collar around his neck. There was public discussion of the shame he had brought upon Vladim Dukov and on the police department. There was an ugly incident at the music store, as a couple of reporters aggressively approached a terrified Tiffany Walker as she was working at a cash register. The store�s owner, Vladik, and five naked male employees confronted the reporters, broke their cameras, and threw them out the door. Reporters contracted by the foreign advisors then tracked down both Vladik's ex-fianc�e and his ex-boss, demanding to know why he had resigned and why he no longer was engaged. Both the woman and the police official were incensed at having rogue reporters approach them about someone else's personal issues. Vladik's ex-fianc�e, in particular, was furious that any reporter would be interested in what she considered a private matter. She was a hard and proud woman who would never forgive him for what he had done to their relationship, but she considered the matter closed when he resigned from the National Police. The use of their personal problems to further a political campaign was an attack on not just his honor, but also hers. It was a violation of the most basic Danubian value about the sanctity of personal relationships. Such people had no right to win an election. She approached Vladik's ex-boss to discuss the inquiries. It turned out he was equally incensed, for very similar reasons. Officer Vladik Dukov had resigned to protect other people in the National Police. He had resigned honorably. The matter was closed as far as the National Police was concerned and not open to further discussion. Vladik's Section Chief suggested that he and the young woman jointly file an official complaint with the High Priest at the Temple of the Ancients. The High Priest gladly accepted the complaint, because it gave him justification to take action. The clergy already had been offended that public penance, which was a personal matter between the priest and the sinner, would become a political campaign issue. Maybe such things are acceptable elsewhere, but not in Upper Danubia. As the sun set behind the National Cathedral, the High Priest, surrounded by other members of the Clergy, issued an official condemnation of the entire campaign of the Greater Danubian Progressive Party. He considered an attack on penance as an attack on the Church itself and on the fundamental concept of personal redemption. The Church condemnation handed the election to Vladim Dukov and the Party of the Duchy. A condemnation was a very serious matter for many voters, especially among the rural constituents the Greater Danubian Progressive Party needed to win the election. It took the foreign advisors several days to understand how seriously their campaign targeting Vladik Dukov's penance had offended traditional Danubian values. The Danubian press also turned against the "Progressives", its traditional journalists angered by the strategy of using rogue reporters to promote personal attacks. Maybe such things were acceptable in other countries, but not in the Duchy. Vladim Dukov already sounded like a Prime Minister in the final televised debate with his opponent. Rather than try to critique his opponent's campaign, the ex-Spokesman again took the opportunity to lay out his plans for the future. He made it clear the Party of the Duchy under him would be very different from the Party of the Duchy that had existed since World War II. Following the debate, "Socrates' Mistresses" performed the final concert of the campaign in the Plaza of the Ancients. In spite of Dukov's likely victory the next day, the group was neither proud nor triumphant. Instead they were very reflective and somber, realizing the seriousness of the new phase in Dukov's life and the professional sacrifices they needed to make to assist his campaign. Eloisa sang in her usual forlorn manner. However, for the night's final song, she stepped back and turned the lead microphone over to Kim. To the surprise of the audience, Kim did not perform her favorite song, "The wall that divides my soul", but instead the English rendition of "A question I cannot answer". The election held the following day was a rout for the "Progressives". Not even their most pessimistic advisors for could have dreamt the party would come in third, losing not only to the Party of the Duchy, but also to the coalition of dissidents. Vladim Dukov's party won 58% of the popular vote, leaving him in complete control of the next Cabinet. The humiliation for the foreign political consultants was absolute. They quickly checked out of their hotel rooms and were out of the country even before the official vote was completely counted. Dukov's victory speech was low-key. He gave thanks to his supporters, to the members of "Socrates' Mistresses", and to the owners of the Socrates Club and the city's various music stores. He then thanked the people he had worked with over the years: Spokesman Havlakt and his other co-workers, various judges and top police officials, and the leaders of the Party of the Duchy who had placed faith in him. Finally, he thanked his own Spokesman and university professors from many years before, the people who had helped him focus his frustrated political energies into his future career with the Danubian court system. ---------- Tiffany viewed Dukov�s victory with very mixed emotions. On the one hand she was glad to see him elected, but on the other hand Dukov�s win frightened her because she couldn�t see how Vladik would want to stay with her now that he was the son of the country�s Prime Minister. However, the morning after the election Vladik Dukov had a huge surprise for Tiffany. He invited her to go with him to see his father's swearing in ceremony. In spite of their friendship, Tiffany was stunned that Vladik wanted to be seen with her at such a public event. At first he justified the invitation by arguing he felt very uneasy having to appear collared and naked in public by himself, and her presence would make him look not so much out of place. Vladik then checked himself. That wasn't the reason. He wanted her to go with him...well, because he wanted her to go with him. Maybe this time, with Tiffany, he could simply tell the truth. He struggled to express himself in English: "Deevonay, I say you come with me, because I want. That why you come. I feel myself good when you with me, so you come please?" "You...like...really want me to come? You're really not...like...ashamed to be with me?" "Why I shame, Deevonay? I no better you." Vladik struggled to find the words to express himself, a task twice as hard because of his limited English vocabulary. Finally he faced her with the truth "Deevonay, you, me, we...we two start new. You no drug no more, I no police no more. We live life new. That what priest say, that why I wear collar. Kimberly, she say, maybe good thing I no police no more, because I no worry no more...no worry about the other people. Only think me happy, no other people. And Kimberly say, and I know true, I look at woman...I look at you, Deevonay...and I think...maybe you the right woman...." Tiffany became quiet as tears started flowing down her cheeks. "I...I don't know what to say, but...you can't fall in love with me...I mean... your father...he's now Prime Minister...and...people would laugh at you...and I...I'm�I mean�that �honor� thing you guys have here�I don�t have it�" "Deevonay, I now ask, what you think me? What YOU think me?" "Vladik, if it was just me...I mean, I really like you...you're the best guy I've ever gone out with. That's not it. It's just..." "You, me, we got time, much time. I no worry people laugh. I worry you come with me see Father in Parliament. Very important you come. I need you come." Finally Tiffany nodded. She gave Vladik a teary smile and hugged him hard. Time...yes, she and Vladik did have time. Maybe time would heal her after all. Perhaps there really was something to Kim's promise of "maybe even a family". Vladik Dukov and Tiffany Walker stood together with the owner of Danube City�s main music store and his other employees during his father's victory speech. Their bare bodies and collars totally made them look out of place in the otherwise well-dressed crowd. While everyone else saluted they had to drop to their knees. There was no real shame in that, however. He was performing penance and his companions were convicted criminals. It was the way things were done in the Duchy. The naked men and women standing in the crowd of Dukov's supporters simply were fulfilling the protocol and duties of their positions in life. ---------- Dukov took the Prime Minister's sash from the caretaker Prime Minister. The Temple's High Priest gave a brief benediction, and then the Chief Justice of the Danubian Supreme Court saluted the new Prime Minister. Dukov saluted back, then turned to salute the thousands of spectators. "DOC-DOC DANUBE!" The crowd saluted back and roared its support: "DOC-DOC DUKOV! DOC-DOC DUKOV! DOC-DOC DUKOV!" Prime Minister Dukov lost no time getting down to business. He left the stage to enter the National Parliament with his hands full of folders, legislation he planned to present as soon as his cabinet was sworn in. However, as he stood at the Prime Minister's podium, the vision of the collapsed dam from the Rika Chorna Reservoir filled his mind. Protecting the lake's watershed was the first priority of his government. Even before his cabinet was sworn in, the new Prime Minister issued several emergency edicts to safeguard the forested hills overlooking the lake. He spoke with anger and force, making it very clear that any foreign business wishing to exploit Upper Danubia's natural resources or its people would have to look elsewhere. ---------- Dukov's election removed an immediate financial threat to "Socrates' Mistresses", by placing them out of reach from anyone wanting to sue them for breach of contract. Kim's old sentencing judge became the new Minister of Justice. One of his first announcements was to declare that no lawsuit against any Danubian entertainer by a foreign company would be permitted in a Danubian court. During his first press conference he stated: "I will personally prosecute any foreigner entering our territory to harass our citizens under Item 2, article 3 of the 1968 Professional Harassment Decree. That law carries a minimum five-year sentence. Furthermore, I will personally issue an arrest warrant for any foreigner who attempts to harass one of our entertainers in a foreign court." The Minister of Justice made good on his word. The following week Danubian embassies infuriated some of the world's most influential music executives by sending official letters to their corporate attorneys. The letters contained arrest warrants and extradition requests for the members of the legal team who had confronted Kim for violations of Item 2, article 3 of Upper Danubia's 1968 Professional Harassment Decree. A couple of nights after the election Eloisa's old high school group decided to have dinner at the Socrates Club. Everyone, with the exception of Tuko, who still was at the National Police Academy, was present. For the first time, Tiffany and Vladik sat at the table at the invitation of Kim. There was much good cheer that evening, the band members happier than they had been at any time since the euphoric day their sentences ended. Later in the evening Eloisa reflected to the group that it felt good to have her clothes off again and just relax in a familiar setting, a comment to which many band members agreed. Sergekt then made a comment that it looked like the band was starting over, their foreign contract breached and the group unable to perform outside Upper Danubia. "I've been thinking, maybe the foreign contract wasn't such a good thing for us. Did we really need all that money? Kim and I already have enough to build a very nice house and still plenty left over to put our kids though school. Do we need even more? Now we have the chance to go back to who we really are. We can return to our roots and do what we want to do, not what anyone else wants us to do. We can sing what we want to sing, and chose where and when our concerts are going to be. We're going to do it right this time, as Danubians." There was a toast, as Kim mulled over the statements of both Eloisa and Sergekt. Finally an idea came into her head. She addressed the group. "Does everyone still have their criminal's collar?" The question surprised her friends, because it seemed to come from nowhere, but everyone in the group still had their collars. Danubian ex-criminals rarely got rid of their collars, given the importance of the device in their lives and in forming their characters. Kim's purpose became clear with her next statement. "Then I want to go back too, completely back. We started performing as criminals. Our first listeners were criminals. That's how we got our inspiration. Now here's what I want. I want our next concert to be in this club, where we started. Then, we'll perform just like we did last year, wearing our collars and nothing else. I want us to practice that way as well, wearing our collars and nothing else. Whenever we get together to do any band business, we'll wear our collars and nothing else. Whenever we get interviewed, we'll wear our collars and nothing else. Who we really are is not a bunch of rich kids performing in Barcelona and Paris. Who we really are...is Danubian criminals. I want to make that our trademark." The idea was a bit unusual; to return to performing in the nude when it was neither necessary nor expected, but the other members of the group liked it. Yes, go back to the very beginning, start over, write new songs, perform for the Duchy. The group's foreign fans would be welcome to travel to Upper Danubia to see the band's new concerts, but would see them as naked ex-criminals. The most important part of Kim's proposal would be frequently returning to the Socrates Club for the inspiration needed to write new songs. "Socrates' Mistresses" had come home. ---------- Two days later Tiffany became an important asset to Dukov's Ministry of Justice and Ministry of Public Health. Dukov called Kim into the Prime Minister's office in the National Parliament Building to ask about Tiffany's knowledge of methamphetamine. Kim stood at attention in her formal white dress and saluted the new Prime Minister; in spite of the fact she still was living in his house and having dinner with his family every night. Once her formal gesture of respect was finished, she answered his question in Danubian. "Prime Minster, I believe Criminal # 98946 has extensive knowledge about the production of methamphetamine, as well as knowledge of other drugs such as heroin, pharmaceuticals, and on-line prescription drugs." "Another question, Apprentice: do you think she knows how to obtain these items on the Internet?" "Yes, Prime Minister Dukov, I believe she does." "Very well, Apprentice Lee. Then you and Criminal # 98946 will be able to perform an important service to our country. Please bring Criminal # 98946 to this office at 15:00 this afternoon. I will have the head doctor from the National Hospital Chemical Addiction Rehabilitation Program present, and also the Vice-Minister of Health and two court recorders. I would like Criminal # 98946 to share whatever knowledge she has about methamphetamine with us. Once we have completed interviewing her, I will ask that she go on-line in our presence and instruct us about the availability of drugs through the Internet. I plan to use the information to update our drug laws." Kim saluted. "I will obey your command, Prime Minister. I will bring my client to this office at 15:00 today and ask her to assist you to the best of her ability." Kim and Tiffany showed up at the National Parliament Building at 3:00 in the afternoon. Tiffany felt very uneasy as she walked naked among Upper Danubia's most important leaders, but she was a criminal performing a public service and that was what was expected of her. As she and Kim entered the Prime Minister's office, Tiffany dropped to her knees and nervously put her forehead to the ground while Kim stood at attention and saluted. Tiffany was scared being pulled out of her regular life, even more so because the Prime Minister was her lover's father. Once Kim had saluted, Dukov ordered Tiffany to stand up and take a seat. He offered her some tea and poured it for her himself. Once he passed her the cup he got down to business, asking her what information she could provide him about methamphetamine and any other drugs she had used. The debriefing of Kim's client was the beginning of Dukov's plan to mount a huge anti-drug effort, before the problem had a chance to take hold in his country. It turned out Tiffany knew three separate recipes for making methamphetamine. She knew about several on-line suppliers of psuedoephdrine, iodine, and glassware. She knew about suppliers of ecstasy and LSD. She knew about concealment methods. She was familiar with on-line chat groups. Finally, she was able to analyze herself and her friends in the US, giving her listeners a perspective on why persons like herself started using drugs in the first place. The scope of Tiffany's knowledge on the topic was impressive. Both Kim and the Prime Minister realized she was precisely the source of information Dukov's government needed to begin comprehending the scale of the threat facing the country. Tiffany spent two weeks in the Prime Minister's office, being de-briefed and teaching investigators from the Health Ministry and National Police how to look up Internet suppliers. The Danubian officials were taken aback by the scale of the challenge facing them. In the end, the naked criminal sat next to the Prime Minister at his computer and taught him how to access the chat sites. After a very short time Prime Minister Dukov and several of his Vice-Ministers had acquired a working knowledge of the world that had destroyed so many young people in other countries. Finally, at the end of her debriefing, Tiffany returned to her job at the music store, but with the expectation she would come back every so often to answer additional questions or give advice. Over the next several months Dukov and his Ministers used the information from taken from Tiffany and several other drug addicts to grill police officials, pharmacy workers, and customs agents about the measures they were taking to protect Upper Danubia. By the end of the year the Ministry of Health and the Ministry of Education had an effective drug education program in place for high schools, while new laws and customs screening procedures targeted imported pharmaceuticals. The entire process began because of the contribution of Criminal # 98946. Prime Minister Dukov treated Tiffany with respect and made it clear he appreciated the information she could give him. The only protocol he expected from her was standard criminal's kneeling when she greeted him and when she said goodbye. Apart from that he conversed with her in a completely normal manner, which in turn boosted her own self-confidence. He expressed his gratitude by giving her an official commendation and forwarding a request to the Danubian Supreme Court to cancel the last five of her 34 remaining switchings. Tiffany's service to his father's government encouraged Vladik to discuss the possibility of a relationship with her to his parents. He fully expected his parents to vehemently oppose any relationship between himself and the American criminal, but they seemed to be able to accept Tiffany, if not exactly approve of her. Maritza felt guilty over kicking Vladik the night after he resigned from the National Police and realized the need to give her son some space in his life, while Dukov saw Tiffany as a damaged person but with huge potential. The elder Dukovs opened the opportunity for Vladik to talk to them about his own life, and what had gone wrong. He explained his need to attempt to find out who he really was on the inside, instead of trying to meet other people's expectations. Tiffany was an important part of that journey of self-discovery. She was a deeply flawed woman, but she and Vladik seemed to match each other's needs. Dukov's only advice was that Vladik take his time with Kim's client. He needed to give her time to stabilize her life and re-build her character before becoming too serious with her. To that Vladik responded: "Father, I am in the same place in the path of my life as Tiffany. I am rebuilding my own character and finding myself. I think both Tiffany and I are going to need a lot of time. Things will go slowly for us, because both of us have such damaged souls." The following Sunday Victor Dukov and his wife prepared a formal dinner for Vladik and Tiffany. Following the traditional custom, Vladik would sit at the table of Tiffany's guardian, even though that guardian was his own uncle. When Tiffany found out about the impending dinner, she approached Kim to ask her what was going on. Kim explained the meaning of the custom and its importance. Then she added: "At some point you'll probably be coming over here, to Prime Minister Dukov's house, or he may have you go over to the Prime Minister's Official Residence, if he decides to move there with Maritza and Anyia. Anyhow, if that happens, you'll need to understand you and Vladik will have a commitment to each other." Tiffany did not know how to react. She couldn't believe how quickly her life had changed in the short time since she saw Kim holding up those two dollars at Dirty Grampy's. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a strand of her long hair draped over her chest. She realized another change was necessary. If she was going to do that formal Danubian dinner thing, she had to fix her hair. Kim volunteered to help her client with braiding. Over the next hour Tiffany learned how to arrange her hair according to Danubian tradition. ---------- The next month passed peacefully for Kim and her friends as the weather grew colder and the days shorter. They studied, they reunited at the Socrates Club, and they prepared and practiced new music. Relieved from the pressure of satisfying anyone except themselves, the group experimented with more modern instruments and different themes for their music. Over the following year they would try out new music at the Socrates Club, and then perform to a packed Danube City concert hall about once every three weeks. "Socrates' Mistresses" would remain enormously popular throughout Europe. Foreign fans came across the border by the trainload to see the defiant group of Danubians and buy their CD's, the band's mystique only increased by the fact they had decided to return to performing as naked criminals. There were differences from the previous year, however. The variety of music had increased, and some of it had a sharper edge to it. When their performances ended the band's members always took off their collars, held them up, and then bowed to the audience instead of kneeling. When asked about the gesture during an interview, Eloisa responded. "The way we perform, and the way we end our concerts, symbolizes the path of our lives. We began singing as sentenced criminals, but now we are free and making our own choices. How we present ourselves is to show our fans who we really are, where we came from, and perhaps where the paths of our future will take us." ---------- Vladik Dukov continued working peacefully at the music store throughout November and December, still planning to enter the military academy in January. However, just before Christmas his plans changed when his ex-fianc�e entered his workplace with a large package in her hand and asked to speak with him. Vladik was amazed she actually would come looking for him and uneasy about having to confront the woman he had so badly dishonored. However, it was obvious she had something important to tell him. He wondered about the package, then noticed she was wearing engagement jewelry that must have been given to her by another man. The naked man and the well-dressed woman withdrew to one of the store's small recording studios and sat down. Vladik's ex-fianc�e handed the package to Vladik. When he opened it, he saw it was his police uniform. She then addressed him in her usual cold, proud manner. "Vladik, last week I spoke with your priest and prayed at the Temple. I realized many things about myself, and my path in life. Those issues are my concerns, things you have no right to know because of what you did to me. However, I realized something else. It was wrong of me to destroy your police career. You're a good police officer and an asset to our nation's security. I have no right to take that away from our country, regardless of how I feel about you personally. Yesterday I spoke with your section chief and asked him to let you return to duty. I explained you resigned because of me, but I didn't give him any details and I expect that you will not, either. He seemed very happy and made me wait so he could have your clothes packaged and brought up to his office. It's quite clear he wants you back" Vladik was dumbstruck. He took the package. His ex-fianc�e stood up and put her hand on the doorknob. "Vladik, I want you to understand I'm doing this for the Duchy, not for you. I hate you more than I think you can imagine. But, apart from the National Police, I...I suppose I'm doing this for myself as well." She touched her hand to her new engagement necklace and continued. "As you can see, the Ancients have blessed me with another relationship. Before I commit to him I need to find peace with myself and make peace with you." Vladik stood up, wanting to thank her, but she quickly slipped through the door and shut it in his face. He decided not to try to follow her. Vladik sat down with the package. He pulled out his hat and looked at it. Vladik thought about the challenges that lay ahead, now that the path of his life was restored. His thoughts wandered not to his ex-fianc�e or even his restored career, but to Tiffany. He now realized he loved Criminal # 98946, and had every intention of staying with her. Marriages between police officers and criminals happened occasionally, so the possibility of Vladik formally marrying Tiffany was real. There would be some difficult challenges for Vladik�s future with the American, but whatever those challenges might be, he was determined to overcome them. In the meantime the once-and-future Officer Dukov needed to finish his immediate assignment at the store. Once he finished his commitment to Kim's employer he would return to the Temple and request permission from the priest to end his penance. ---------- Kim and Sergekt finally settled on a day to get married. They decided to hold the wedding on December 27th, half way between Christmas and New Year's Eve. The date gave the people in their lives a chance to attend, including the increasingly busy Prime Minster and his family. Kim spent the days before Christmas with her sister and parents, showing them her life as a singer, as a student to become a Spokeswoman for the Criminal, and as a future Danubian citizen. Kim was elated finally having her parents in Danube City. The Lees got to see all of the capitol's major tourist attractions, including several areas of King Vladik's Castle normally off-limits to the public. Kim showed them the university and the Temple of the Ancients. Unfortunately she had to skip showing her parents the music store and the Socrates Club. They weren't quite ready to see Kim in her work uniform and her singing costume. A couple of nights before the wedding Kim and her friends took Cindy to the Socrates Club for a pre-wedding celebration. While Cindy once again partied naked at the club with her sister, her future brother-in-law, and their friends, Vladim and Maritza Dukov invited Mr. and Mrs. Lee to have a state dinner at the Prime Minister's Residence. In spite of the elegant surroundings, Dukov quickly put the elder Lees at ease. For a night he could take a break from being Prime Minister and return to his old role as Kim's Danubian guardian. The Lees and the Dukovs exchanged stories about their daughters Kim and Anyia. Dukov's conversation allowed Kim's parents to understand their daughter much better and laid the foundation of a new relationship they would have with her as an adult. ---------- The wedding itself took place in the main prayer chamber of the Temple of the Ancients. Given Dukov's role in Kim's life, the wedding came close to being a state ceremony, with everyone in her life present. The Prime Minister and his brother were present with their families, as were the members of "Socrates' Mistresses" and their families, Dukov's secretaries, Spokesman Havlakt and his grandchildren, and the staff of both the music store and the Socrates Club. Tiffany and Vladik stood together, he in his police uniform and she in her collar with her hair done-up properly. In spite of Dukov's role in Kim's life, he merely was a spectator at her wedding. Presenting her to Mrs. Dolkiv was Mr. Lee's responsibility. Mr. Lee approached the moment with much trepidation, regretting that he had allowed so much time to pass by without really getting to know his daughter properly. Now she was slipping away, soon to be the wife of another man and the citizen of another country. Kim noticed he was trying his best to hold back his tears as he presented her to Sergekt's mother. There would be time for Kim and her father to re-establish their relationship, but it would be a relationship between to adults, no longer a relationship between father and daughter. Kim and Sergekt exchanged their vows and turned to face their friends and family members. Kimberly Lee now was Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna, the wife of Sergekt Dolkivna. Until she graduated from college, Kim would be known as Apprentice Lee-Dolkivna whenever she appeared in court. To close the ceremony, Eloisa and the other three back-up singers, for once wearing traditional dresses, performed a song Dima had written in honor of his best friend and his fianc�e's best friend. The song was titled "The summer of my life". Dima's song alluded to the passing of springtime, a period of excitement and hope, but also of hard work and struggle, a time when Kim and Sergekt had to form their characters and determine who they were as people. That first phase of their lives was completed. Now life's second phase had come, the time to apply the lessons and hard work of the springtime to better enjoy the summer. It was a song of sadness and hope, an accurate depiction of the couple's past and the future they had yet to enjoy. As Kim and Sergekt held hands and exchanged glances, they knew Dima and Eloisa could not have come up with a better gift. The women of "Socrates' Mistresses" were celebrating their friends' journey through time and the beginning of the summer of their lives. Chapter 30 � Epilogue Tiffany Walker-Dukovna woke up at 6:00 in the morning as always. There was no sleeping in for Tiffany, not with two kids, a husband who had to be at work in an hour and a boss like Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna. Those were the three priorities in Tiffany's life. Maybe in the evening there would be a little time to herself, if she was lucky. Ha! Not very likely. Tiffany's first concern was her husband, who soon would become Chief of Police for Danube City, the youngest police chief in the city's history. She quickly got his breakfast on the table as he put on his uniform. The breakfast was a standard US breakfast of pancakes and eggs with bacon, the only difference being she had to use blackberry jelly instead of maple syrup. When they first got married Vladik had trouble getting used to the American style of eating. However, when it came to fixing buckwheat porridge and fried potatoes for the morning meal...well...Tiffany had to put her foot down on that one. No, there wasn't going to be any buckwheat porridge and fried potatoes, not in Tiffany's kitchen. Tiffany kissed Vladik passionately; her bare body pressing against his freshly pressed uniform. Tiffany was one of those lucky women whose figures never seem to change, no matter how old they are or how many kids they have. Tiffany slipped her hands under his belt to squeeze his bottom. She gave him a mischievous look...get home early Vladik, there's plenty more for you tonight. Getting the kids ready was next. There were more pancakes to be passed out, more eggs, and milk. The older boy didn't have his school uniform on yet, which precipitated some yelling. There was the usual complaint, "Mother, you never have to get dressed, why do I have to?" There was the usual explanation about school rules and the dress code. Someday, soon, she would have to tell him the real reason. The boy's mother was a convicted criminal serving a 35-year sentence. For Tiffany Walker-Dukovna there would be no getting dressed for another 26 years. The local school sent a small bus to pick up the older boy. The younger one went a couple of minutes later in a mini-van owned by the Danubian Royal Family. The boy's aunt Anyia had sent the mini-van to pick up Tiffany's toddler and Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna's daughter to spend the day at her house with her own two small children. Once Tiffany's younger boy was in the vehicle, its driver waved at her and pulled out away from town. He passed the yellow sign that marked the edge of Tiffany's world and continued on to the house were Anyia lived with her husband. That house belonged to the estate of the Grand Duke of Danubia. Anyia's husband was the Grand Duke, although now the Royal Family's role in the Republic of Danubia's political life was completely symbolic. Tiffany reflected on the strange contrast between the role of Anyia's husband, whose power was ceremonial, and her own father-in-law, whose power was quite real. Vladim Dukov had been Prime Minister for nearly nine years, with no sign that his government was about to end anytime soon. He was adored by most Danubians. When the crowds shouted "DOC-DOC DUKOV!", they meant it. Vladim Dukov was halfway through what would be the most successful and influential government the Republic of Danubia had seen since the times of King Vladik the Defender. The change in the country's name was one example of the Prime Minister's influence. After nearly 500 years Upper Danubia formalized its southern border, finally recognizing Lower Danubia was nothing more than a memory and there was no hope of ever getting that land back. In exchange for the formal border recognition, Upper Danubia's southern neighbor ceded some archeological sites, two small towns, and three ancient villages back to the Danubian government. The places had huge historical significance, so bringing them back under Danubian control was well worth the border treaty. Dukov asked the Parliament to change the country's name the following year, because it was time to get real. Upper Danubia no longer was a Duchy and there was no such place as "Lower Danubia". There were many other changes, including upgrading the dam at the Rika Chorna Reservoir and tripling the nation's hydroelectric production capacity, projects that kept Kim's husband Sergekt Dolkiv quite busy. There were comprehensive modernization programs for sewers and irrigation systems, aggressive educational reforms, and the upgrading of fire-fighting and police services, just to name a few of Dukov's other projects. In foreign affairs Dukov proved to be a crafty and hard-headed negotiator. Danubia finally did join the EU, but under much more favorable terms than originally negotiated by the former government. Among other world leaders Dukov�s negotiating skills earned him the nickname �Vladim the Extortionist�. Danubia was the one country in eastern Europe without a major drug addiction or AIDS problem, largely because the Prime Minister had insisted on awareness education and mass testing of the younger population at the beginning of his administration. Tiffany could feel some pride that nine years before she had played an important role in making the new Prime Minister understand part of what he was up against with the drug issue. Drugs. Fortunately Tiffany's first-hand knowledge of drugs no longer was current. It remained current for a while, but over time became outdated because she no longer was part of that world. There were a few reminders that never would go away, however. There were the scars on her arms, the cut on her forehead, the occasional cravings, and the pictures of her co-workers from Dirty Grampy's. Her old co-workers were now dead, all of them. From that group, Tiffany was the only survivor. Tiffany forced the memories of her fellow dancers out of her mind. She had to get to work. She left everything in the kitchen as is, because Vladik had hired a cleaning service to clean up the house and maintain the garden. Between two jobs and two kids, there just wasn't time for housework. Tiffany got on her bicycle and pedaled downtown. She could have ridden the trolley, but never did so unless it was totally freezing outside. Rain or shine, Tiffany rode her bike. She was one of those stubborn criminals who refused to stand naked in a packed trolley. She passed the pleasant parks and old buildings, as well as numerous hotels and tourist cafes. The city now was full of tourists, whose money fueled the Prime Minister's ambitious improvements. Some of the foreigners, especially visitors from the US and Latin America, stared at the attractive naked woman as she pedaled past them. Tiffany did not notice. She was a criminal and that's just the way things were. As Tiffany neared downtown she passed the Danube City Studio Complex. The studio area was full of groups of naked criminals, the people who formed the heart of the still-popular Danube City music scene. Tiffany then passed the music store where she had worked a couple of years at the beginning of her sentence. She glanced at a display of the latest CD of "Socrates' Mistresses", the enormously influential band that had changed the course of Danubia's music, and probably the course of the nation's history. It was weird to think, without "Socrates' Mistresses"; it was unlikely Vladim Dukov ever would have become Prime Minister. "Socrates' Mistresses" still performed, although not as often as before because its members were pursuing other careers. When the band did perform, Tiffany's boss, along with its other 14 members, always performed naked. That held true even when one or more of the singers were pregnant. Performing naked had become the band's trademark, their reminder to the world they began their careers as criminals. Tiffany's journey took her past the Socrates Club, which still was going strong. She rode past the old armory building, where she could hear Malka Chorno's voice snarling at a morning gym class. Tiffany had classes in the evenings with that strangely driven woman, which kept her in shape and partly explained her still-attractive figure. Tiffany finally arrived at the Central Police Station. She parked her bicycle and looked at the sprawling complex, feeling satisfaction her husband soon would be in charge of the entire building and everyone in it. Vladik had moved up very quickly and was very well liked in the National Police. Of course, having his father as Prime Minister didn't hurt, but Vladik had moved up mostly by his own merits. He had a bright future. Tiffany walked up the two flights of stairs to Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna's Office, which had been the office of the Prime Minister when he still was Kim's mentor. The Spokeswoman was digging through some files, pulling out the folders of some foreign clients who had trials scheduled for that morning. Tiffany, now in her official position as Criminal Adjunct Walker-Dukovna, knelt in front of Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna and touched her forehead to the floor. "Good morning, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna, I am pleased to see you have safely returned." "Good morning, Criminal # 98946. I too, am pleased to see you. Please rise and we'll get started." Apart from the formal greeting, Kim and Tiffany talked in a perfectly normal manner. Tiffany officially was Kim's assistant, however the truth was she almost was a Spokeswoman herself. She and Kim shared some clients, but Tiffany also had several clients of her own. Both of them were specializing in foreigners and drug cases, given that so many foreigners now were entering Danubia and unfortunately some of them were not taking the country's drug laws seriously. Tiffany had the same law degree as Kim, but was not a Spokeswoman in full standing because she remained a convicted criminal. Tiffany's status as a criminal, however, did not prevent her from appearing in court and arguing cases. That particular morning there was a trial pending for a group of Canadians caught with several kilograms of hashish. The case would be complicated because they were various ages and it was not clear the hashish belonged to all of them. There were interviews to conduct and a convoluted truth to straighten out. The arraignment committee, the same three dour individuals who had interviewed Kim nearly 11 years before, would be hearing the case before sending it to trial. In their old age the three had little patience for dealing with criminals who had not been properly interviewed by their Spokespersons. Momentarily a group of scared, naked young Canadians would be brought to the office in handcuffs and forced to kneel on the floor. There would be a trial, there would be collarings and switchings, and then there would be redemption...hopefully. Kim and Tiffany would have to guide the Canadians, just like Spokesman Dukov had guided Kim and Kim had guided Tiffany. The day would be a routine workday, but Kim knew that in one way it was a momentous one as well. In the moment of quiet that preceded the entry of the new clients, Kim needed to remind Tiffany of something important, a promise from a long time ago, now fulfilled. "Tiffany, I got a question for you. Do you remember what day it is today?" Tiffany thought for a second: "My God, today's my 30th birthday! I totally forgot!" "Yeah. I remembered, 'cause it's what I promised you, isn't it? Your 30th birthday. So you made it." Tiffany badly wanted to hug Kim, but knew she couldn't because it would break protocol. For a moment her emotions overwhelmed her. Finally, she responded: "Thank you, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna. Thank you for...giving me my 30th...." "And many more birthdays ahead of you, don't you think?" "Yeah...I'm sure of it. Many more ahead..." There was a loud knock on the outer office door, announcing the arrival of the new clients and their police escort. It was the beginning of another long day in court.

Madison by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 41: Thursday Henry walked into the house after work and was met with uncomfortable silence. He walked into the kitchen, and it was quiet. He had not gotten a call from Madison, so she was supposed to be home. He was used to either getting hit with a whirling teenager jumping into his arms or seeing said teenager hard at work in the kitchen. He looked around and saw no signs of his daughter and now he was a little scared. He bounded up the stairs and to her room. He opened the door and saw her cuddled up under her blanket sound asleep. He saw her dress on the chair and she was clutching her phone. He saw her chest moving so his fear lessened slightly. She was obviously tired, he hoped she did not have another hard day at school. Henry closed her door and walked into his bedroom. He got into his casual clothes and went downstairs to see what he could whip up for dinner. He felt a little lost without her energy, he never realized it until it was gone, she was a force and now the house was eerily silent. He had suffered through this for two nights when she was in the hospital and at the Thompsons. With her back home yesterday everything felt back like it should be but now this silence was unnerving. He shook his head and realized he was overreacting; she was just tired. His cell phone buzzed as he opened the refrigerator. “Henry, hey it’s Barry.” He heard. “Hey Barry, what’s up, everything ok?” Henry said. He was worried about the old man, he jumped immediately to something being wrong. “I am fine, I am calling about Madison.” Barry said. Henry sat at the kitchen table. “What do you mean, Barry.” Henry said. “Is she ok?” Barry said as he stared at her still curled up under her blanket. “Yeah, she is sleeping, I am sure she had a rough day at school. I think she went back too soon if you ask me.” Henry said. “Yeah, it is just that she seemed a little down this afternoon, I was worried.” Barry said, stopping himself just before he said he knew she was still sleeping. “I don’t know Barry, maybe everything is catching up to her. She went through a lot of trauma the last few days.” Henry said, trying to convince himself as well as Barry. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Pardon the call, you have a good night.” Barry said. “No Barry, I appreciate all the help I can get with her. It makes me feel good to know people are watching out for her. Thank you for that.” Henry said. “You are welcome, Henry, I will talk to you later.” Barry said. “Good night, Barry.” Henry said and hung up the phone. Barry looked at the screen and saw her still asleep. Something was not right with his girl. Henry was right about one thing; he would be watching over her. He got up and went to grab some dinner. Sam jumped out of the car and waited for Katie. They walked up the driveway into the house. “Katie, do you think I should go back to school?” Sam said and sat on the couch and kicked off her sandals. Katie marveled at how cute this little girl was as she looked at the long legs sticking out of the small jean shorts and the pretty feet curled up on the couch. Her long blonde hair was amazing as it hung over her shoulders and chest. She sat down next to her and took her hand. “Why do you ask that sweetie?” Katie said, trying to figure out where this was coming from. “I don’t know, at first, I was adamant about not going back but I think it was because I was scared. Now I think I miss it.” Sam said and looked at Katie. “You miss school, or you miss someone at school?” Katie said and Sam smiled and lowered her head. “We have been inseparable since we were two. My mom said I would cry when she had to go home after a play date.” Sam said and Katie felt a little warmth in her chest. “Yeah, that could be it. Are you worried at all about what the kids will say.” Katie said, knowing kids can be so cruel, especially about things they don’t understand. “I am scared of that, but I think not seeing her is worse. I will just tell the truth about being raped and if they can’t handle it then fuck em.” Sam said. “Sam, language.” Katie said and Sam smiled. “Sorry, they can lump it.” Sam said and Katie laughed. “I think that is a great plan. What do you say we wait until we get your mom home and settled before we do anything so she can help you with that decision. Do you think you can wait a few days.” Katie said. Sam crawled into her lap. “Yes, I can wait. I will feel a lot better when she is home. What do you want to do now?” Sam said and looked at Katie. Katie could think of so many things she wanted to do with this girl, but she was still worried about going too fast with her. She had just recovered from a brutal attack and her mom was still in the hospital. “We could watch a movie?” Katie said and kissed her forehead. “Can we go lay out at the pool?” Sam said and Katie groaned. “Sure, I guess we could do that. I can make some lemonade. Why don’t you go get your suit on.” Katie said and stood up. Sam looked up at her from the couch. “Katie, should we even bother with suits?” Sam said. Katie looked at the small seductress sitting on her couch. Dammit, she should be the adult and put her foot down. She should show some restraint. “I guess not.” Katie said softly as the cute little blonde girl reached up and unsnapped her shorts and pulled down the zipper. Katie stood still as her shorts and panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and hugged the girl that was standing in front of her now. Henry put the top back on the sauce and checked the noodles. They would be ready in a few minutes. He set the table and made some of that grape drink that she liked. He looked at the stairs and hoped to see two cute feet walking down. It was empty. He was a little worried now. She had fallen asleep after rough practices many times before, but it was always right there on the couch. She never went to her bedroom until it was time to go to sleep for the night. There was something wrong. He turned off the noodles and turned down the sauce. Henry opened her door and stepped into her room. She was in the same position. He sat on the bed and touched her shoulder. She flinched and looked at him, he saw fear in her eyes for a split second and then she smiled. “Hi daddy.” She said and Henry saw most of her chest as the blanket slipped down, barely covering her nipples. “Hey pumpkin, are you ok?” He said and pushed the stray hairs off her pretty face. Madison thought of a lie quickly, she was getting better at that already. “I don’t feel so good.” She said and he frowned. That actually was not a lie. “What hurts, baby?” He said. “Nothing specific, my stomach doesn’t feel right, and I am a little sore.” She said, again not really a lie. She was getting pretty good at this. “Do you want me to get you anything? I made spaghetti and grape drink.” He said and she felt a surge of happiness for a second. She loved spaghetti and grape drink was one of her favorites. She wanted to be happy, but she was not sure she could eat anything right now. “Thank you, daddy. I will come down in a few minutes.” She said. She had to try and be a normal girl, especially for her daddy. How did Sam do this? This was really hard. “Ok, sweetheart. I will start the garlic bread; it will be ready in about 10 minutes.” Henry said and she smiled. He stood up and looked at her, she seemed washed out, like she was exhausted. He smiled and walked out of her room; the worry heavy on his heart. Madison sat up and Barry saw the blanket fall, her perfect breasts filling his screen. He wanted to stare at them, but he was looking at her face. It looked broken, like she was miserable. She never looked like that. She was blind and terrified at the hospital, but her face was always bright and hopeful. He was very worried. Could this be a delayed reaction to the incident? Was she impacted by the attack more than anyone realized. He was grasping at straws. He saw her stand and now her entire beautiful body was on his screen. Henry looked up and saw her walk down the stairs, she was barefoot with a t-shirt and pajama pants. She walked into the kitchen and hugged him. He put his arms around her and rubbed her shoulders. “I love you daddy.” She said into his belly. “I love you too baby.” Henry said and looked down at her. She was still hugging him. Sam carried the plastic glasses out to the pool, following Katie’s perfect butt as they walked down to the lounges. Katie set the pitcher down on the little table between the lounges and Sam watched her breasts hang down. She hoped hers would look even close to as good as those one day. Katie looked up at her. “Bring those glasses over here you little devil.” Katie said and Sam giggled and handed her the glasses. Sam took a drink of the wonderful lemonade and laid back on the lounge. It felt so nice to feel the warm sun on her body. Her tan was looking much better even being over here for a few days. She would be a bronze goddess in a couple of weeks living here and no tan lines was a bonus. “Katie, where is Aaron?” Sam said and Katie looked over at her. She felt a tingle between her legs as she looked at the tight little body. “He had a few people to bring back and forth to the airport today but that was this morning, so he is probably fucking Alex in the storage closet.” Katie said and Sam giggled. “They are really cute together.” Sam said and Katie nodded. “I am guessing you need him to rub some lotion on you?” Katie said and Sam smiled. “Yeah, that would be nice.” Sam said. “Ok, I will text him and tell him we have a lotion emergency.” Katie said and Sam giggled again as Katie sent the text. “Katie, can I borrow your phone when you are done?” Sam said and Katie handed it to her and then laid on her lounge. Sam dialed the number and waited. Madison answered on the second ring. “Hi Katie.” Madison said in a soft voice. “Rock star, it is me.” Sam said. “Hey pretty girl.” Madison said. Sam did not hear the normal perkiness in her friend. “You ok? You sound tired or something.” Sam said. “Yeah, I am. Practice was hard and it is hard to get back into a routine.” Madison said. Maybe getting raped every day by her counselor would become a routine. She wondered if she could get used to that. “I miss you. Did you get my message about my mom.” Sam said. “Yeah, I am glad she came out of surgery good. It will be nice when you get her home.” Madison said. “They said tomorrow, I hope that is true. Maybe you could come over tomorrow after school and hang with us.” Sam said. “That sounds fun. I will see how I feel, right now I just want to sleep.” Madison said and Sam frowned. “Ok, I will call you tomorrow afternoon after we get her home.” Sam said. “That sounds good. I have to go, daddy made spaghetti.” Madison said. “Ok, talk to you tomorrow.” Sam said. “Good night, Sam.” Madison said and Sam heard a click. She looked over at Katie. “Something’s wrong with Madison.” Sam said and she had a weird feeling in her gut. Katie sat up. “What do you mean?” Katie said. “I don’t know, she sounds weird. She said she was tired, and she had a rough practice.” Sam said. “Baby, she was just in the hospital two days ago and just got her sight back. She is probably having trouble getting back into the swing of things after all that.” Katie said and Sam nodded. That all sounded logical to Sam, but she still felt strange. Her friend was never tired, her perkiness was always turned up to 10. That was what Sam used to help her when she was going through the stuff with her daddy. She could always count on Madison and her energy, it saved her. She did not feel that energy over the phone. Sam laid back in her lounge and closed her eyes. Madison pushed the spaghetti around on her plate, the grape drink was really good, she was on her second glass. “Baby, are you not hungry?” Henry said and she looked up. “My stomach feels off, daddy.” She said. “Does anything else hurt?” he said and put his hand on her forehead. “My legs are a little sore.” She said, referring to her thighs and how they still felt like they were spread out over the arms of the chair with Mr. Barr ramming his thing into her. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay home a couple of more days?” Henry said. Madison’s mind swirled between happiness and fear. They could not hurt her if she didn’t go to school. Then she wondered if Mr. Barr would be angry. She did not want to make him angry. “No daddy, I need to go to school, I need to work through this.” She said and forced down a mouthful of spaghetti. Henry was proud of her desire to fight and not give up. She was always very strong, he found himself surprised often at how such a tiny girl could be that tough. He remembered how she held him on the couch when he was destroyed by his wife’s leaving. Then how she stayed so positive when he struggled with his jobs. Then she stood in front of a madman and protected her friend. He looked at her and she was saying the right things, but he did not see strength in her eyes tonight. He wanted to help her, but he did not know how. “Ok, but if you do not feel right, you call me, and I will come get you immediately.” Henry said and Madison looked at her daddy. His eyes looked worried, she would have to get better at this, the people in her life were too perceptive. She did not want her struggles to impact her people, she didn’t just want to keep them out of jail, she wanted them to be happy. She took a deep breath. She put down her fork and stood up. She walked over and sat on her daddy’s lap. “I promise I will call you if anything happens. For right now, I want to help you clean the kitchen and then snuggle on the couch and watch a movie with my daddy.” She said and kissed his cheek. Henry looked at his little girl and saw the sparkle in her eyes. He loved her so much, he felt better, this seemed more like her. He kissed her forehead and hugged her. “That sounds like a great plan.” He said. Madison held onto her daddy and tried not to cry. Aaron walked into the back yard and down to the pool. He paused as he saw Katie and Sam in the lounges. Their eyes were closed, and they were spectacularly naked. He tried not to make noise, he wanted to burn this image into his brain. Sam’s breasts were adorable, and Katie’s were magnificent. Their bellies were both tight, Katie’s because of Pilates and many hours at the gym and Sam’s because she was 14, the running did not hurt either. The legs were almost a draw, Katie’s were dramatic, but Sam’s were long and sculpted, his cock flinched as he stared at the strong young thighs. He walked around and stood in front of them, he looked at the pussies in front of him. Katie’s he was very familiar with and had tasted it many times. Sam’s was smooth and small, and he knew tasted so good. He rubbed his cock as he thought about tasting it again. He was pretty sure the magic of this backyard was going to put him between those young legs. He saw Sam reach over and grab the tube of lotion and hold it up in the air, her eyes still closed. “Aaron, I really don’t want a sunburn, can you help?” The small voice said, and he saw her open her eyes and look at him. She even looked like a devil as she held out the tube. “I would not want that to happen, I can only imagine how cranky you would be with a sunburn.” Aaron said and knelt next to the lounge and took the lotion. Her giggle was like music to his ears and made his cock hard as steel. Sam moaned as the large black hands moved over her body. He was so good at this. He had started with her feet and then moved up her left leg and onto her stomach and then over her breast. He made sure her nipple was protected and then moved to her neck and then her face. He gently moved his fingers across her cheeks and over her nose and forehead. She watched him the whole time, his eyes were dark and sexy, and her pussy shivered as he rubbed lotion on her face. Aaron finished with her face and then moved down the right side of her body. Her breast was perfect in his hand, so firm and yet so soft. Her nipple was stiff, and he ran his finger across it and heard her whimper. He loved seeing her excited, she was so pretty. He moved down her tight belly and then to her majestic right leg. He loved the feel of the strong muscles as he rubbed her. He thought about Madison sitting next to him in the car as he massaged the strong thigh. These girls were driving him officially crazy. He moved off her thigh and then down her calf to her foot. Sam groaned as the large fingers moved between her toes. He finished with her foot and Sam looked at him. He was kneeling on the ground at the end of the lounge. She spread her legs and saw his eyes light up. She ran her fingers over her inner thighs. “Aaron, this skin here is very sensitive, can you make sure you get some lotion on it?” She said and his cock almost exploded in his pants. He moved between the young legs and saw her pussy open before him. It was small and pink and beautiful. He rubbed lotion slowly on her thighs as he stared at the tasty treat spread out in front of him. He pushed her thighs farther apart and saw her pussy open even more. He moved closer and he heard her whimper again. Sam felt the warm tongue touch her pussy and she wanted to scream. She grabbed the edges of the lounge in a death grip. She felt lips on her cheek and turned her head to see Katie close to her. She was holding the bottoms of her suit and moved it to her mouth. Sam opened her mouth and Katie shoved her suit into the young girl’s mouth. “Now you can scream baby.” Katie whispered and kissed her forehead. Aaron licked up the entire length of the delicious pussy and heard Sam’s muffled scream. He looked up and saw Katie’s suit hanging out of her mouth. That was fucking hot. He moved down and got back to work. Sam’s pussy was wet and tasted sweet; he could lick on this all day. He wiggled his tongue into her small hole, and she pushed her hips up and he heard more muffled screaming. He pushed his face into her and drove his tongue deep. He pulled back slowly and felt her moisture on his face. He pulled his tongue out slowly and then licked the pink insides. Sam felt like her pussy was on fire and she didn’t know if his tongue was putting it out or making it hotter. She wiggled and tried to breathe. She was thankful for the suit in her mouth, it helped to keep her quiet and it tasted like Katie. Aaron was so good at this, she thought of all the pussies Aaron had tasted, no wonder he was good. His tongue felt like a little cock as it wiggled inside her, she wondered what his real cock would feel like. She remembered seeing him stretch out Madison, would she be able to open enough for him. He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she screamed into Katie’s suit. Aaron held onto the strong thighs as her body convulsed on the lounge. He was sucking and licking the small clit as she screamed and shook. He loved this, a beautiful woman wriggling under his tongue, there was no better feeling. He felt her hands on his head and he pulled off slowly. He kissed her pussy and she shuddered. He sat back on his knees and watched her body shiver for a minute. Her legs were still spread, and her belly was slick with sweat. Katie pulled the suit out of her mouth, and he heard Sam gasp. Katie looked at him. “Aaron, that was spectacular.” Katie said. “Yes, it was. It still is actually.” He said as he looked at the young girl. “Yes, you are right. She is pretty, right?” Katie said and put her hand on Sam’s belly. Sam flinched and shivered again under her touch. “Very pretty.” Aaron said. Madison put the cloth over the drying dishes and looked at her daddy. He was wiping off the kitchen table. They really were a great team. He finished and tossed the cloth into the sink. “There, all done. Ready for the movie?” Henry said and Madison smiled. “Yep, I will start the popcorn.” Madison said and he watched her pull out the box and throw a pouch into the microwave. She seemed better, he was happy. Madison carried the bowl of popcorn into the den and laid down between his legs on the couch. She snuggled against him and leaned back. She loved this position. He pointed the remote and they were soon watching one of her favorite romantic comedies. “Thank you, daddy, I love this one.” She said and looked up at him. “Yeah, we haven’t seen this one in a while.” Henry said and reached into the bowl for a handful of popcorn. He tried to ignore the feel of her firm breast on his arm as he reached across. His little girl was growing up, he wondered if her mood earlier had anything to do with that. Did he miss a sign or something? Was she still not comfortable sharing everything with him. He tried to think of all their conversations lately and all he could remember was when she talked about Jordan. Maybe they had an argument or something. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on now. He had his baby with him, and they were doing something they both loved. He put his arm over her arm and hugged her. He heard her sigh and wiggle against him more. “Katie, I love this backyard. Can I stay here forever?” Sam said and Katie laughed. “Baby girl, if I could wave a wand and keep you back here I would.” Katie said. “Could your wand bring two more people back here?” Sam said. “Absolutely, were you thinking of another cutie and maybe someone else to help Aaron?” Katie said and Sam smiled. “Yes, but I am thinking we need to help Aaron.” Sam said and looked at him still kneeling on the end of her lounge. “How could we help him?” Katie said and Sam giggled. “Aaron, can you stand up please.” Sam said and he stood up slowly. The girls saw his cock pushing against his pants. Sam scooted to the end of the lounge and got on her knees. She rubbed her hands over his pants and Aaron moaned. “I am thinking that this big lump here is uncomfortable.” Sam said and ran her small fingers over the outline of Aaron’s cock. “It does look awfully tight, should we let it out?” Katie said and Sam giggled. “I think that would be a start.” Sam said and popped the button open and pulled the zipper down slowly. She saw his white boxers and pushed his pants down. They slid down his legs and gathered at his ankles. Sam rubbed his cock through his boxers and Aaron groaned. “Katie, it is not tight anymore, but it still looks like he is uncomfortable.” Sam said and Katie moved over next to Sam. Aaron looked down and saw the pretty girls gathered around his cock. Sam’s fingers felt so good on him, he would never get tired of seeing her kneeling naked in front of him. She slipped her small hand into his boxers and touched his rock-hard cock. “Katie, it is very hard. You should feel.” Sam said and pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers. Katie touched it and ran her fingers down the shaft. “Sam, you are right. What should we do?” Katie said. “Well, when I am uncomfortable, I like it when someone kisses me.” Sam said and kissed the head of his cock. “I think he likes that.” Katie said and kissed the side of his shaft. Sam giggled and licked the head. “Ooh, he really likes that.” Sam said and Katie licked his head. Aaron groaned. “You are right.” Katie said and yanked his boxers down to the ground. “What are those?” Sam said and lifted his cock up. “I don’t know, do you think I should kiss them?” Katie said and Sam giggled. “Try it and see what happens.” Sam said and looked up at Aaron. He looked like he was in agony. His cock was throbbing in her little hands, and he was moaning. Sam moved her hands up and down the shaft and sucked on the head. She saw Katie move down and kiss his balls. Sam felt Aaron’s hands on her head, and she pulled off his cock. She saw it throbbing right in front of her eyes as her hands moved slowly along the shaft. She heard him groan and saw a blast of white appear and then felt it hit her right between the eyes. She kept moving her hands and looked up at Aaron. Aaron lost it and saw his load hit the young girl between the eyes. She did not even flinch, she just looked up at him as his second load roped across her forehead. She was moving her hands up and down like she was milking him as he blasted another load onto her forehead and into her hair. He held her head as he painted her cute face. She kissed the head of his cock and sucked him gently as he recovered and let go of her head. “That was a lot.” Sam said and looked at Katie. “Oh my God, baby, that is so fucking hot.” Katie said and kissed the pretty girl. Aaron stepped back and watched the scene in front of him. The cute teenager with a face full of cum and the beauty that was kissing her. He sat on the pool deck and watched. Katie kissed Sam and felt the cum on her face. She pulled back and licked it off from between her eyes. The load was thick, so it stuck there waiting for her. She moved up to her forehead and licked it clean. She kissed the young girl again and wrestled with the cute tongue. She pulled back slowly and looked at the cute girl. “Are you ok?” Katie said and Sam smiled. “I love it back here. That was amazing.” Sam said and Katie laughed. “We need to have a lot of talks. You are so young, but I can’t seem to resist you. You and your little friend make me helpless, but I feel like I should be the adult.” Katie said and Sam smiled. Sam put her arms around Katie. “Katie, I love you guys and I love this stuff. I have had a lot of bad people do these things to me, and I need to know it can be wonderful and loving instead of ugly. I am different than Madison, she just wants to make people happy, but I need this in a different way. I need people to love me and show me I am not broken.” Sam said. Katie felt her throat tighten and she hugged the young girl. “Baby, you are not broken. We love you dearly and will do whatever you need us to do to prove that.” Katie said. “Good, what I need right now is to see you wiggling under his magical tongue while I kiss you.” Sam said and Katie moaned. Henry turned off the TV and looked down at his daughter. She was sound asleep on his chest. Her head was on his arm and her shirt was twisted. He saw the outline of her breasts against the t-shirt, they seemed bigger, but he was not sure. He looked away; he should not be looking at her like that. He hugged her and heard her sigh and snuggle more against him. She seemed better after they finished dinner. Maybe she would be back to her old self after a good night’s sleep. He moved out from under her and then picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She was still small enough for him to carry her easily. He placed her on her bed and covered her. He kissed her on the cheek and left her room. Barry watched Henry put his daughter to bed. He flicked the monitor off and went back into the kitchen. Maybe he was over-reacting, she had been through a lot like Henry said. That had to be it, she was also getting ready for the big district meet, he remembered her telling him that her coach worked them harder the week before a big meet. He prepared his nighttime medicine and hoped his Madison would be back to normal in the morning. Brad finished the contract work and buzzed for Alex. It was 5:30 and everyone else was gone. She walked in and his cock flinched, she was so hot. She was wearing that tight red dress again; he loved the way her ass looked in that. “Yes, Mr. Thompson. I was just on my way out.” Alex said and saw his eyes. “Hey Alex, I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Aaron brought me in this morning so we could pick up a couple of clients at the airport on the way in. He was here earlier but I think he is gone.” Brad said as she walked up to the front of his desk. “Yeah, he got a call, something about a lotion emergency.” Alex said and laughed. “Oh, then I know who that was.” Brad said. “Possibly a little blonde nymph?” Alex said and Brad nodded. “Exactly. That girl is just as bad as Madison. I feel like they are a virus, and we are all infected.” Brad said. “Sir, I am just as infected as you and I would love to give you a ride home. I am curious like you to see what is happening in your back yard.” Alex said and sat on the corner of his desk. Brad saw her stocking as her dress pulled up. He put his hand on her thigh. “Yeah, I am thinking Aaron may need some reinforcements with those two.” Brad said and rubbed her soft thigh. “You keep doing that and we may not get out of here anytime soon.” Alex said. Brad pulled his hand off her thigh. “Sorry, I feel like I am permanently horny.” Brad said and Alex laughed. “Tell me about it, I have to bring spare panties to work now.” She said and stood up, straightening her dress. “Let’s get out of here.” Brad said and they left the office. Sam kissed Katie hard as Aaron worked between her legs. She was laying on top of Katie and Aaron’s tongue was moving through her pussy again. He was a master with that thing and she loved it. His tongue left her, and she knew he was on Katie again. Katie whimpered in her mouth as she kissed her. Sam knew she was close; she could feel her nipples as her own breasts smashed against Katie’s. She pulled off the kiss and Katie gasped. “Oh God.” Katie screamed as Aaron’s magical tongue moved through her pussy. Sam laughed and kissed Katie’s cheeks and then her neck. She could feel Aaron still working and Katie was starting to shake. She sucked on Katie’s neck and then Katie screamed. Sam felt her body shake and shiver under her and it was cool. She grabbed the edges of the lounge and stayed on top of Katie as the orgasm ripped through her. Aaron pulled off Katie’s pussy and ran his fingers through her moist lips. He touched her clit and she screamed again. He looked up and saw Sam’s young pussy inches over Katie’s and he thought it was a wonderful sight. He touched the young pussy with his other hand and rubbed both of his ladies. He saw Sam’s hips wiggle and then he heard that marvelous giggle. Katie settled down and put her arms around the girl on her chest. She loved this so much, Aaron between her legs and Sam on top of her. It could not get much better. She smiled and thought about Madison and maybe it could be a little better. Sam sat up on Katie and looked down at her. “How was that?” Sam said. “I don’t have words anymore.” Katie said and Sam giggled. Katie loved seeing the firm little breasts shake as she laughed. Sam looked over her shoulder at Aaron and he was sitting back on his legs, his face was shiny with Katie’s juices and his cock was rock hard again. It was very majestic; she loved the way it sat there and looked so innocent, yet it was a monster. She still felt the last blast in her hair from her previous altercation with the beast. She knew he needed to fuck something, he deserved it, he had worked very hard bringing both of them pleasure. She looked at Katie’s pussy and then she got a tingle between her own legs. “Aaron, you need to stick that thing somewhere and you can’t put it in there.” Sam said and pointed to Katie’s pussy. Aaron looked at her. “So, I was wondering if you might put it somewhere else.” Sam said and smiled. “No, baby, you are too small.” Aaron said and Sam laughed. “I think that is the same argument you gave a friend of mine before you stuck that thing into her.” Sam said and Aaron groaned. “Are you sure sweetie?” Katie said. Sam looked at her. “Yes, I am. If it hurts too much he will stop.” Sam said and looked back at Aaron. “Why am I so weak around you two?” Aaron said and Sam got off Katie and sat on his lap. She felt the huge cock under her butt. “Because you love us, and we are your kryptonite.” Sam said and wiggled her butt. “Damn all of you.” Aaron said and Sam giggled again. She stood up and held out her hand. Aaron took her hand and stood up. He pulled his shirt off and Sam gasped. “You are really beautiful.” Sam said as she looked at the huge black body next to her. Sam moved him onto the lounge and put him on his back. His cock bounced off his stomach. She touched it and rubbed it softly. Aaron groaned and put his hands over his head. She loved the feel of it, it was so hard and yet so soft. She climbed onto him and scooted up, so his cock was against her body. She put her hands on it and rubbed it as she held it against her belly. She looked down to see how far into her body he would go. He was only an inch under her belly button, she hoped she could take it all. Katie was amazed at this girl; she was so confident and strong. How was that possible? Her daddy had raped her repeatedly, sold her to his friends, and then smashed her head against a brick column. How did a young girl not only recover from that but still be whole and able to love so freely. She was an amazing little girl and looking at the huge black cock against her white belly was an incredible sight. Aaron saw her lift her hips and grab his cock. He looked at her face and she looked determined. He thought he would see fear or uncertainty. She moved over his cock, and he felt the warmth of her pussy. She moved his cock around her opening, and she was still wet. She took a breath and pushed down slightly. He felt his cock slide into more warmth and saw her pussy stretch. She gasped and stopped. “Sam, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” Aaron said and she looked at him. She smiled. “It does not hurt; it feels like my skin is stretching. I just need to go slow.” She said and two more inches of black cock sunk into her. Aaron groaned as his cock slid into her young body. She was so tight and hot. He felt like he was slicing into her. She took a breath and he watched more of his cock disappear. There were only four more inches, so he knew she had taken five inside. Her lips were stretched obscenely, and he wanted to stop but his cock screamed at him and that thought left his brain. “Oh Katie, it feels so weird. He is so big.” Sam said and Katie grabbed her hand. “Baby, does it hurt?” Katie said. She should stop this but the sight of that huge cock moving into that little body had her shaking with excitement. “No, it just feels like I am stuffed.” Sam said and pushed again. Aaron groaned as two more inches slid into the warm tight tunnel. This felt different than Madison, everything was so chaotic and wild that night he didn’t remember how he got inside her. He knew it was tight, but she was so emotional, and he was so caught up in everything it was like he was just inside before he knew it. This girl was different, he was watching every inch that went in. He was loving this, her cute white body sitting on his black cock, it was beautiful. He heard her gasp and then he felt her skin touch his as she sat on him. He put his hands on her thighs and she looked at him. “Wow, this is crazy. I feel like you are in my stomach.” Sam said and put her hands on his chest. “Are you ok?” Aaron said and she nodded. “Oh yes, I am really good. I may sit here for a while, this is nice.” She said. Katie saw the girl sit on Aaron and take all his cock. It was unbelievable, she had never seen anything like it. She had fucked Aaron many times but never thought about how it looked for his cock to go inside her. She saw it up close and personal and her pussy was on fire again. She reached down and ran her fingers through her lips and moaned. Sam touched her. “Katie, kiss me.” Sam said. Katie saw the girl was just sitting on Aaron. It was amazing. She kissed her and Sam put her arms around her neck and pulled her closer. Sam drove her tongue into Katie’s mouth, she had never felt anything like this before in her life. Her body felt like it was an open nerve, every touch was electric. Katie’s tongue touched hers and it felt like a surge ran through her body. “Oh Katie, this feels so good. I love you.” Sam said as she broke the kiss and hugged Katie. She heard Katie moan and Sam looked down to see Katie fingering herself. She pulled back and looked at Katie, her eyes were glassy, and she was breathing hard. She moved her mouth close to Katie’s ear and whispered. “Sit on him.” Sam whispered and Katie whimpered. Katie felt her pussy throb, she was so lost in the passion of the moment she could not think straight. She heard the instruction and just followed it. She straddled Aaron’s head and sat on his face. She heard Aaron moan under her, and she shivered. Aaron lifted her hips, and she felt his tongue touch her hot pussy as Sam pulled her into another kiss. Alex pulled up to the Thompson’s house and saw the black car. Aaron was still here, she only wondered how deeply he was entangled. Brad chuckled and she looked at him. “Sam is voracious, almost worse than Madison.” Brad said and Alex put her hand to her mouth. “Mr. Thompson, how are they like this? I was barely figuring out masturbation at 14.” Alex said. “I have no idea; I feel like we have awakened a couple of monsters. You ready to go see and what she has done to our people?” Brad said and Alex smiled. They got out of the car and walked to the house. Brad opened the door, and the house was silent. He was not surprised. They walked in and he put his briefcase down and looked at Alex. “I hope you didn’t have plans for tonight. I think they are at the pool.” Brad said and Alex felt her pussy shiver. “No, I was planning on having Aaron fuck me all night.” Alex said and Brad smiled. “That plan may still be possible.” Brad said and took off his coat. Brad opened the sliding glass door, and they walked out onto the deck. He did not hear anything; he took Alex’s hand and led her towards the pool.

Mailgirls On The Run by eltree Samantha Brooks was nearing the end of a normal working day, that is if she was working a normal job. Instead Mailgirl Twenty-two was kneeling on a yoga mat next to the Admin's desk in Property Management wondering when she would be sent to dinner. Mailgirls who worked through the dinner hour - and that was the norm Monday through Friday - ate dinner on their knees in either the Employees Dining Room or the Executive Dining Room. The presence of naked women eating out of metal bowls in the middle of the dining rooms ensured the profitability of Sloan Guarantee & Trust's in-house food service at their Washington headquarters. Her MMU chimed and she looked to see whether it was another delivery or the dinner bell. Her destination was Human Capital. She rose to her feet and exited into the corridor and up one flight of stairs arriving in front of Miss Bradley's desk with thirty seconds to spare. She took up position feet spread shoulder width, hands laced behind her head, eyes looking down past her fear-stiffened nipples to the immaculately clean desktop. Miss Bradley leaned forward and said into her intercom, "Mailgirl Twenty-two is here." Sam held position for several minutes before she heard "Send her in." Ms Barnes looked up, pointed to the left and said "Knees." Sam took a step to the side and dropped to her knees on the mat by the wall next to Mailgirl Twenty-three who looked a whole lot better than when she left her in Megan's office. "You have courtyard duty from 11-2 the rest of the week. Mailgirls do what they are told, they do not take initiative. IT will arrange for a live feed to be displayed on your sister's computer so that she can appreciate your misdeeds. "Take Twenty-three down to the dormitory and make sure that she eats. Do not stop in the locker room to clean up. You can bring her out to shower just before lights out. She stays out of sight until she looks like a mailgirl rather than a third world refugee. Nurse Allen will make daily visits until she's cleared for work. Fill her in on life as an SG&T mailgirl. Now, go." Sam heard her MMU chime with a new destination as she rose gracefully to her feet. Her companion wobbled as she stood and Sam put out her hand to balance the other woman. "Follow me." Sam led the way out of Human Capital and into the nearest stairwell. "Damn, she shorted me on the time, not to mention that you're not up to running down the stairs. That will cost me a couple of demerits for sure in addition to the courtyard." "What's courtyard duty?" "There is an array of bondage equipment in the courtyard next to the Employee Dining Room. I'm going to be hanging on a St Andrew's Cross or worse during lunch the next three days. And of course, once I get back up to twenty-five demerits Mistress V will have me stretched out across the horse for six or twelve strokes." "Who is Mistress V?" "You could call her our house mother. She's a former mailgirl they imported from Germany who keeps us in line and disciplines us. She holds inspection before we leave the locker room in the morning and officially she is the only one allowed to use the paddle, crop, cane, whatever. Actually there are occasional evening special events in the Executive Dining Room where senior executives or clients that they're wooing take a go at us with Mistress V to supervise. She steps in when one of the guest floggers gets over-enthused." Sam's MMU pinged to indicate a late delivery before they left the stairwell. "Yep, screwed by Human Capital yet again." They walked down the corridor to the Mailgirl Lounge where Twenty-two pressed her MMU against the touch-pad and the door swung open. "The door only opens to mailgirls, Security, Human Capital, and Med Center personnel. This is the locker room. No lockers, but this is where we shower, use the toilet and bidet, wash our faces, put on and take off make-up. The outside walls are mirrored from this side, but transparent from outside. The tables along the railing on the lobby above are crowded every morning with voyeurs watching us while they drink their morning coffee. "Employees are not allowed to physically touch us, nor we them. Mailgirls are not supposed to have physical contact with each other except we do wash each other in the shower. Quite a few mailgirls, including me, put on shows for the unseen spectators when showering in pairs. As long as what you do can be plausibly considered to help the other girl get clean, you can get away with it." Sam pressed her MMU against the touch-pad by the door in the back wall and said, "This is the dormitory" as they entered another chamber. "And in here anything goes. Very few of us claim to be lesbians, but there is a lot of girl-on-girl action in here. Running around naked all day is a major turn on for most of us and sometimes you need more than just your own fingers. Or sometimes you just need comfort after one of those days. We sleep in those niches in the back wall and the grilles slide to lock us in for the night so make sure you take care of your business before lights out. There are recharging points for your MMU in your niche; that's the only time you take it off. This is the only place where we can use our hands to eat; no knives or forks, but fingers are better than sticking your head into those stupid dog bowls. That door over there opens to a tunnel that goes out to the parking lot; it's our emergency exit and the local fire department mandates quarterly drills. There is always a circle of firefighters watching us climb out. "There are six computers on the floor over there with limited Internet access. On the weekends they turn on Skype and we can call home or whoever as long as you've cleared the phone number with Human Capital. We are not allowed on that bench there, it's reserved for Mistress V to put us on it and whip our asses. However, it is traditional for a new mailgirl to spend her first night strapped to that bench while the other twenty-three have their way with you - I expect Ten will have us hold off on you until you actually start working." "What do mailgirls do here?" "When not sleeping we mostly just hang out. There isn't a lot to do in the dormitory which explains a lot of the sex; it's better than staring at the ceiling." "No, what do you do while 'working'?" "We deliver the mail. Snail mail from the outside world, packages, office supplies, internal documents that are in hard copy for some reason, inter-office messaging - many of those could be sent electronically, but a lot of employees prefer to order up a naked woman to deliver their message. Why, what was it like where you worked." "Mohr Brothers is a small venture capital firm housed on a single floor in a skyscraper. There are a small number of employees and only five mailgirls. We were basically sex toys: kneeling under a desk sucking cock while one of the men - they were all men - talked with someone on the phone was business as usual. There is a back room with a king size bed where we were given to clients and investors. The only girl-on-girl action was when one of them wanted to watch." "Oh my god, that's awful. How did they get away with it?" "As I told your sister, they recorded hours of video of each of us begging for sex, to suck cock, to be beaten. They also let us know they were well connected and showed us a snuff film of a woman they said was a previous mailgirl who had tried to go to the police. I'm afraid if I reported them the four women I left behind would just disappear." "What about mailgirls that completed their contracts?" "The four women I worked with all started within weeks of me and none of us knew any other mailgirls. I don't know if there were any before us, I don't know why they let me go." "We'll talk to Ten tonight" "Ten?" "Mailgirl Ten. She used to be in HR and is our unofficial channel around Human Capital. She does her best to take care of us." * * * * Megan was ushered into Ms Barnes' office early the next morning. "Brooks, this whole fiasco with Twenty-three is your fault. We had a perfectly good mailgirl and now we have a skinny, wounded thing that I can't put out on the floor. And now I've got both HR and Peavy on my case." "Ms Barnes, I fail to see how any of this problem is either my fault or my concern." "You inspired this whole crazy race idea. HR is pressing me about Twenty-three's background and Peavy wants to see her panties." "She's a mailgirl, we/they don't wear panties." "We don't have panties for her plaque. Every mailgirl has a plaque up on the wall with the panties she was wearing when she signed her contract - yours is down in storage. Actually no, Ms Aldridge took yours back to Chicago with her last month." Megan flinched at that tidbit. "What happened to her personal effects; didn't her former employer send them along with her? "What we received was one skinny bitch in a crate and some shipping documents." "Well, Human Capital needs to do due diligence and go back to Mohr Brothers and/or DDE and arrange for her personal effects to be delivered. And what about her finances; shouldn't her records and funds have been transferred along with her? If nothing else, you've got the IRS to worry about in April. That's a lever you should be able to use to pry something out of the criminals she used to work for. They can play fast and loose with her lingerie, but taxes are serious. "From my personal experience the bank just took complete control of my finances and all I did was sign forms once a year. To SG&T's credit they were both honest and thorough and I got a complete accounting along with my clothes last year." "That's all handled by another department." "Well, it needs to be handled for Twenty-three now. And then you can worry about the plaque for Peavy. * * * * Megan was at her desk working on actual banking business when a window popped up on her computer screen precisely at 11 a.m. Mistress V was kneeling down in front of the St Andrew's Cross in the courtyard drawing tight the final strap holding Mailgirl Twenty-two spread-eagled against the timbers. She watched Mistress V then stand and coax the mailgirl's right nipple into an aching spear - Megan put her hand to her breast in remembrance -before screwing on a clamp. Mistress V followed up with Twenty-two's left nipple and Megan winced in sympathy. Unable to help her sister, she called the IT help desk to complain. "Sorry, Ms Brooks. That pop-up window was ordered by Human Capital - it's just for your computer. The work order calls for it to stay up on your screen until 2 and then again from 11-2 for the rest of the week. You can shrink it down some, but it will remain visible for the whole three hours. It's also your screen saver." Megan shrunk the image down to about 3"x2" and pushed it to the lower left hand corner of her screen, then got back to work. Her eyes kept wandering back down to that image. Samantha was strung up so that she couldn't stand flat-footed, but at least she wasn't hanging from the straps. No one else was visible in the tight close-up of the suffering mailgirl and for the most part the only motion on screen evidenced her shallow breaths. Megan well remembered the dull ache of straining muscles and throbbing nipples from her experience on that particular device. Atypically Megan ate lunch in the employee dining room - if she was going to be forced to watch her sister's pain she might as well do it in person. Upon returning to her desk Twenty-two's image filled the screen until she logged back in. A meeting request from Mr Fforde popped up. "Oh great, now I've got Fforde badgering me about Fourteen while Ms Barnes blames me for Twenty-three. I might as well find out what he wants." Twenty-two's torment still had a half-hour to go when Megan was ushered into Mr Fforde's fifth floor office. "Thank you Ms Brooks, please take a seat." Megan sat in the comfortable arm chair he indicated. "Ms Cooper's issues have landed on my desk." "I thought Mr Smythe was the lawyer that handled mailgirls." "He would certainly like to be, but he's too junior to get away with touching." Megan glared at him. "That was a joke, Ms Brooks. His responsibility is limited to contracts which is why he was present for both ends of your mailgirl sojourn. Problems get kicked up to me. Mr Holt figures if I was interested enough in mailgirls to personally recruit one, he could dump all twenty-four into my lap. "It's still early on the West Coast, but I've sent a request to Mohr Brothers for information about Ms Cooper's personal belongings and financial information. I cc'd both DDE and a colleague in our legal department in the San Francisco office. I believe we should straighten out her property and financial concerns before we bring in the Sacramento County Sheriff's Department. Nurse Allen was very thorough in documenting Ms Cooper's physical condition when she arrived. The Med Center has rape kits, previously they've only been used to investigate inappropriate activity in-house. "If she has items in storage, we'll get them packed up and delivered here. We'll also take control of her financial assets using our power of attorney, just as we did with you. And as you pointed out to Ms Barnes we need to be able to file her tax returns in April. We take that responsibility seriously; this is a bank after all." "Mr Fforde, why did you turn Fourteen, Maria, into a mailgirl? Did this allow her ex-husband to avoid paying alimony?" "Ms Brooks, I first met Maria Hyland as a college sophomore dating my law school roommate. She was a bubbly, ever enthusiastic young woman and so in love with Frank that it was painful to watch. She dropped out of college to marry him and move halfway across the country. When Frank was a newly hired associate working typically insane hours, she worked a series of secretarial jobs, more to get herself out of an empty apartment than any great need for money. As Frank grew more successful they bought a house and eventually a veritable mansion Maria stopped working outside of the home and played the role of corporate spouse. What she really wanted to be was wife and mother, but not as bad as Frank wanted a son. After multiple failed pregnancies she spiraled into depression. Towards the end of her marriage she was a black hole of self-loathing. When Frank sought consolation elsewhere and his girlfriend got pregnant he filed for divorce which Maria didn't contest. Just as an aside, the new Mrs Briggs is an intelligent, charming woman and just a few years younger than Maria. Maria was lost after the split which is when I suggested to Frank that she would do well as a mailgirl." "So you pushed her into a program that would systemically debase and dehumanize her?" "Being a mailgirl gave her a focus and a new meaning for life. You call it a debased, dehumanizing experience, but it moved her out of wallowing in what she saw as her failure back to being a functioning human being who was appreciated for what she was and did. Mailgirls are treated as sub-human, but it was an ego boost that she could compete with women more than a decade younger and placed her among a group of supportive women that she could relate to rather than compete with. I bullied her into taking the college courses which showed her than she can succeed and this running gig has just reinforced that. Spending the next semester as a part -time mailgirl, part-time student will help her ease back into the world." "So after ten, fifteen years of marriage she's moved on to working a minimum wage job and life as a poor student?" "Frank made partner young and then invested his money wisely. Maria got a generous settlement and half of their investment in a real estate trust. One reason we hid her away as a mailgirl was to protect her from vultures preying on rich women. There is a trust to manage Maria's assets. She's got three trustees, one of which is her mom, and her trust is audited by the largest accounting firm in Texas. I haven't been tracking Texas real estate values lately, but I'd estimate she's worth three to five million, plus her wages at SG&T." "So why am I having her bunk with Lin Chang?" "Professor Chang will be good for her and will get Maria help that she'll accept. "I'll let you know what I hear back from the West Coast concerning Ms Cooper's assets. It's good that she has someone fighting for her - that's not Ms Barnes' forte." Megan knew that Sarah really didn't want to be immersed the the world of mailgirls, but she was a good friend and Megan needed someone that she could talk to. Sarah not only listened, but she understood. Like Megan she could feel the pain when Megan vented about Sam, Megan's Sam, on the cross and the agony of Sam's clamped nipples. "And Fforde claimed with a straight face that he saw his friend's ex-wife's transformation into Mailgirl Fourteen as therapy." "Well, she was virtually catatonic when she arrived in the locker room. I know we all were completely freaked out when the grim reality of life as a naked mailgirl broke upon us, but I remember her as the most withdrawn. I always ascribed it as the shock of her greater fall from society wife to mailgirl as opposed to we who had just gotten our feet on the ladder before it was pulled out from under us, but I could believe that it was more than that.. She became a lot more alive in the year that I knew her." "Oh, and Fforde says that she got a generous settlement in the divorce and she's worth millions." "Do you think she would adopt me?" "He said that as a mailgirl she would be safe 'from vultures preying on rich women.'" "A bit drastic, but better than having her declared mentally incompetent. I wonder when Fforde will make his move." "Also, I checked on Felicia, the new Mailgirl Twenty-three, before I left work today. Ms Barnes is keeping her sequestered out of sight in the dormitory while she recovers. Ms Barnes did have Mistress V schedule rotating shifts of mailgirls to stay with her during the day and while I was there the B&G folks were installing a treadmill in the dormitory for her to get some exercise. "Oh, and I have an appointment Friday to escort a rep from Marathon Sports into the Mailgirls' Lounge to have the team members fitted for running shoes." "Can you get the video of that for me? It should be a lot more fun viewing than you getting caned." Thursday, Mailgirl Twenty-three spent the hours from 11-2 with her arms being pulled up behind her in a leather sheath. This forced her to bend forward to take some of the pressure off her shoulders and of course she was standing on a freshly raked bed of gravel. Megan talked to Brendan that evening and agreed to meet him at a cross country race that the Striders were holding in a local park Saturday morning. She avoided any mention of mailgirls while talking to him - a normal conversation between two slightly nerdy runners of the opposite sex. Friday, Twenty-three was astride the horse, a thin rail between two supports. The board was rounded off rather than the more sadistic version with a sharp edge pressing into the sufferer's crotch; still, it hurt a lot and just got progressively worse over a long three hours. Megan expected that Samantha wasn't going to be engaging in any girl-on-girl action this weekend. Megan finished up her current project about an hour after her sister had been helped off the horse and had then of course immediately been pinged to make a delivery which she was sure to be late for and likely be assessed enough demerits to put her over twenty-five which would put her over the bar to be paddled. Mailgirls were always screwed, though at SG&T not literally. That gave her time to ponder on what do do about Fourteen and Twenty-Three and Ms Aldridge. She saw that she was going to be seeing a lot of Mr Fforde in her near future. Kylie Brenner pulled into a Visitor Parking Space outside the SG&T building and wondered again why she was delivering a load of running shoes to a bank. Her manager at Marathon Sports had positively smirked at her when he gave her the assignment and the boys out on the floor had been grinning foolishly as she loaded up two large boxes of shoe boxes onto a hand truck and wheeled them out to her car. Her instructions were to meet Ms Brooks at the security desk at the front entrance and she would explain. As she approached the entrance a door to the side was pushed open by an attractive blonde wearing a dark blue pencil skirt topped with a crisp white blouse. "You can wheel it through here unless you prefer navigating the revolving door." Kylie pushed her hand truck into the building as the woman said "I'm Megan Brooks. You're bringing us shoes to try on?" "Yes, I'm Kylie from Marathon Sports. Where do you want these?" "We'll take them down to the locker room so that you can fit the ladies. If you let Mailgirls Four and Twelve take the boxes, we can leave your hand truck with the Security Desk and then walk downstairs to meet the rest of the team." Kylie's mouth dropped open as two naked woman stepped forward to pick up the boxes and start across the lobby. "I take it no one told you that you'd be working with mailgirls." "Those women are naked." "Yes, mailgirls work in the nude. We had to get special dispensation from the Board to allow them to wear shoes for training." Megan thanked Harry at the desk and turned to lead Kylie to the locker room. As they started down the stairs Kylie burst out, "You can see right into that locker room and there are more naked women standing there and another one taking a shower." "Welcome to the world of mailgirls. How is it that you didn't know that SG&T employs mailgirls?" "Oh, I remember reading about that, but I just didn't relate ancient news with I'm taking a load of running shoes to a bank. I've been away at college the last three years and not paying much attention to what's been going on at home." "SG&T opened at this location just three years ago and we are still the only in business in Maryland employing mailgirls. The next closest is in northern New Jersey. Unlike some businesses with mailgirls ours live on site and are unclothed 24/7 for the length of their two year contracts." "Oh my God, that's crazy." "I won't disagree." Megan swiped her ID badge at the entrance to the locker room and ushered Kylie in. Four and Twelve had placed the boxes next to a bench where mailgirls normally sat to do personal grooming tasks that were awkward or difficult to accomplish while standing or kneeling. Two other naked women were standing by them. "Where's Twenty-two? And we'll have to bring Twenty-three out here to try on shoes." "Twenty-two's in the dorm lying down trying not to move. When is Human Capital going to install a hot tub for post-discipline therapy. This place is only getting one star from me." Kylie heard the door open behind her and suddenly the mailgirls all stood up straight with their hands locked behind their heads and their eyes to the ground. She looked around and saw a black-haired woman wearing a leather skirt and a brocade bustier strutting forward in serious black heels with what looked like a riding crop hanging from her hip. "Ms Brooks, I have a meeting with Ms Barnes. You are responsible for seeing that these mailgirls behave correctly. Improper behavior will be dealt with." The woman in fetish garb then spun on her vertiginous heel and exited through the door she had just entered. Megan spoke up, "Okay, let's move this into the dorm. Four and Twelve, bring the boxes." Megan then led the way through a door in the back wall, Kylie following behind the four mailgirls. Kylie entered into a large room with solid walls, well except for the niches in the back wall, with more naked women lounging about on the floor. Besides the wall niches the room contained a bench, a treadmill, and at one end a line of computers some of which had more naked women sitting in front of them. "What is this place?" "This is the Mailgirls' Dormitory, where they sleep and spend their time when off duty. The advantage of this room is that it is not visible outside. Security cameras monitor the room, but the video is only accessible in the Security Office and they won't hassle us about behavior - they're mostly men and happy to have naked women on view. "Now as to why you're here. SG&T is hosting the Corporate Challenge 10k in October and Management has said that we will do well. Last year our women's team was at the back of the pack and some bright soul suggested that we have a pool of very fit women that didn't run last year and those women would do better." A slim brunette interjected "and our fastest runner was a former mailgirl, the person now standing in front of you." Kylie gasped, "You're a mailgirl?" "I was. It's a two year contract and I had been back at my desk in the Investment Group for about six weeks at the time of last year's Corporate Challenge. Let's get on with trying on shoes." "I just brought Vibram toe shoes. That's what I was told to bring. These type of shoes don't work for everyone." "Kylie, these women haven't worn shoes since they became mailgirls. They walk/run between offices delivering messages and packages. For three consecutive weekends they ran time trials so that we could select a team from the twenty-four mailgirls at SG&T; again, barefoot. Bob Starnes and I thought this was the best way to provide some protection for their feet without changing the way they run. They all ran 10k in just over forty minutes without any training in the Maryland summer heat, barefoot. And before you ask, we managed to get permission for them to wear bras while running, though they won't be like any sports bra you've ever imagined." Kylie said, "Oh, okay, who's first?" The woman who spoke up earlier suggested, "Numerical order, of course. I'm Mailgirl Three, what's your name?" "I'm Kylie. Just Mailgirl Three, don't you have a real name?" A stocky blonde chimed in, "Per Human Capital Directive Mailgirls can only respond when addressed by our mailgirl designator. We get disciplined for using or answering to any name except Mailgirl Three or Fifteen or whatever your number is. You can ask Ms Brooks how many paddlings she received for calling her sister by name." "You were a mailgirl? Your sister is a mailgirl?" "Yes, Mailgirl Twenty-two over there" gesturing to a tall blonde standing with her legs apart. "How did you become a mailgirl?" "I was a junior analyst working for SG&T and was coerced into signing a contract; my sister applied for the job." Kylie's eyes opened wide at the thought. Fifteen added, "You might meet the criteria, the money's probably better than selling running shoes. What are your prospects?" "I'm a college senior, I go back to school in a few weeks." "You and Fourteen," she gestured to an older brunette. "You start back to school, what in two weeks?" The older woman responded, "Orientation begins two weeks from yesterday." Fifteen continued, "What's your major?" "Art History." "Yes, a career as a mailgirl could be in your future. We'd have to see you with your clothes off to see if you make the grade." Megan broke in, "Fifteen, stop teasing her. IT upgraded my permissions in the Mailgirls App when I was handed this job and set my privileges to that of a senior executive; I could hand out a whole lot of demerits right now." "Uh, Mailgirl Three, could you sit down on this bench so that I can put this shoe on your foot?" "Mailgirls are not allowed on the furniture." "Three, Fifteen; that's one of the reasons I moved this operation into the dorm. Sit down and stick your foot out. I briefed Security, they won't rat you out to Ms Bratz." By concentrating on their feet Kylie managed to fit the first five mailgirls, Megan telling them to go out of the dorm and run down the hall to see how the shoes felt. They all returned reporting no problems - Kylie knew her job. She looked up at Mailgirl Twenty-two, Ms Brooks' sister. "Are you okay, you're moving very stiffly." "I just spent three hours straddling a rail. My cunt hurts, my reward for taking initiative." Fifteen was out of the dorm trying out her shoes so Four put in, "Mailgirls do what they are told. Mailgirls do not question orders and Mailgirls do not make suggestions." Twenty-two grimaced, "Ms Barnes was very upset with me. Usually she just hands out some number of demerits. This time three days strung up in the courtyard." Kylie gasped and went back to concentrating on feet. The first six women that she had dealt with were all beautiful, well-endowed women who looked to be in perfect health apart from Twenty-two's stiffness. Mailgirl Twenty-three was noticeably thinner and lacked the vibrancy the other women exuded. Twenty-three looked up, "When I was delivered Mailgirl Twenty-two decided that I was ... unwell ... and took me to Ms Brooks instead of escorting me here. Ms Brooks called the Med Center to take care of me and then she and Nurse Allen told Ms Barnes I was not leaving the Med Center until Nurse Allen cleared me medically." "How long ago was that?" "I was delivered Monday morning. Nurse Allen released me from the Med Center Tuesday afternoon and I've been here since. The treadmill arrived this morning." "How long have you been a Mailgirl?" "I spent six weeks training, then sixteen months at Mohr Brothers. My new two year contract began on Monday. Two years here looks to be a good trade for eight more months in that hellhole." Twenty-three stood and Megan said, "Three, take her down the hall and back. Felicity, you know the drill with new shoes; come back and let Kylie know yea or nay. "Okay, Kylie, assuming that Felicity is happy with her shoes we'll take those six pair and another pair for each." "Just initial here. We'll have to send you two more pairs of size Sevens. My boss said that he was told to bill the bank. Why do you call her Felicity and not Mailgirl Twenty-three?" "Because I'm not a mailgirl anymore. Out there she will be trained to respond only to Mailgirl Twenty-three and mostly that's how she'll be addressed here, but I don't have to, and won't, play by those rules away from the office. The women I met as mailgirls I tend to call by their number since that's the only way I knew them. "Now do you want me to have a mailgirl carry the extra shoes back up to the lobby?" "No, I'm okay. We were supplied with a list of sizes and they ran pretty true so I don't have a lot of extras. I would like to ask you some more questions if I could." "We can talk on the way out." Megan's cell rang as she was turning the key to get into her condo. Just a number, so not anyone on her contact list, but a 410 area code, so Baltimore, and decided to answer. "Hello, what can I do for you?" "Are you Ms Brooks?" "Yes, I am. And you are?" "I'm Mrs Flowers." "I don't believe we've met." "I'm Heather's mom. Heather, who you talked into taking her clothes off." "I beg your pardon, I don't know what you're talking about." "Heather's friend Bonnie is a naked mailgirl at your bank and you talked her into signing up to join Bonnie." "Mrs, Flower, Heather talked to me briefly about becoming a mailgirl and I discouraged her. She then talked to Professor Chang about being a mailgirl and Professor Chang advised against it. We've both seen that life and do not recommend it for anyone. I gave Heather my number and told her she could call me if she wanted to discuss it further, but I heard nothing from her, so my only contact with her was that one brief conversation after the race." "Well, Heather signed a contract with your bank and she's flying to San Francisco tonight to start training. I called the police, but they said that since she's 18 she is free to make her own decisions." "I'm sorry Mrs Flowers, but she is old enough to make her own decisions, even ones that you and I disapprove of." "You have to send her back home." "Mrs Flower, I'm a financial analyst, I have nothing to do with mailgirls. You need to talk to Human Capital, they manage the Mailgirl Program. You can look up their number or I can look it up for you." "Heather is so excited. Your bank is flying her first class to San Francisco - she tells me that's how much they want her." "Mrs Flower, as I said before I have nothing to do with mailgirls, but I can tell you what's going on now. Heather is flying to San Francisco for a four week training program. At the end of that program she can decide that being a mailgirl is not for her, or the bank can decide that they don't want to sign her to a contract. She is being paid minimum wage for the training period. If she doesn't become a mailgirl then she owes the bank for the cost of the flights which were paid for with a personal loan from the bank. I don't know what the cost of a business class fare to San Francisco is, but I'm sure that it's more than her four weeks' wages. If she signs a mailgirl contract with SG&T or some other firm, that loan will be paid off by her signing bonus. If she breaks her two year contract sometime in the future, then she forfeits her signing bonus and she's back to owing the money for the loan plus accrued interest, plus food and housing costs for however long she's been a mailgirl, less her wages as a mailgirl. It's very expensive to quit being a mailgirl." "But, she'll be naked." "Not to mention the beatings, the cold showers, and eating mailgirl chow from a dog dish." Megan murmured. Mrs Flowers continued her tirade, "She's supposed to be going to college." "Think of it as a gap year. Yes, she'll be a naked mailgirl, but after two years she'll have earned enough to give her a good start on college expenses. It's not a decision that I would make, but we have to respect her right to make that decision. Hopefully, if she decides to become a mailgirl after the training, SG&T will pick her up because this a a better place to be a mailgirl than some other firms and you'd be able to visit on family weekends." "I'm going to write my Congressman and the Governor." "That is your privilege, but I can tell you it won't do any good." "You will all burn in hell!" * * * * Megan found the park that the race was being held in and saw Brendan at the end of the parking lot waiting for her. "Hey, you found it." "Well, navigation is simpler outside of Columbia: fewer cul-de-sacs and route numbers instead of cutesie street names. Do we have time to look at the course?" "It's only a 5k race and it's two laps so we can just do an easy jog around the loop. Don't be afraid to tell me to slow down; I have a habit of unconsciously picking it up until I'm nearly at race pace. "Okay, we start here and head for that end of the field, then we'll hang a left and follow along the edge of the road down to the bottom of the hill and then left again." After about a quarter mile of easy striding Brendan asked, "How is your coaching going?" "We're holding off on starting training until the bras arrive. Mailgirls tend to be on the more well endowed side so support is important. But we had a classic encounter yesterday. Marathon Sports sent over a young woman with two boxes of shoes to fit the team members and no one had warned her about what to expect. She handled it pretty well, but then some of the women started in on teasing her about becoming a mailgirl - she's an Art History major. I shut them down, but then had to explain the whole mailgirl setup to her on the walk out and gave her my number if she had any more questions." "Did you encourage her?" "No, definitely not. But I did admit to the financial benefits. Then again, she's on the slim side so she may not meet SG&T's criteria. Ms Barnes told me that she got grief from some of the executives about the size of my breasts during my time as a mailgirl." Brendan gallantly responded, "You don't have anything to apologize for." "I'm comfortable with my body now. My ticket into being a mailgirl was a vengeful boss, not my curvaceous figure." "Now we shoot for that path through the trees." and they continued around the loop. "Well, I should be able to remember that and it's not like I'll be leading anyway." As they were jogging companionably towards the finish Brendan asked, "Are you okay if I just run with you in the race? It's well under my best distance and I was always surprisingly bad at cross country." Megan looked at him and said, "I'd like that. But don't try to pull me out too fast; I don't do well with a quick early pace." "I'll just run alongside and enjoy the view." Megan and Brendan were standing towards the back of a mixed group ranging in age from pre-teens to a number of gray-haired and very fit looking runners in mis-matched shorts and shirts. She didn't see anyone wearing minimalist shoes. Brendan gestured towards the front, "The high schoolers will take this seriously and the college kids won't want to lose to them. Any other serious runners are pointing towards longer fall races and just run these to mix up their training. I expect your mailgirls will be racing only at the Corporate Challenge." "Could you imagine the reaction if I showed up at a Montgomery Striders race with a dozen naked women?" "You'd have to pick a race where they use chip timing, no place to pin a number." Brendan noted. The race started and the crowd surged forward. Megan ran easily through the first lap, Brendan a half step behind. After passing through the start line to begin the second lap she opened up her stride and the two of them steadily worked their way through the field. She could see runners stretched out before her the entire length of the straight along the road. Rounding the final bend towards the finish Megan could see a younger woman - high school, maybe college - just plodding in, obviously having started too quickly. Megan flashed by her and ran through the finish line, Brendan a half step to the rear. He reached over and drew her in for a brief hug. "Great race, let's get some water." They were companionably re-hydrating when Megan noticed an older woman standing by the girl she had passed on the run-in. She looked familiar, but Megan couldn't place her; then she looked up and saw Megan and approached. "I believe we've met before when you weren't so formally attired. At the Juniper Resort, one, no two, years ago. We had dinner together on your last night there. And how is your friend doing?" Megan's pulse shot back up higher than it had been during the race. "Sarah left the bank, she's starting a new job as a government lawyer and she's engaged to Sam, the man she met at the resort. Is this your daughter?" "Why yes, she'll be a senior this year and has decided to switch from field hockey to cross country. Cynthia, this is ... what is your name, dear?" "Megan, Megan Brooks. And this is Brendan, he works with Sarah's fiance." "Cynthia, Ms Brooks and I met when your father took me along on that business trip the year before last." "Was that the trip with the naked women?" "Yes dear, and a lovely pool and spa as well." "I know where Daddy keeps the posters he brought back from that trip. I think that's disgusting - what did you think about them Ms Brooks?" "It's not a position I would apply for I was part of the team that evaluated the proposal to build that resort and we recommended that the bank invest in the project. Their prospectus did not mention naked women. "It was lovely to see you again Mrs ...?" "Mrs Rivers, dear." "Good to meet you Cynthia. Now Brendan and I are off to jog a cool-down and then on to brunch I was very happy with the brunch at the resort - it started that week off so well. "Brendan, let's go..." and they started an easy jog backwards on the course. A quarter mile later Megan exclaimed, "Why can't I escape mailgirls?" Later that afternoon Megan was in her condo, behind a triply locked door with the shades drawn when her cell phone rang. She answered assuming that it was Sarah returning her call when she heard, "Ms Brooks, this is Colin Fforde." "Oh, Mr Fforde, did you hear back about Felicia's money?" "No, I'm giving them a week, then, I'm sicking Rhimes in the San Francisco office on them. Unlike me , he doesn't play nice. If they try to stonewall him Ms Cooper will wind up owning Mohr Brothers. I'd like to know if you have any plans for tomorrow." Megan stammered, "No." "Well could you help me with these boxes that Fed Ex just dropped off on my doorstep?" "Boxes?" "Ms Hyland's mother send three large boxes of Maria's belongings. SG&T provides storage for most mailgirls' personal possessions as I'm sure you remember. Ms Hyland however, just came to us with the clothes she was wearing and she'll need more than that when she starts college on Thursday. I called Professor Chang and she suggested that you help me sort through what I have here and accompany me when I deliver these things to her apartment tomorrow." "Yes, I can do that. I was planning on getting in a run tomorrow morning, but..." "Great, then I'll expect you about ten, say, after your run?" Megan looked at her phone the next time that it rang and this time it was Sarah. "Do I have to talk you down off the bridge again? What's up with "The Days of our Mailgirls?" "It would have been less stressful to sign another two year contract like Three and Ten or return home like Eleven. Well, to lead with the good news I had a good run this morning and then a lovely brunch with Brendan. But then I couldn't hold it together any longer and just headed home and locked the door." "What was the tipping point?" "Brendan and I were standing near the finish line after the race when I saw a woman who looked vaguely familiar. She did recognize me - it was Mrs Rivers from the Juniper Resort. She was a guest there, no on staff; she's the one who fed me dinner that last night when Sam was feeding you in the dining room. She was at the race to cheer on her daughter who I passed in the last hundred yards. And no, she did not out me as a mailgirl." "That doesn't sound awful, actually." "It wasn't; it's just the growing certainty that I'll never to be able to escape being a mailgirl." "So, how did the shoe fitting go?" "The person from Marathon Sports was a female college student that had not been warned about mailgirls. Kylie's jaw dropped when Four and Twelve showed up to carry the boxes down to the locker room. She very carefully looked at feet while fitting shoes. Someone asked her what her major was and when she responded Art History, Fifteen suggested that she could apply as a mailgirl when that didn't pan out. I had to answer a million questions when I walked her back out to her car. "And I don't remember if I told you about the old Twenty-three's friend Heather who came to watch one of the races. I got a call from her mother telling me that Heather was on a plane to the West Coast to begin mailgirl training and we would all burn in hell." "I think I like the Kylie story better." "And Fforde just called and talked me into helping him sort through the boxes of Fourteen's stuff that her mother just sent and deliver most of it to Lin in Frederick since that's where Fourteen will be wearing clothing." "You should stick to Brendan and brunch. You know, I should be working by the time of the Corporate Challenge and Sam says I could run on the Agency team. Whatever, it's definitely on my calendar."

My Flashing Adventures By 'Valerie' byapplevalyan© Hi! My name is Valerie and I wanted to write my version of "Valerie's Adventures in Flashing" which my husband wrote last year. I thought that maybe the readers might want to read my thoughts and feelings of some of my flashings. So please bear with me. This is my first attempt at writing. It all started in 1972, I was 18 and in my last month of my senior year of high school. One Saturday morning three of my girlfriends and I were bored so we decided to put on our swimsuits and go walk along the lake shore and check out the guys. I decided the very last minute to put on my smallest bikini. The sides were about three inches wide but I had cut off about six inches of the extra long strings that tied behind my neck and put then on the sides of my bottom and bunched the side down to about an inch. All the girls wore bikinis but mine was the smallest. We had been there about an hour walking along the shore getting looks and whistles, when I seen this cute guy by himself lying on a towel getting some sun. He was nicely tanned compared to all the pale white skin people on the beach. He was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jeans. The girls dared me to walk over and flirt with him, well I did. He had beautiful blue eyes and sun-bleached blond hair. He saw me walking towards him and began to smile. I fell in love with him right there and I hadn't even said the first word to him. He said "Hi" to me and that his name was Darrin and asked if I was from around here. I told him that I was and I could tell from his tan that he wasn't. He said that he was from Florida and had only been on the Air Force base near by only a few weeks, and didn't know his way around the area yet. I quickly volunteered to show him around if he wanted. He said he did but he said that he had to be at work in an hour if I could meet him somewhere later. I told him I could meet him at the "Pizza Hut" outside the main gate if he wanted. He asked if I could meet him at 8 that night and I said OK. Then as he left, he said, "By the way, I like your bikini." I couldn't get him out of my mind all afternoon. I keep changing my mind on what to wear. I usually am a bit conservative on a first date, but for some reason I wanted to wear something a little wilder. I finally decided to wear something I normally wore around the house or down to the corner store and back. It was a pair of jean short-shorts and a tight light blue t-shirt. I normally didn't wear a bra back then so I did not to wear one that night. Ever since I started noticing guys noticing my tits, I've enjoyed going braless and letting them see my pointed nipples pushing out of my t-shirts. When I got to "Pizza Hut", Darrin was already there. As I walked across the crowed, air-conditioned restaurant, the cool air caused my nipples to harden. As I said, I like it when guys stare at my tits and there were a lot of stares in there that night. After we had ordered and gotten our pizza, Darrin asked if I was aware of all the guys looking at me. I told him I was and that it didn't bother me and I don't know why, but I also told him that I kind of enjoyed the looks. We talked about many things that night and as he walked me to my car, we stopped and looked at each other and gave each other a small kiss, then a longer kiss, looked at each other then kissed for about two minutes; deep, wet kisses. Then we held each other for a minute before we talked. All I could say was, "WOW". He asked for my phone number, I gave it to him and he said he would call me about 9 am. He did and we talked about an hour. We made plans for him to pick me up about noon, go buy some chicken and go have a picnic. I asked what would he like for me to wear. He said to surprise him. I decided to really surprise him; I surprised myself too, because I had never worn this outfit out in public. Around the house and yard, yes, but never in public. I wore and old, thin, very worn white t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I could see my areolas through the shirt. Should I, could I, I decided to give it a go. I also put on a very old pair of cut-off jeans. They were frayed and well worn. A couple of holes had begun to wear through the ass and you could barely see my panties through them. They were also very, very short in back. I had to change into very brief bikini underwear because the pair that I had on could be seen hanging out the bottom. Now all a person could see was the bottom of my bare ass cheeks. Which was to be a first for me, but I was strangely looking forward to showing off my ass. When Darrin pulled in my driveway, I was a little nervous that he might not like what I had chosen to wear. As I approached the car, I noticed a big grin on his face. "Well" I said, "You told me to surprise you. Will this be OK?" He said, "I like, I like, and if you've got enough guts to wear it in public, I'd be nuts not to like it." At the park, I was very aware of the stares I was getting and for the first time I was beginning to feel a telling wetness between my legs. This shocked me. I've never gotten excited from showing off before but I have also never shown off this much in public in my life. Darrin had commented on how he liked my shorts and t-shirt when I first got in his car but he also made mention later in the afternoon about how hard my nipples seemed to be. I hoped he didn't notice the wet spot in my shorts. When we packed up to leave Darrin kissed me and told me that he could feel my nipples against his chest. I could also fill his hardness too and it felt good knowing I caused it. Darrin was such a gentleman, because he never made an attempt to touch my tits that day, but if he had wanted to I would had let him fondle them right in front of everybody. I told him that a couple weeks later, he said he wanted to but didn't want to scarce me away by coming on too strong. After Darrin dropped me off, I rushed to my bedroom and masturbated for only the third time in my life. I decided that evening, that my showing off could be fun! We couldn't get together that week because he pulled a 5 day, 24 hr. standby and couldn't leave the base, but we talked everyday. We finally got together Saturday at my house, I wanted him to meet my mom and have lunch with us. After lunch we were sitting around the table talking and I got up to get us some Pepsi. When I stood up I got a wild idea, I was wearing a blue button down work shirt and shorts, as I walked around the table I started to unbutton the shirt. As I got behind my mother I faced Darrin and flashed him my tits. Believe it or not, Darrin was the first man to see my bare tits. I stood there about five seconds with my blouse wide open and a big grin on my face. I turned buttoned up and got the drinks. That night I wanted to be totally naked with a man for the first time. So after my mom when to work, I stood in front of him, I gave him a kiss and asked him to unbutton and remove my blouse, and to touch and kiss my tits. It felt so good I told him to go ahead and remove my shorts and panties. It felt very strange to be completely naked in front of him, but it was also very exciting. After running his hands all over my body, he kissed me and asked me if I wanted to remove his clothes, I didn't give it a second thought. I quickly removed his t-shirt and got on my knees as I unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts. When his shorts dropped I was surprised to see no underwear, but there was his beautiful cock. I nervously took it into my hands. It felt so warm and firm in my hands, I kept at least one hand on it for at least the next 15 minutes as we hugged and kissed. I loved the fill of his hands on my ass as he pulled me tight to him. Darrin eventually started to rub my pussy. OH! What a filling! I actually came on about the fifth stroke. I couldn't believe I came so fast. He showed me how to jerk him off and when he came all over my hand, I almost bent over to lick it off but he quickly put his handkerchief over my hand and cleaned it off. We kissed a few more times, got dressed and he when back to him barracks. Darrin's birthday was in a couple of weeks, so I decided to give him my cherry for his present. (Yes, we were still both virgins.) It was going to be hard to wait two weeks but I had made up my mind and now I had to come up with a plan. When Darrin called the next day, I asked him why he didn't try to have sex with me. He said that he hadn't ever had sex before and was a bit unprepared. He said he didn't have any condoms with him, and then he asked if I was on the pill. I told him no, because I was still a virgin too, but I had given it a lot of thought last night and that I was going to make a doctors appointment today to get a prescription for some. I told him that I really wasn't ready for sex yet, but that he would be the first to know when I was. I thought to myself, (Yea, I'll be ready in two weeks and I hope you will be ready for me.) For the next two weeks we got together about a half dozen times. We always ended up doing some heavy petting he even started feeling up my tits in public. I never stopped him, I was always hoping for someone to catch him feeling me up. I liked teasing him and getting him hard. Well the night of his birthday arrived; I definitely worked hard at getting this night just right. I told him that I was treating him to a dinner and a movie. I didn't tell him that I had also rented a motel room, bought some condoms, and told my mother that I could possibly be late coming in because Darrin, me, my girlfriend Flo, her boyfriend were going to party and I didn't know when it would end. I took Darrin to "Red Lobster" for dinner and to an "R" rated movie called the cheerleaders. I dressed up like a cheerleader too, a tight white sweater (braless), a short green flare skirt and a pair of white bikini panties. During the movie, Darrin had his hand under my skirt and in my panties, playing with my pussy. I tried not to moan, but towards the end of the movie I couldn't hold back any longer. This older couple looked over at me moaning as I came, but I just didn't care right then. After the movie I was a little frisky so I started doing cartwheels and jumping up and down in my little short skirt. I know at least a dozen guys seen my panties. I told Darrin to get in the car that I had one more surprise for him. Just before we got there I told him to shut his eyes. You should have seen his face when I shut off the engine and he opened his eyes. When I opened the door to the room and turned around he was still leaning against the car. I lifted my skirt and told him that his big present was between my legs and was hot and ready for him. I got home about 4am and slept till noon and I remember having the sweetest dreams. We started having sex frequently after that night, many times two or even three times a day. This may sound like a lie but this is TRUE. One afternoon while my mother was watching her soaps, Darrin came over so I took him to my bedroom, I had planned on just teasing him a little before we went out, I was wearing just a big loose shirt. I put him on his back and straddled him. I lifted my shirt and showed him I was naked underneath, he reached down took out his hard dick and told me to get on. Darrin put his hand behind his head and told me to do all the work. I started move up and down his 7in cock. He lasted almost AN HOUR! I ended up having 7 orgasms before I rolled off him. He then put me on my belly before he shoved it in my pussy from behind. After he came, we cleaned up and lay down in my bed. My mother came in later and said she saw us asleep, my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest with a grin on my face. If she only knew how satisfied I was. In those days I use to sew a lot of my on clothes, I made my own wedding dress! My first sexy dress I made for Darrin was a short black dress. It was a choker style halter dress; it was slit in front from the neck to my navel, and was backless to just below my waist. I also made a few sizzler skirts (skirts almost crotch length and the skirt and panty were made out of the same material). My most daring sizzler wasn't really a sizzler skirt. I had found some red material that just happened to match a pair of red bikini underwear I was buying. I managed to fasten the material to the elastic of the panty. The skirt ended up being only 8 to10 inches long; barely covering my ass, and it also rode low on my hips because it was attached to a pair of low-rise bikini panties. Just think, every time I bent over my panties were showing! I usually wore a short shirt with it to show off my mid-riff. I made this skirt just after Darrin and I got married. Darrin loved it when I showed off, and I liked to show off. A few weeks before we got married, Darrin told me one day over the phone, how sexy he thought women looked when they wore a man's white tank top style undershirt braless. I asked him that if he had any, bring a couple over and I would wear them anytime he wanted. When picked me up the next day, he gave me one after I got in his car. I took off my t-shirt and put on the tank top. I admit it did look good on me. I liked the way it molded to my upper body and my braless tits were quite noticeable. We bought some more and I wore them a lot in the summertime. He was taking me to the air base to a ballgame his squadron was playing in that day. He asked me to wear my new very short jean mini-skirt and now along with his tank top he said I looked real sexy. Darrin was playing right field. I was sitting right behind his bench and whenever Darrin wasn't around the rest of the guy's were flirting with me and checking me out closely. Being in such a short skirt, there was no way of not flashing my underwear when I sat down, so I didn't bother trying not to. It was kind of funny how the guys tried to stand in front of me when we talked and I watched every one of them look up my skirt as we talked. Of course, the attention was getting me excited and my nipples were getting harder by the minute. Everyone noticed them in that tight white tank top and I was eating it up. And Darrin made things even more tense by telling me in front of everybody that my nipples were hard and asked me if I was cold. I didn't know how to answer so I didn't. Then to tease me and everybody else, he said he would warm them up. He reached around me and took both tits in his hands. I instinctively reached for his hands but when I grabbed them I didn't remove them, instead I held them tight. I remember actually having a small orgasm right then. I leaned my head back and kissed him. I didn't want him to move his hands; I wanted everybody to watch me being felt up. It didn't bother me if someone seen my underwear but I still wasn't comfortable about going pantyless in a short skirt yet. I would wear long dresses or near knee length without underwear for Darrin often. One day Vicki, a wife of a friend of my husbands and I went shopping for a new dress for a night out one night. We both picked the same style but in different colors. They were both short flare skirts a short tops that left ours midriffs bare. Vicki and I decided to not wear bras and had made a silly bet about which husband would make the first comment about us both being braless. Neither husband said a word about no bra so neither of us won, so during dinner I asked Vicki to go to the bathroom with me. In the bathroom we joked about no winner and she made the comment that since we both lost we both should pay up, but she said she didn't have the guts to take off her panties. I said she was right but that if I took mine off would have to take hers off. She finally agreed and we both removed our panties. Like I said, I'm not used to wearing a short dress or skirt without panties, and this skirt was only 16 in. long, one of the shortest I owned, and Vicki said that she had never worn a skirt in public with out underwear. It was kind of dark in the restaurant so we thought we would be safe. When we got back to the table, my husband asked what was up because I had an evil smile on my face. I looked at Vicki giggled and gave Darrin my panties. I don't think Vicki's husband believed what he was looking at. I looked at Vicki and said that it was her turn; her husband looked at her and asked her if she had anything for him, she turned red as she gave him her panties. I told him not to give them back to her until she got home. He said he would. We both finally got use to no underwear that night and we even went dancing. Vicki refused to dance hard or fast but I couldn't help myself. The more I danced the less I cared. Darrin even put his hands on my bare ass during one of the last slow dances. The last dance was with Vicki's husband, it was a fast dance song, and so I decided to do some spins during the dance. My husband said that everyone there could see my entire ass and bush. I felt my pussy getting wet again. On the way to the car I noticed both our husband dicks were hard and started to tease them both. At the car my husband turn me towards the car and bent me over the hood and flipped up my skirt and positioned himself against me and said that I was a bad girl for showing everyone my ass and needed a good fucking. I told him that he was just the man to do it and that we had better get home so he could. Vicki and her husband (Charlie) were in the back seat and he had her sitting on his lap as he sucked on her tits. I asked Vicki if he was in her, she said not yet but that we had to hurry and get them home or that they just might not wait. When we dropped them off, Vicki's skirt was still around her waist and her top was wide open. Vicki told me later they had sex on the floor just inside the door. Darrin and I didn't make it that far. We got about ¼ mile down the rode and he took me over the hood. The next weekend we invited Vicki and Charlie over for a Bar-B-Q. They arrived 45min. early. I had just finished sucking Darrin off and he was crawling between my legs, when we heard a knock at the front door. I grabbed one of Darrin's long tank tops to see who it was. I let them in and told them to make themselves comfortable while I put on some more clothes. Charlie asked what was wrong with what I was wearing. I lifted the back and showed him my ass. Vicki said not to worry that it was fine. She then turned and lifted the hem of her sundress. She was also bare-assed. I said fine, I'll stay like this then but told Charlie not to blame me if he has a hard-on all afternoon. I went to get Darrin and told him what had just happen and asked him to do something for me. I asked him wear only his thin white gym shorts to tease Vicki. I returned to the front room and caught Vicki rubbing Charlie crotch. She stopped when she saw me and apologized. I told her that it didn't bother me. I lied. I wanted to watch some more. It was turning me on. Darrin came out a couple minutes later in just his shorts. Vicki's eye went directly to his crotch and his hardening dick. I don't Vicki knew it but her legs were slightly spread and her dress was at her crotch and Darrin was looking at her exposed pussy. We were able to get the bar-b-que done and had a lot of fun while doing it. I made I a point a couple of times to bend at the waist and give Charlie a good look at my ass and pussy. Vicki caught me and I told her to do the same to Darrin that she just might get him hard. She did and Darrin's dick stuck straight out under those shorts. I teased him as I reached in his shorts and stroked him. I was behind Darrin and asked Vicki if she would like to see it. She said yes and I pulled his shorts to the ground. He bent to pull them up and I put my foot on them. I said he should leave then off a little while that Vicki and I wanted to watch him naked for a while. Vicki said, "Yea, that right." Darrin said that he could do that but he would like to see everybody naked. I said," Fine with me," and removed my tank top. Vicki hesitated a bit them removed her dress. Charlie just stood there with his mouth open. Vicki and I looked at each other, smiled, a then when over to Charlie and undressed him. Vicki gave her husband a big hug and kiss, and I did the same to mine. We remained naked the rest of the afternoon and night. After dinner we went to the front room, I sat in my husbands lap and Vicki was sitting in hers. We were sitting directly across from each other. Everybody was feeling there on mate up, both guys were sporting huge hard-ons. I was the first to turn my back to my husband and lowered myself onto him as they watched. I was slowly riding Darrin when Vicki got in the same position and lowered herself on him as we watched. This was the first time we had been watched, or watched some else, having sex. It was awesome! I didn't want sex with Charlie, I just wanted to be watched have sex. Before they left, I did get a big hug while still naked, that was fun. But that was as far as we ever went. About 6 months after we got married, Darrin got orders to go to Guam for 6 months. I wasn't happy but what could I do, he was military. I cut way back on my showing off, it wasn't as much fun with Darrin not there. Also it was winter and I didn't like being cold, but sometimes I still felt the need for fun. I remember one day going to the store for just a couple things wearing just underwear under my coat and as I was getting back in my car, a nice looking man about 30 or so was driving past me towards the store. Just before me pasted me, I untied my coat and flashed him. I left the coat open all the way home. Darrin and I talked once a week while he was gone. We always ended up talking nasty which almost always ended with me masturbating, sometimes before I got off the phone. Just before Darrin returned he told me that he had found the prefect bikini for me and that he wouldn't describe it to me but that I would just have to wait until he returned to see it. Darrin returned in late March. I had planned to wear a very short white gauze dress I found with nothing underneath, but it was cold and rainy so I wore just my raincoat. After our kisses and groping, I told him that I was driving and to get in. I told him to go ahead and pull his pants down as we pulled out. He looked at me for a second then did it. I drove to the backside of the parking lot and parked, took off my raincoat and crawled in his lap. We were both so horny that we only lasted a couple minutes. I climbed back behind the wheel naked and drove home. That was the first time I had driven naked but not my last. After returning home and having sex again, we unpacked his clothes. I seen a small package but he said he would give it to me in the morning, he was tired and needed his rest. The next morning I woke him nicely, (woke him by sucking his cock) I missed the feeling of him growing in my mouth. I then got on top for our first sex of the day, I remember doing it five times that day. I was still naked after breakfast when he gave me my present to put on. It was the smallest bikini bottoms I had ever seen. It had just small stings to tie on each side and the top of my pubic hairs was out the top almost an inch (I could shave, no problem) and the back, over an inch of my crack was out. Darrin said a lot of the girls on Guam were wearing these string bikinis. The top had two very small narrow triangles, it barely my areolas and both sides of my 36C tits were uncovered. I liked it! I felt almost naked in it. Darrin said he had already made arrangement to take a month's leave in May and that we would spend most of it in his hometown of Daytona Beach, Fla. May finally came and we drove to his parents' house. They both worked so we had the house to ourselves most of the time. Darrin parents lived about 6 blocks from the beach so we spent a lot of our time on the beach and the boardwalk. I was anxious to wear my little bikini on the beach, so about 9 the next morning I put the tiny thing on and we drove to the beach. It was cool to drive a car on the beach. The beach was over a ¼ mile wide and cars were parked everywhere. We found a spot and put out our blanket. I was so excited to be almost naked in public. I never did see another bikini like mine that day, but we were only there a couple of hours. Darrin didn't want me to get sunburned the first day out; parts of me had never seen the sun before. I wanted to get in the ocean for my first time but I could stay, the bottoms were not made for ocean waves. I almost lost them the first wave; I caught them around my knees. After pulling them up and retying the strings we walked along the water. Well actually I strutted along the water, I was getting a lot of stares and a few wolf-whistles. We went back to the car and packed up leave. Darrin had to put on a small show before we left which I didn't mind, he gave me a kiss while putting his hands down the back of my bottoms. Then he pulled one of his hands out and pushed one side if my top aside and got a handful of bare tit. When he released me I just stood there a second wondering what brought that on when I heard the whistles. My tit was still out so I put it in and reached behind me to discover about half my ass was uncovered. After fixing my bottoms I got in the front seat and we drove off. He asked if I was mad at what he had done, I told him that I wasn't but it did surprise me that he exposed me like that. As we drove along the beach to our off ramp, we came up on a few signs being held up by guys asking girls to show them their tits. I had to laugh at the signs but Darrin dared me (I'm sure he hoped I would) to take off my top and flash them. Well, I did. I took it off sat straight up in the seat and shook my tits at them. I asked Darrin if he wanted me to put my top back on or to leave it off. He told me to do what I wanted but that he wished I would leave it off. Well, I left it off and for the next five minutes or so, till we got off the beach, I flashed every guy that got near our car. I started to put it back on once we got off the beach but Darrin told me to leave it off until we got to the house. Darrin decided to drive the long way home so I could flash more people. I was so turned on that I absentmindedly had put my hand to my pussy and was rubbing it. Darrin reached over and untied my bottoms and told me to do myself. I didn't hesitate at all. Being naked in pubic, I brought myself to orgasm in less than a minute. I remained naked until we got to the house. I leaned over and released Darrin's hard-on and sucked him off in his parent's driveway. I pulled on Darrin's large t-shirt and we went inside. Luckily his parents weren't home because as soon as I was in the door I removed the t-shirt and told him I wanted to take a shower and if he wanted to join me. As I dried my hair after our shower, he told me he would get something out for me to wear. He wanted to go to Dairy Queen to eat. He put out my new red stretch lace halter-top and my old cut-off jean short-shorts. I didn't see any underwear out so I didn't put any on. These days I rarely wear underwear anymore; I'm just more comfortable without them. Plus it's easier to flash if I have the chance to. Anyhow, once at the DQ, Darrin started putting his fingers in the thread bare spots on the cheeks of my ass, making the holes a little larger and causing bare skin to be easily seen. Making it obvious that I had no underwear on. You could also make out my nipple area through my red stretch lace top. I was beginning to fell like a cheap slut and I liked it! We went to the beach almost everyday while we were there; I got the chance to flash my tits many times. Or I would lie out in the backyard to get some sun. One corner of their backyard was secluded enough that Darrin and I often got nude to soak up the sun and have sex a couple of times. We had been there a couple of weeks when we saw a sign advertising a wet t-shirt contest that night. Darrin said it would be fun to watch, but then I asked if he would mind if I entered. He said he would enjoy that but we needed to go find the perfect t-shirt. We found a very thin light yellow tank top and I decided to wear my sting bikini bottoms with it. The shirt was so thin a person could already see my nipples thru the dry shirt and when it was wet down, I swear it went totally transparent. I was the next to the last girl to go on stage so I knew what I had to do. After I was wet down, I remember rubbing my tits making them really show thru the shirt. I then slowly lifted my shirt to slowly bare my breast. I danced around on stage twirling my shirt above my head then tossed it to my husband. I remember turning my back to the crowd and bending way over, I then stood and slowly pushed down the back of my bottoms bearing a good deal off my ass. I turned around shaking my tits and pushing down the front of my bottom to show some bush. I was having a lot of fun on stage and was very excited; I almost took the bottoms all the way off but I didn't. I didn't win but I didn't care, I had a blast. Some big titted blonde won. They gave everyone who participated a t-shirt. I dried off and put it on after removing my wet bottoms. The shirt just covered my ass but I would have walked out to find my husband even if it hadn't. I found him and told I was horny and wanted to go. On the way to the door I felt him put his hand under the back of my shirt and rubbed my bare ass. We made it to the car. I lifted my shirt to my waist and bent over the hood of the car and told him to fuck me now. As he was pumping it to me I noticed one the other contestants heading our way. I told Darrin not to stop, let then watch if they wanted but not to stop. They stopped at their car; two cars away and then noticed us. That was the first time anyone watched us screw but not the last and definitely not the most at one time to watch us. That happened back home just before Darrin got out of the military. We were down at a stream near town and had found a secluded spot. We had been skinny-dipping for about an hour or so and had crawled up on the bank for some go old fun. I was on top of him when a boat with six people in it slowly came down the stream towards us. I just about ready to cum so I didn't want to stop. They seen us and had almost stopped. They were about 50ft from us when we finished, I stood up and waved to them, they waved back and left. The last day before we left I wanted to ride the go-carts again. We had ridden them before, but I had a little tick I wanted to try and I didn't tell Darrin about it just in case it didn't work. I put on my little bikini top that barely held me in and then tied the back string loosely. It was a small oval wooden track about 300ft in length and only had room for 4 cars at a time. Darrin and I drove in separate races, him first them me. All the cars had were lap belts to hold you in. As soon as the race started in felt one of my tits come out, a few seconds later the other. This is what I hoped would happen. I was driving around this little track with my tits bouncing around free and bare for anyone to look at. There were probably 50 to 60 people standing around the track waiting for their turn to drive. When the race ended I stood up, faced the line, then put my tits back in and we left. As we walked back to the car down the boardwalk, I kept having to put back in one tit or the other, maybe my top was a little to loose, but it was fun. We left early the next morning to go home. I wore a white halter-top and my short jean skirt (no panties). We were in a 1973 Plymouth Duster with one long seat in the front. So it was no problem sitting in the middle next to Darrin. A couple of big trucks blew their horns as we pasted so I asked Darrin why they were doing that. He smiled and looked down at my skirt, it had raised up high enough to see my bush. He said that he though I knew I was showing off and that why he hadn't said anything about it. He asked if I was going to pull my skirt back down and I told him that I thought I would leave it just as it was. A little while later I was getting tired so I decided to lie down on the seat. I used Darrin's leg as a pillow and put my left leg on the floor and my right leg against the back of the seat. As I slid away from Darrin to put my head on his leg, my skirt slid up completely showing my trimmed bush and with my legs spread I know my pussy was in uncovered, because the warm sun was beating directly on it. I did pull my skirt down a little because the skirt had rolled up in a lump under my ass. Just as I was about to dose off, I felt Darrin rubbing my tits. After a couple of minutes, I told him that if he was going to play with my tits, he needed to do it right. I reached up and untied my top and bared my tits for him. He started to rub them again, in a few minutes I fell asleep. I awoke when I felt the car slow down; we were pulling into a rest area. On the way to the car, we pasted a couple of truckers. They were giving me the once over. Darrin said that they must be a couple of trucker that had seen my tits on the interstate. They were still watch me as I reach the car, so I lifted my skirt and let them see my ass just before I climbed in. Once we were up to speed again, I put my hand in Darrin lap and started to play with is dick. Since he was wearing a pair of loose gym shorts I had his dick in my hand in only seconds. I got on my knees with my ass to the door window and started to suck him off. I felt him reach back and rum my naked ass, he had pull the skirt up enough to bare my entire ass and pussy to anyone we passed. It didn't take me long to suck him off and as soon as I sucked him dry, I sat back down beside him and slid forward on the seat. I spread my knees wide and started to masturbate, I get so worked up every time I give Darrin a blowjob and I love to swallow his cum. He pushed my hand away and told me he wanted to do it. He didn't even stop when we slowly pasted a big truck. I know he saw because I was looking right at him as we pasted and he looked right down into the car at us. I finally came and leaned back to relax, leaving my legs spread and my skirt around my waist. In a few minute I untied my top and bared my tits again. I remained that way the rest of the afternoon until we reached our motel. The next morning I told Darrin that all I wanted to wear was a big t-shirt. I took a shower as he loaded the car. When I finished he said the car was all packed and ready to go. I told him to go on out and start the car because all I had left to do was finish brushing my hair. After brushing I grabbed the t-shirt and started to put it on then thought, "What the heck, I won't be wearing it long anyway". So I walked out the door naked, carrying the t-shirt and told Darrin that I was just saving time by not putting it on. I rode naked across 3 states except to get out of the car to go to the bathroom or to pay for gas. I even stayed naked when we went through the drive thru of McDonalds. I asked Darrin wear the same pair of loose gym shorts for me again, he did and I sucked him off a couple times that day. One time as I sucked him off he pulled along side a big truck and let the guy look at my nakedness. I even reached back and fingered myself as the trucked watched. After I swallowed Darrin cum again I told him to find me another truck, I wanted to let someone see me fingering myself to orgasm. He found another trucker in about 15min. I got on my back, feet on the window, spread my legs wide and looked right at that trucker as I fingered myself. Once I came Darrin took off down the rode, found an exit and pulled on side of the rode and told me to get in his lap, I happily complied. After we got back home, I went through my closet and threw out a lot of my most conservative clothes, others I altered by making them shorter or more revealing. I even used one of my husbands old white handkerchief to make me a see-thru when wet string bikini. One day Darrin and I went to lakeshore where I met him and I wore the little white bikini. A couple of my friends happened to be there and complimented me on my tan. I told them that we had just gotten back from Florida. When my husband and I came out of the water, my friends told me that my swimsuit had gotten see-thru wet. They were shocked when I told them I knew and that I had made it like that on purpose. Darrin told me that he could see everything, even my pussy lips. I wore that bikini about a dozen times before it fell apart. I was wearing it at the cliffs, a place we liked to swim at because of all the cliffs to jump off of, and I had just jumped off a cliff from about 20ft. for the third time. Darrin had jumped in first and was waiting for me. After jumping in the water we swam to shore and Darrin stopped me halfway out and asked where my bottoms were. I had lost them! There were about a dozen friends there so people started to look for my bottoms, they were nowhere to be found. All the guys had drifted near me I guess to see if I would get out bottomless. They all seen and liked my see-thru suit but I guess they wanted more and I decided to let them see all. I asked if anyone wanted my top since I had no bottoms to wear with it anymore. I removed my top and tossed it out in the river and climbed naked from the water. I then raised my arms and slowly turned around to give everybody a good look, I then climbed back to the 20ft cliff and jumped back into the water. I remained naked for the next couple of hours, two of the girls there removed theirs tops but not their bottoms. When we left I been laying on my towel to sun and dry off, so Darrin picked up my towel and I and walked naked to our car. By this time Darrin and I concluded that I had become an exhibitionist and we both were enjoying it. I hardly ever wore underwear anymore and I hadn't worn a bra since I took off my wedding dress. I was always on the lookout for a sexy top or dress. I was getting a nice collection of sheer blouses and very short skirts and dresses. I was careful by myself but when I was with Darrin I loved to dress slutty and blatantly expose myself. I would always get horny when showing off and the hornier I got, the more I wanted to showoff. I always needed a good fuck afterwards. After Darrin got out of the military, we moved to the beautiful west coast of Florida north of Tampa. We found a couple nudist resorts within a half-hour of home. We joined one of these and spent many a weekend there. We got us a camper so we could spend a couple days totally naked. We also liked going camping around St. Augustine, Fl. I remember one weekend over in St. Augustine, we were walking along the main historic street section and we got soaked in an afternoon thunderstorm. The interesting thing is that all I had on was sandals and a yellow gauze dress. The dress was very revealing when wet. I just kept walking down the middle of the street as if nothing happened. That same weekend we had been to the beach and decided to stop at snackbar for lunch near the beach and since my suit was still wet I wore a short top that barely covered the bottom of my breast and my now "junk shorts". My junk shorts were my old cut off short-shorts I wore when I first met Darrin, but the side seams were now ripped all the way up to the waistband, the crotch seam was now only the thick part seam with a few frays, the ass had gapping holes over each cheeks at least 2in. big. I usually wore my bikini bottoms under the shorts but today I felt like wearing the shorts along. I was very obvious that I had nothing under the shorts and I wanted it that way. We went in and found a place to sit; I sat and placed our orders while Darrin went to the bathroom. When he returned he was looking under the table and smiling. He said if I knew that my pussy was open to the world and the lips of my pussy swallowed the seam of my shorts. I reached down and felt nothing but skin. The waitress brought our order I just dropped a paper napkin in my lap and ate. Just as we were finishing up a couple surfer types sat the next table over. The better-looking one sat facing me. I could help myself so I removed the napkin in my lap and spread my legs a little bit. I had a new admirer in about 5 seconds. His eyes about popped out of his head; I smiled at him and put my finger to my lips to silence him. He smiled back so I winked at him and lowed my hand towards my pussy. His eyes followed my hand so I touched myself, then I spread my legs a little more and pulled the seam of my shorts out and inserted my finger for him. I then withdrew my finger and put it to my mouth and sucked on it. I then told my husband that we had to go because I was getting horny. That was the last time I wore those shorts. When we got to the car, Darrin reached down to play with me and as he pulled the seam out of the way it broke. I didn't give what I did next a second thought. I reached down and unzipped and unsnapped my shorts, dropping them to the ground and kicked them away. There I stood I that snack-bars parking lot bottomless in the middle of the day. Darrin put his finger in my pussy, kissed me, then opened the car's door. I climbed in and we drove back down to the beach. Still moving, I pulled his trunks down as he leaned his seat back. I then lowered myself onto his now very hard cock. I drove down the beach as I slowly fucked myself. We drove almost 5 miles at 10mph before we came. Once back at the campground we removed our suits and wrapped towels around us and walked to the bathhouse and took a co-ed shower. It was only about 3pm and still warm; I put on just a large tank top with large armholes to let my tits hang out and got Darrin to wear only his black bikini underwear around the campsite the rest of the afternoon. He kept playing with my tits or ass whenever some guy walked by and I would grab his crotch when some female walked by. This kept us excited the most of the afternoon. For supper we when to a little seafood restaurant just down the road that we enjoy. I wore a shear blouse I tied under my breast and a short jean skirt that only had four buttons on it up the side. I had only three buttoned when we arrived but only one buttoned when we left. A nice seabreeze had blown up late in the afternoon and we opted to eat on the deck under the trees. Four guys got there when we did and were seated at the table next to us. These guys kept sneaking looks at me, even my husband noticed and told to have a little fun with them. I kept playing with the bottom button on my skirt for about five minutes before I finally unbuttoned it. I took time out to eat a little then looked right at some guy with deep blue eyes and unbuttoned another button. Then I ate the rest of my dinner before flashing more than the side of my hip. We went back to the campsite had sex and took a small nap. When we awoke it was about 11pm, I told Darrin I felt like a midnight ocean swim. We wrapped towels around us and walked to the beach. I wrapped the towel around my waist, leaving my tits bare. We went for our swim and made out under the stars. We have been to this campground about a dozen times now and we always fine someway to have some naughty fun. About time I made a short red halter dress I wore out a few times. One day I found an old red flare skirt in one of my closets and put it on to see if it still fit. Darrin just happen to walk in to give me a kiss on his way to work and said that it was a nice color but too long. I agreed, it came to about 4in. above my knee and most skirts I now wore were about halfway up my thigh. I tossed it back in the closet. About an hour later an idea hit me. I got the skirt out, cut off about six inches and put another hem in it. I took the cut off piece and put it around my neck, it just reach my waist. I put the skirt on and marked where I wanted to attach it and removed the elastic from the waistband. I did a little more trimming of the top and hemmed the edges. I double checked the marks and attached it. I the cut the upper back of the skirt from the back edge of the halter on one side to the other side, making a slow curve. I cut down about a 6in. in the middle off the back. After all was done I put it on again, WOW! It was deep "V" in front to my waist. The halter straps didn't meet at the waist, there was about 2in between them. The back was completely bare to top of my ass crack, except around the neck. The skirt was only about 3in. below my crotch. Darrin loved it and insisted that we go out that night. We did and I showed my as a lot that night, literally. We've been married now almost 30yrs. I don't show-off much anymore except for my tits. I had trouble with my second child and had to spend some extra time in the hospital. I was physically unable to exercise like I would have wanted to so I put on some weight; I've lost a lot of it except around my waist. My legs still look pretty good and still enjoy wearing shorts skirts or short-shorts. My tits are beginning to sag a little but I still enjoy showing my 40D's off. I still get enjoyment in seeing some guys' look of surprise when I flash him. I haven't said "no" to my husbands' request to flash in years, weather it is a stranger or a friend of his. Be sure to check out my picture. That was my first string bikini or at least the bottoms. The one Darrin brought back from Guam. It rode so low in back; you can just make out the top of my ass crack.

Melissa's Adventure byluvmymilf© I don't remember exactly when I realized that my wife, Melissa, was an exhibitionist. Maybe it was the time that she went to work wearing a suit with a rather short skirt and sheer panty hose with no panties. Maybe it was when it started to get hot out, and she would wear her flimsy summer dress, and nothing else. She still likes to wear that dress, with nothing at all on underneath. It is made of soft cotton and never fails to catch my attention with the way it hugs her curves when she moves. Even better, when the light is just right, you can see the outline of her slender body underneath. The dress has a low scooped neckline, spaghetti straps, and buttons running down the front. She usually leaves a few undone at the top, just to tease me and anyone else who may be watching. The mother of our two children, Melissa loves teasing me by showing off her shapely legs, tight ass and C-cup breasts in various public venues. One summer evening, she decided to tease me in the local supermarket. I didn't know it at the time, but this was about to be a night to remember. Wearing nothing but her summer dress, a pair of sandals, and a smile, she began her teasing by climbing out of our car and strolling a few lengths in front of me across the parking lot. This allowed me to enjoy the sway of her hips beneath her thin dress. She turned to see if I was paying attention. When she turned, I could see her breasts bouncing as she strode confidently toward the store entrance. Pulling a shopping cart from the corral, she handed it off to me and continued through the automatic door, entering the busy store. Entering the store myself, I felt the blast of air conditioning as I passed under the vent. I spotted Melissa over in the produce section and caught up to her, but kept a few yards behind to enjoy the view. I liked to watch the cheeks of her ass rock back and forth under her dress as she walked. Several men turned their heads to enjoy a second look at my wife. I felt a sense of pride that she was married to me when I saw them looking. Continuing to watch her swaying ass, I could feel the beginnings of an erection that threatened to tent my shorts, revealing my pending excitement to the entire store. Remembering some of her past escapades, I wondered how far she was going to take things this evening. She soon began teasing me by bending at the waist in order to reach items on the lower shelves. The hem of her dress would ride up her tan and toned legs, very close to exposing the bottom of her ass. The higher her hemline got, the harder I got. My cock was now erect, I could feel it pulsing in sync with my heartbeat as I watched Melissa expose herself to me, and whatever lucky strangers that happened by. The bulge in my khaki shorts had to be obvious to everyone in the store. A woman walking down the aisle glanced at Melissa as she reached for a box on a high shelf. The bottoms of my wife's firm ass cheeks were on display as she stood on tip-toe to reach the item. The woman then glanced at me with the bulge in my shorts and flashed a mischievous smile. I turned my head to watch her walk by, and caught her glancing back at the two of us for a second look. She quickly looked away as her face flushed; embarrassed that she had been caught enjoying the view. I am a complete sucker when my sexy wife exposes herself, and Melissa knew the effect she was having on me. Just when I thought that things were going great, she turned the heat up another notch. This time she turned toward me as she crouched down to retrieve a can of vegetables from the bottom shelf. Spreading her legs, she gave me an unobstructed view of her hairless mound and pouting lips. In the glare of the fluorescent lights above, I could see that she was beginning to get excited. Her pussy lips were parted, and I could see that she was getting wet. Not wet enough for her juices to run down her thighs as it does when she's really turned on, but just enough that I could see a bit of dampness. My gaze drank in the lusciousness of her body, stopping at her succulent breasts. She had undergone a breast enhancement a few years back, and had definitely gotten her money's worth. Her breasts had gone from an "A" to a very nice "C". Her surgeon was a fucking artist I thought to myself. I loved how her tits looked when they were proudly on display, just as they were right here in the middle of the Safeway. Looking closer at her delicious mounds, I could see her hard nipples threatening to poke holes in the fabric of her dress. If I looked hard enough, I was certain I could see the shadow of her areolae through the thin cotton. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock got even harder. I could feel my pulse increasing, my breathing getting quicker and I felt butterflies churning in my stomach. She had me under her spell. My sexy wife had my full attention when I felt my cock lurch involuntarily. I enjoyed the tingling sensation along my length and felt the sticky dampness of pre-cum flowing out of my cock. Melissa looked at the tent in my shorts and flashed me her sexiest smile. Yes, she knew my discomfort was all because of her deliberate teasing. Still crouched down with her pussy on display, she reached out and grasped my erection in her hand. I felt faint and moaned as she worked the length of my cock through my shorts. Her delicate touch was getting me very close to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, she stopped stroking my member and looked past me, farther down the aisle. I looked over my shoulder to follow her gaze and was surprised by what I saw. It was an older couple coming down the aisle, and they were looking straight at us. I wondered if they had seen what we had been up to. "Oops," Melissa mouthed to me. Her glances darted between me and the older couple who was approaching. The thin, grey haired man looked to be about 60 and had a startled expression on his face. His short, frumpy wife looked to be the same age, and wore a look of disgust. She glared at Melissa as she lumbered by. "You could see right up her dress!" she hissed at her husband. "We should report the two of them to the store manager." As they turned the corner at the end of the aisle, I noticed him turn his head for one last lingering look at Melissa. Then they disappeared from sight. "Stop staring at that dirty little whore! It's the devil's work I tell you!" I could still hear her bitching at her poor husband from the next aisle over. "Poor old bastard," I thought, "He'll catch hell when he gets home." "There's a manager, I'm going to let him know what's going on in the next aisle!" I overheard the little troll of a woman tell her husband. Looking at my wife, I said "I think we should hurry things up and get out of here Mel." "Awww, I was just getting started," she replied, "maybe he'll go home and give his wife what I want you to give me." "And what would that be?" I asked innocently. "A nice hard cock," she said, licking her lips, "and a big load of cum." Continuing on as if nothing had happened, she placed the can of veggies in the cart. Leaning over as she did so, giving me a perfect view of her succulent breasts. Unrestrained by a bra, they were hanging free inside of her dress. I could easily see her hard nipples as she glanced up and flashed me another one of her winning smiles. "Hurry up and finish shopping," I pleaded, "If we spend much more time in here, I'm gonna cum in my shorts." "Well, let me help you out, big boy," she purred. Moving closer, she pulled up the hem of her dress to expose her moist slit and dangling lips. Leaning back slightly, she spread her legs shoulder width apart. I could see how wet her pussy had become as she spread her lips and sank her middle finger into her slit. I could hear her slick wetness as she quickly moved her digit in and out several times. Then, just as quickly, she pulled her finger out and let her dress fall back into place. "Mmmm," she moaned as she licked her finger clean. "It tastes just like your cock after you've been inside of me." She leaned in and planted a hot kiss on my lips. I could taste the salty sweetness of her arousal as she plunged her tongue into my mouth. She ground her sex into my leg, leaving a wet patch on my thigh, as I reached down and cupped her ass with both hands. I moaned in anticipation as she broke our kiss and lifted her dress to flash her smooth slit at me one more time. I looked up just in time to see the short, troll like little woman who had caught us earlier. She had a store employee by the arm and was pointing down the aisle at us. "That's them right there young man! I demand you do something about this," she trumpeted. He had a defeated look on his face as he began moving toward us. I almost felt sorry for him. "We're done shopping!" I declared as I caught Melissa by the wrist and practically ran to the opposite end of the aisle we were in. We turned the corner and headed up the next aisle to the checkout line. I was so excited by her teasing that I was starting to see red. I was also worried about being caught. The possibility of the police getting involved made me nervous, but was a bit of a thrill. My cock was now throbbing in sync with my pulse and threatening to explode. My light colored shorts were beginning to show a wet spot as the pre-cum was beginning to soak through my underwear. My cock was feeling the delicious slickness of it all, rubbing back and forth as we hauled ass toward the express lane. The red vested manager stepped to the head of our aisle. Melissa and I ignored him as we swept by, nearly bowling him over with our shopping cart. "Sir! Excuse me. Sir!" I could hear him behind us, but pretended that I didn't. Reaching the checkout counter at last, we tossed our few items onto the belt and tried to be inconspicuous. "If we get busted, deny everything. Claim that it was all in their imagination." I whispered in Melissa's ear. "C'mon, c'mon! Hurry up," I willed as the elderly woman in line in front of us was digging through her purse for exact change. "Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. There you go honey." said the elderly woman as she counted pennies into the clerk's hand. Finished at last, she began pushing her cart toward the exit, shuffling her feet as she went. Turning toward us, the checkout clerk began scanning our groceries. Wendy was the name engraved on the plastic badge pinned to the red vest she wore on her slender body. Wendy had sort of a Goth look going. Her long, jet black hair was pulled away from her face, revealing a clear, but pale complexion. Her piercing blue eyes were rimmed with heavy, black eye liner. She wore bright red lipstick, made brighter by her near white complexion. A silver hoop pierced through one brow finished the look. Studying her as she worked, I found myself wondering if she had any other piercings. "Hmmm, I could think of things I'd like to do with her." I thought. Wendy wore an amused smirk on her face as she rang up our bill. I could see her stealing glances at the bulge in my shorts. I didn't bother me though. At that point, I was so worked up I didn't care who saw. I had one thing on my mind; spraying a load of cum all over my teasing little vixen of a wife. Yes, my wife Jennifer. The one who was now fondling my ass through my shorts as Wendy the checkout girl watched. Wendy announced the total, breaking me out of my daydream. I slid my credit card through the slot in the keypad and paid the bill. Snatching up our bags of groceries, Melissa and I exited the store. I was nervous with excitement, and the fact that we had almost gotten caught. "Nothing like a little danger to spice things up" I whispered to myself. Walking to the car, I placed my hand on Mel's ass. I love to feel it rock back and forth as she walks. She looked up at me and I couldn't resist kissing her. Slipping my tongue into her mouth I wished it were my cock instead. "I love you," I told her as we broke the kiss. "Do you still love me when I show off?" she inquired. "God, yes! I could break bricks with this," I replied, showing her the bulge my aching cock was making in my shorts. "Good, I love to get you worked up," she giggled. "Don't worry, I won't leave you like that, but I do want to tease you some more." We reached the car, and while she was bent over placing the groceries in the open hatchback, I reached down and placed my hand high up on the inside of her thigh. I could feel the heat of her excitement radiating down. As she held her position, I ran my hand all the way up to her slick pleasure zone. I rubbed my fingers back and forth between her slippery lips for a moment and then moved my probing fingers to her engorged clitoris. The back of her dress was flipped up, exposing her ass and my hand between her legs. I could imagine what we looked like had anyone been looking. Unzipping my shorts with my free hand, I pulled my cock out and felt the cool evening air against the hot skin. My cockhead was still damp from pre-cum, and there was a strand of it dangling down. It looked a bit like a silvery thread wafting in the gentle breeze. Catching it with my index finger, I moved it to Mel's lips and felt her tongue lick it clean. She sucked my finger into her mouth and worked it like it was my cock, moaning as ran her tongue around my fingertip. I was desperate to take her right there in the semi-darkness of the parking lot. Moving in closer, I continued rubbing my fingers against Melissa's clit. Her pussy was boiling, and her slickness felt wonderful as I replaced my fingers with the head of my dick. Grasping it in my right hand, I rubbed my cock up and down her drenched slit a few times. Easing my hips forward, I sank into her softness. Easily sliding into her, my hips collided with the round globes of her ass. I loved how they bounced as I thrust into her. I reached around to fondle her breasts. Her nipples felt like pencil erasers under my fingertips. At this point, we could have been on a Broadway stage in front of thousands of screaming fans and not have noticed. The slick, velvety walls of her sopping wet box pulled my cock in and milked me, trying to draw a load of cum from the depths of my swollen balls. Reveling in the feeling of her heat and the wetness that was coating my cock, there was no other place I wanted to be right then. I could have died a happy man. Coming to my senses, I remembered where we were. In the parking lot of a crowded Safeway, bent over the back of our car, my cock buried inside of her steaming hole. Thankfully we were parked on the outer edge of the lot where there weren't very many cars. I stroked my cock in and out of her a few more times and reluctantly pulled out. Leaving my cock sticking out of my shorts, I noticed they were now soaked with her juices. I thought I could smell her scent as I slid behind the wheel. She slammed the hatch shut and jumped into the passenger seat. "Let's go home," I pleaded. "I can't wait any longer." "No," she replied, undoing the buttons on her dress. Opening her dress to completely expose herself, she reclined her seat and said, "Drive out to the interstate, I want to tease you some more." I looked her at over for a moment. She looked incredibly sexy laying there, her breasts heaving above her taut abdomen. Her hairless cunt displayed as she rolled her clit between her thumb and middle finger. "You're playing with fire Mel. I just might make a mess all over the steering wheel if you keep that up," I told her. She gave an evil little giggle as she stared at my throbbing cock. "Is that all because of little ole me?" she teased. "You know it is, baby. How far are you going to take things tonight?" I asked. "As far as you're willing to let me." she shot back, staring into my eyes. As I drove out of the parking lot, she started to pinch her nipples and moan that she wanted someone to see her play with her pussy. I adjusted my aching cock and pointed the car toward the interstate. Nearing the interstate, we got stopped by a red light. Looking over, I noticed another car to the right of us. Melissa was stroking her pussy with her right hand while still pinching her nipples with her left. The guy in the other car looked over, into our car, but couldn't see anything because Melissa had her seat reclined. I smiled and waved at him. Thinking I was crazy, he just looked away. The light turned green and we were finally on the entrance ramp of the interstate. "Find a big truck and pull alongside," Melissa instructed. Looking ahead, I saw one several car lengths in front of us. It was in the right lane, moving slower than most of the traffic. I pressed the accelerator to catch up. "There's one just ahead of us," I informed her. "Hurry up and catch him," Melissa demanded as she sat up, pulling her dress closed. Pulling up alongside the truck, I turned the interior light on. I watched Melissa look up, smile and wave at the driver. He smiled back as she began teasing him by opening the front of her dress, almost exposing her tits. The drivers smile got even bigger, and my cock got even harder. "Do you want me to show him my tits?" she asked. "Hell yes!" I panted. "God, this is turning me on", she squealed as she exposed first her right, and then her left breast to the trucker. I looked up at the driver through the moon roof, and noticed that he was enjoying the show. I looked at Melissa, who had her eyes closed and was pulling on her nipples. Suddenly she sat up, turned in her seat, and pressed both of her tits onto the passenger window. She leaned back from the window and I could see her hands massaging her tits. I saw her raise her left breast to her mouth as she began to lick her rock hard nipple. I reached under her dress with my right hand to feel her arousal. She was so wet, I could feel the inside of her thighs were absolutely soaked with her own juices. I slipped a finger into her steaming gash. "Ooooohhhh, that feels so good. Don't stop!" she moaned as she continued licking her own nipples. "Take your dress off and let him see all of you," I demanded, pulling my hand away. "Oh. Yeah!" she agreed. She sat back into her seat and pulled off her dress. This wasn't very difficult to accomplish, as it was already unbuttoned. Throwing the dress into the back seat, her hands returned to her rock hard nipples. "Do you want me to touch my pussy for him?" she asked. "Mmm-Hmm," I moaned, watching her slip a hand between her splayed thighs. "Do you think he can see me like this?" she asked. "I'm sure he can. Why don't you climb into the back so he can see you better?" I replied. Wearing a devilish smile, she turned and unlatched the back of the rear seat, folding it down flat. This left a rather large area in the rear hatch area of the car. Moving the groceries aside, she climbed into the back of our car. As she got herself situated, I sped up and pulled in front of the truck. His headlights illuminated the interior of the car like twin spotlights. My very sexy, very horny wife was now onstage, giving a very explicit show for a complete stranger. "Oh my God, he has a front row seat!" Melissa exclaimed. "I'm going to cum before I even touch myself." Looking in the rear view mirror, I could see her lying on her back spreading her shaven lips for the horny driver to see. With her feet flat on the floor and her knees bent, she was thrusting her pelvis into the air and rubbing herself for the driver's amusement. The window in the hatchback is pretty big, so I knew that he could see everything. I heard Melissa moaning as she stroked her clit and fingered her sodden cunt. "I wish I'd brought my dildo," she said. "See what you can find in the bags," I replied. Pulling her hands away from herself, she reached into one of the bags and began to dig. A smile crossed her face as she pulled something out of one of the bags. "Hello there," she exclaimed as she pulled a medium sized cucumber out of the bag and held it up for the driver to see. "Mmmm," she moaned, "this is going to feel soooo good." I continued watching in the mirror as she began to rub the cucumber up and down between her dripping pussy lips. It was glistening in the glow of the truck's headlights. She licked her juices off of it, and then lowered it back between her legs. I could hear the sucking sounds of her wetness as she slowly sank the full body of the cucumber into herself. I could imagine how good she looked as it parted her swollen pussy, sawing in and out of her heavenly sex. Her lips would be stretched, tugging at it, refusing to let it withdraw. I imagined I could feel her inner muscles pulsing, trying to squeeze the pseudo cock in two. I saw her eyes roll back as she plunged it inside of herself. I reached back and began to pinch her nipples, feeling her body shake as she shuddered through an apparent orgasm. "I wish I had your cock in my ass!" she shrieked, nearing another orgasm. "I want to show him how kinky I am." I watched with glances in the rearview mirror as she rolled over onto her belly and raised her delicious, round ass into the air. Licking her middle finger, she reached back, plunging it into her puckered back entrance as she continued to work the bumpy green vegetable in and out of her dripping hole. Once again, I could hear her wetness as she worked the green invader in and out of her cunt. The car was beginning to smell of her delicious, sexy aroma. "I'm cumming again!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Pull over, I want to suck your cock and taste your cum!" Looking for someplace to turn off, I noticed a sign for a rest area up ahead. "There's a rest stop up ahead." I told her. "Pull in! I can't wait any longer," she moaned. Reaching the ramp to enter the rest area, I slowed down and put on my turn signal to pull in. I glanced into the mirror and noticed that the truck also had its blinker on. Was he following us...? Entering the nearly deserted rest area, I pulled into the closest parking space. Melissa climbed up into the front seat. She was busy pulling her dress back on. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I want to do it outside" she replied, her voice ragged from her screaming orgasm just moments before. Holding her dress closed with one hand, she stepped out of the car. I looked around and noticed that the truck had pulled into a parking space at the other end of the rest area. I saw the truck but I couldn't see the driver. I looked back at Melissa and saw her dashing barefoot through the grass toward a group of picnic tables near the wood line. I could barely make her out in the darkness. Tucking my cock back into my shorts, I soon followed her through the grass to the tables. Reaching the tables, she turned toward me and sat on the table top. Her legs were spread, and her dress was hanging wide open. I watched as she slipped a finger between her legs. Hearing her moan, I could see her finger glistening with her wetness as I finally reached the table. "I'm so horny. I can't believe what I did in front of that truck driver," she exclaimed. Saying nothing, I unzipped and pulled my cock out of my shorts. I stood there, my erection dangling between us. I could see a drop of pre cum shining on the head and starting to run down the shaft. Melissa slid off the table, knelt down, and ran her tongue up the length of my cock. I moaned as she finally paid me the attention I had been craving. "Mmmm, I love the taste of that," she said, tilting her head back and smiling at me. "You're so sexy. I can't believe how lucky I am," I said, bending down and kissing her hard on the lips. I could taste the saltiness of my cock on her lips, turning me on even more. Breaking our passionate kiss, she bent her head back down and once again popped my cock into her mouth. "Ooooohhh," I moaned, closing my eyes and enjoying one of her expert blow jobs. I felt her hand grasp my shaft and begin stroking up and down; just the way I like it. I could feel a major load of jism getting ready to erupt when I heard a noise. I looked over my shoulder for the source of that noise and saw the driver of the truck, the one that Melissa had put on the show for. He was sporting an impressive bulge in his jeans as he approached. He stopped short when he saw me looking at him. I felt Melissa pull her mouth off of my cock. I couldn't believe my eyes when she waved him closer to us. "Hi there," she said to the stranger. "How are y'all doing this evening?" he asked. "That was one hell of a display you put on back there, I thought I was going to wreck my truck watching you." "Did you like what you saw?" asked Melissa, pulling her mouth from my cock yet again. "Yes ma'am," replied the driver. "My name is Tom, and I would love to see some more if y'all don't mind me watching." Staring at bulge in his pants, Melissa replied, "It's very nice to meet you Tom, that's quite a bulge you're sporting. Why don't you show me what you've got in there?" I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. Hearing her invitation, Tom swallowed hard and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was as impressive as I'd thought it would be. As he stood there before us, I could easily see the veins bulging from the sides of his shaft. "That's a very nice cock you've got there Tom. Would you like to join us?" Mel inquired. Hearing her invitation to him, my jaw dropped in disbelief. We had teasingly talked of a threesome to each other before, but I had always pictured myself with two women. The thought of sharing my wife with another man hadn't entered my mind. Tom swallowed hard again and glanced over at me. "What the hell, why not?" I thought and quickly nodded my approval. "You two get naked, now," Melissa ordered, looking first at me, then at Tom. Who was I to argue? Clearly she was in charge of things at this point. I watched as Tom stripped off his jeans and T-shirt. It was apparent that he worked out. He had well defined muscles in his chest, broad shoulders, and a trim waistline to go with his large cock. He finished undressing and stepped toward us. I pulled my shorts and T-shirt off and stood on Melissa's right while Tom was standing to her left. Still kneeling, she reached up and grasped both of our cocks. I felt a shiver run up my spine as she began to lightly stroke. After a moment or two of her ministration, she leaned over and took my member into her mouth, still stroking Tom as she sucked. Too soon it seemed, she removed her mouth from me, and placed it on Tom's hardness. She was moaning and getting more turned on by the minute. Back and forth she went, sucking first on my cock, and then on Tom's. Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. Tom and I watched as Melissa backed up and propped her ass on the picnic table. Smiling and curling her finger in a "come here" motion, she laid back flat on the table top. Walking up to her, I couldn't resist putting my face in between her legs to taste her dripping nectar. Placing her feet on the table and spreading her legs, I knelt down and engulfed her pouting lips with my mouth. I looked up and saw Tom bent over from the side. He was busy licking and sucking on her firm tits. Melissa was moaning in horny pleasure, her head lolling from side to side. I felt her grab my head with both hands, pulling my face tighter to her drenched snatch. Tom hopped up on the table, placing put his cock at her hungry lips. Melissa moaned as she opened her mouth and inhaled his cock. I knew he was enjoying her blowjob when I heard a pleasurable groan escape his mouth. As she worked Tom with her talented mouth, I took her clit between my lips, thrashing it with my tongue. She pumped her hips up and down and began to suck Tom's cock in earnest. We continued like this for a few moments, the silence broken only by the occasional moan of pleasure. I could see their bodies illuminated in the headlights of passing cars. It was such a surreal scene, watching my wife, the mother of our children, suck on this handsome stranger's cock. I watched her cheeks bulge as she fed his length into her mouth. Sticking her tongue out, she began to deep throat our new friend. She held him in there until she began to gag. Pulling back and gathering her breath, her hands wrapped around his thighs as she again plunged his cock into the depths of her throat. Tom had his head leaned back as he enjoyed her talents. Pulling her mouth off of him, she looked at me."Fuck Me! Fuck me hard!" she demanded. Obeying her order, I stood up and stuffed my cock into her steaming passage. Her muscles, feeling like a thousand massaging little fingers along the length of my shaft, threatened to milk my seed in an instant. I had to concentrate on not cumming too quickly, wanting this feeling to last forever. The only sounds you could hear were the slap of my hips as I thrust into her and the slurping noises she was making on Tom's cock. "I'm close to cumming, but I want to fuck you before I do," Tom said to Melissa. His voice was just above a whisper, and I could hear the excitement as he spoke. "I can't wait to feel you inside of me," Melissa whispered back. "Oh my God," I thought, "she's really going to go through with this." I was both nervous and excited at the prospect of my wife letting this stranger have his way with her. I stopped thrusting and pulled my cock from her snatch as Melissa got up from the table. She instructed Tom to hop up, and pushed him onto his back. It was the same position she had just been in. He was lying with his head away from me as I stood at his feet. She had him scoot all the way onto the table, and then climbed onto the table and straddled his groin. Facing away from me, she reached between her legs for his engorged fuck stick. Grabbing it, she began to rub his cock up and down the length of her dripping slit. Her juices were running out of her cunt, onto his throbbing cock. Placing his steely cock at her entrance, she paused for a second, and then began to lower herself onto his thick rod. I watched it stretch her out a bit as she slowly slid down his length. I heard her moan as she slowly began to hump up and down, gradually picking up the pace. Pinching her nipples and rolling her head back and forth, she seemed lost in another world. Leaning forward she whispered something into his ear. They both let out a gentle laugh at whatever she had said. Feeling the combined pangs of jealousy and lust, I watched her ass work up and down as she fucked him. Occasionally pausing, she would sit up and grind her hips in circles, driving his cock as deep as it would go into her hungry hole. I was about to go crazy with excitement, so I stepped up to the end of the table. As I did, I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushed her forward. She leaned over, her tits dangled in Tom's face. He wasted no time licking and sucking her nipples. Leaned over as she was, her ass was in the air and very accessible. I leaned forward and began to tongue her puckered hole, making it nice and slippery. Once she was lubed up I pointed my tongue and tried to penetrate her dusky opening. I began massaging her in the patch of skin between where Tom's cock was making her squirm and her rear passage. Feeling this new sensation, she moaned loudly and thrust her ass back toward me. Emboldened by her enthusiastic response, I pulled my tongue away and directly massaged her asshole with my thumb. Hearing another enthusiastic moan from my wife, I stuck my index finger in my mouth, getting it nice and wet. Pulling my finger out of my mouth, I placed it at the entrance to her ass. Melissa usually doesn't agree to anal that often, but seemed more than willing when my index finger penetrated her tight ring. "Oh, yes!" she said, grinding herself harder onto Tom. "I want to feel both of you inside me." Moving to the other end, in front of them and climbing onto the table, I straddled Tom's head and placed my cock in front of Melissa's face. I grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her head toward me, getting my cock nice and slippery as it entered her mouth. She sucked me hungrily as she continued to bounce on the truck driver's hard shaft. After a moment of her sucking, I withdrew from her mouth. Her lipstick was smeared and a string of saliva ran from the head of my cock to her lips. It was like a scene out of a porn movie, except this was my beautiful wife in the starring role instead of an actress. I could feel my cock swinging as I walked back to the other end of the table, again taking up position behind her. Climbing onto the table and straddling both of them, I grasped Melissa by her hips. I grabbed my cock and teased her little rosebud with its slick, helmet shaped head. "Stick it in me baby. Fuck my ass," urged my horny wife. Lining up with the entrance to her back door, I pressed forward and felt the tightness of her ass slowly give way to my slippery cock. I felt the tight ring of her sphincter stretching to accommodate me. I felt her incredible snugness as the head made it through, followed by the rest of my cock. Slowly easing into her ass, I could feel Tom's cock thrusting inside her pussy, stimulating my own cock in the process. "Unnnngh! That feels incredible," she shrieked as I buried my length in her ass. My head was spinning as we lived out another fantasy of ours. Melissa had experienced double penetration with my cock and her dildo, but having two live cocks in both of her holes had whipped her into a frenzy of sweaty, passionate sexuality. I don't know who was enjoying this more, me or her. My initial feelings of jealousy had been shoved aside by my overpowering lust. Melissa had put both her hands on the table and was wildly working her ass up and down at an ever increasing pace. I thought my heart might burst out of my chest if she kept this up much longer. "I'm cumming!" Melissa squealed as she bucked wildly on top of Tom's cock. With my cock buried in her ass at the same time, the feeling was almost unbearable. I could feel my own orgasm quickly approaching as Tom hollered that he too was going to cum. "I want you both to cum all over me," Melissa said. Tom and I pulled out of her holes, and Melissa flipped over onto her back. Tom and I stood on either side of her, furiously stroking our cocks as we fondled her tits and rubbed her sensitive clit with our free hands. "I want you to cum on my face," my wife begged, rolling over and sitting up on her knees with her feet behind her. Clasping her hands behind her back in a submissive pose, she closed her eyes and stuck her chin out in anticipation of a deluge of cum. "I'm cumming," Tom cried, climbing onto the attached bench and putting his cock close to Melissa's face. I watched as he started shooting his load. His first shot hit her in the side of the nose, the rest splashing her cheeks, hair and chin. When he was done shooting, she took his cock into her mouth to suckle his last few drops of cum. "Ooooh, that feels hot," I heard her say as she ran her finger across her cum plastered chin, gathering up some of Tom's sticky semen. She stuck her cum coated finger in her mouth and licked it clean. "Mmmmm, tastes good too," Melissa teased, looking at me. She then swiped her finger along her cheek, gathering up more of his semen. Licking her finger clean a second time. She wagged her tongue at me, showing me what she had gathered. I could clearly see the whiteness of his seed on her tongue. Withdrawing her into her mouth, I saw her swallow. She again stuck her tongue out to show me that it was empty. She beamed a slutty smile when she saw the look of lust I wore on my face. Her wicked smile and the sight of Tom's jism dripping from her pretty face onto her heaving tits sent me over the edge. I climbed onto the bench just as my cock started to erupt. My first shot hit her square in the face, covering her mouth with a large splash of my hot semen. My second shot was aimed lower, spraying her neck and tits as she leaned back and pressed her tits together. Using the copious amounts of spunk for lubrication, I rubbed my cock in the tunnel she had created. When I was finished, she cleaned my cock as she had Tom's. Opening my eyes, I noticed that the cum dripping from Melissa's face and tits had run down her torso, pooling in her belly button. What hadn't been caught in her belly button had run down between her legs and onto the table. She had a little cum river stretching from her face to her hairless snatch. I could smell the sweet, sweaty aroma of our three bodies as we came down from our sexual high. It had felt so good to finally cum, I thought I might pass out. I was seeing stars and my knees were shaking. I had to sit down next to her. Recovering slightly, I leaned over and planted a loving kiss on her cum covered lips. I could taste the combined juices as our tongues teased about. Pulling back just a bit, I whispered a soft "I love you" into her ear. The End

My Sisters and Me by drew Christmas was approaching at the speed of light, as it tends to do. I was frantically finishing up my shopping, on top of working overtime for some extra cash. Maddy had finished her finals, but I still rarely saw her. She had found plenty of other excuses to avoid me. Shopping, hanging with friends, preparing college applications – whatever. Maddy had also been making a habit of attending church with my mother every Sunday. It had been a long time since my sisters had accompanied mom at service. I, myself, hadn’t been to church since before living with my dad. As if that’s a surprise. Nonetheless, my mom took Maddy’s attendance as an opening to try and convince the rest of us. “Mom, I’m NOT going. I’m sorry,” Katie argued one Saturday night. Maddy, of course, was nowhere to be found. “Yeah, sorry Mom. Just not really my thing,” I agreed. “Salvation isn’t your thing, huh?” “It has nothing to do with my beliefs! I just don’t like the….church crowd,” Katie said. “They’re very judgy,” I pitched it. “YES!” “Oh, they are not!” Mom said. “It’s a very welcoming congregation. Ask your sister!” “She’s MIA. Again,” Katie said. “Well, they don’t judge her at all. And she had been absent just as long as you!” “Uggggghh! Let it go!” “You just want to go out and party tonight and every other Saturday. That’s why you won’t go!” “That’s not why!....Okay, well yeah that’s part of it,” Katie giggled. “And whatever happened to CJ?! He seemed like a nice man. I bet HE goes to church!” “Prolly does,” Katie muttered. “What’s THAT supposed to mean?!” “Nothing ma! Look, we just didn’t hit it off okay. And he’s like 8 years older than me! Why are you pushing so hard for us to be together?” Mom sighed. “I’m not,” she deflated. “I just want you to find someone.” “Mom. I’m twenty years old. I’ll be fine. Plus…these are why I need my Saturday nights free! To go out and find someone!” Katie smirked at me. “Oh, shut up,” Mom said. “Can you at least come Christmas Eve then? Both of you? For me?” Katie and I looked at each other. “We’ll think about it, okay mom?” I said. “Yeah,” Katie agreed. “Okay, good,” mom smiled and kissed us both, before heading off to bed. “Alright, well…I’m out. See ya,” Katie told me. “Where are you going?” I didn’t have plans for the night. “Kelly and I are hitting up the bars, trolling for some diiiiiiiiick,” She laughed, making sure my mom was out of hearing range. “Well, Kelly had a shot at some dick right here,” I paused and pointed both my thumbs back at myself, “before you messed things up for her.” “Oh no! I’m sure she’s just DEVASTATED that she missed out on the almighty Dick of Drew!” “Damn right she is,” I said smugly, which triggered an eye-roll. “But actually, some of my girlfriends from college that are still in town are having a gift exchange.” “Ahhh. Alright, well, enjoy your night,” I said. Katie left, and I went to grab a book. I lit a fire and put on some faint, classical music, and began to read. As I read, I lost track of time. The novel was very engrossing, and it had been a minute before I really had time to focus. But that didn’t last long. Hearing a key jab into the front door lock startled me. I heard the door swing open and shut, and footsteps made their way into the room. Maddy emerged into the kitchen. She didn’t notice me sitting on the couch. At first. She plopped her keys on the key ring and took her jacket off. She was wearing an NYU hoodie under the coat. She had jeans on, and her hair was worn down. She grabbed some water from the fridge and made her way toward the great room. “Oh!” She jumped, when she saw me. “Drew…I didn’t see you there,” she said softly. “Oh..uhhh…hey Maddy,” I replied awkwardly. We looked at each other for a bit. Likely both thinking of the last time we were alone together in this room. I certainly was. “Sooooo……” The silent tension became too much. I just wanted to get this over with. “Hey…Maddy. I just wanted to say….I mean….I never really…” “Drew, don’t,” Maddy interrupted. She looked around. “Is mom sleeping?” She whispered. “I think so? She went into her room a while ago.” Maddy let out a big breath. “Okay,” She sighed. She sat down on the chair across from me. I could tell she was nervous. But so was I. “Look, Drew. I think…well….we need to talk,” She paused, staring at me. Her normally blue eyes looked black from the darkness and dilation of her pupils. I looked back at her. “I mean….what we’ve been….doing. It’s like, well…it’s...bad. Like…REALLY…bad.” I just stared at her blankly, before nodding my head in agreement. “It’s not normal, Drew. I don’t know what I was thinking, and I’m sorry…but we need to stop.” “Okay,” I said. It came out uneven. “Okay?” “Okay.” I said it more firmly. “Good! Alright, I’m gonna head to bed, night!” She walked away and went up the stairs. She was right. Wasn’t she? Christmas Eve had come, and Katie and I still hadn’t given our mother an answer regarding church. Maddy and mom were out for lunch when Katie limped over to me. She had tweaked her knee during one of our soccer practices and was wearing a brace. “Hey, I think we should prolly just go to church tonight,” she said. “Yeah,” I replied, not really looking up from my phone. “It’s only an hour long.” “Okay.” “And it’s Christmas, right? It will make her happy.” “Katie, I said yes,” I laughed. “Okay, well…you didn’t seem too engaged. Just letting you know my thoughts.” “Hey, Katie…can I ask you something?” “Oh, God. Here we go…” “Shut up.” “I’m just giving you shit. Sure, what do you wanna talk about?” I took a deep breath. “Do you think…what we’ve been…doing,” I paused to look at her. She didn’t make any gestures, but I still knew she caught on to what I was referring to, “do you think it’s…wrong? She looked at me intensely, studying me. “Of course it is,” She finally said. Simply. “You do?” “Yeah. That’s kinda the point isn’t it?” She was very good at masking any emotions. “Well…don’t you think it’s gonna lead to some bad – I don’t know – karma? “Do I really seem like someone who believes in that type of thing?” I laughed. “No…guess not.” “Look, as long we don’t take things too far – I mean you’ve seen those flipper kids, right? – then we’re good. It’s just harmless fun.” “True.” She continued to study me. I wanted to ask it but I couldn’t force it out. “See ya at church, Drew.” She got up and left. I could’ve kicked myself for not asking her. It was the perfect moment. Just how far, was “too far?” I waited my turn to shower. It was the first time in a long time that all four of us needed to wash up at once. Afterward, I put on my dress pants, and buttoned up my shirt. Luckily, I still remembered how to tie a tie. I threw on my suit jacket and headed downstairs. “Owwwww!” Katie cat called me as I made my entrance. She looked stunning herself. She had on light make-up and some non-flashy jewelry. Her hair was worn down, and she had on a conservative white dress. Maddy was the last downstairs and looked as good as she did on the night of her dance, though, her dress was looser and she had a little sweater covering her shoulders and arms. “You gonna be okay to walk?” My mom asked Katie. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just take it slow,” she responded. As my family and I walked to church, some homeless dudes shouted out some ruder catcalls than what Katie had yelled my way earlier. We arrived at our destination and entered the cathedral. Some old members came up to Katie and I with excitement. I remembered only a few of their names. They greeted us, and wished us a Merry Christmas. They asked us briefly how things were going, but made no remarks about our nearly decade-long absence. We snuck into a row in the middle of the church, and some ushers handed us some candles. I took my seat to the right of Maddy and Katie. I glanced to my other side, and saw a familiar face. It took me a second to register, but once he waved eagerly at Maddy I realized it was Matt, her date to the dance. His suit still didn’t fit him. Maddy smiled back at him and I noticed he took a peak at Katie, before turning his gaze back to the front. The service began with some songs and then prayer. Katie and I faux-participated. There was some scripture reading, and a children’s event. The preacher then gave his sermon. It was light hearted, but long, and boring. Afterward, we took communion. Katie hung back, saying her knee was too sore. But I’m sure she didn’t feel right taking communion anyway. There were some more songs, and then, it was time for confession of sins. KLUNK KLUNK KLUNK KLUNK The sound of the congregation lowering their kneeling benches echoed throughout the building. Slowly, but surely, people got down on their knees. The elderly, and Katie, stayed seated in their pews. “Father, we confess that we have sinned against you…” The preacher bore on. I was kneeling there with my eyes shut, and my hands folded – but zoned out. Then, I felt a light tap on the back of my leg. I ignored it, thinking it was a cramp or something. Fucking soccer. But then, I felt it again. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Katie’s foot extended near my leg. She pulled her leg back close to her, and then leisurely spread them apart. She inched her dress up her thighs….and put her shaved clean pussy on full display for me. Holy Fuck! I nearly swallowed my tongue, and looked up at her. She had a slight smile on her face and a naughty twinkle in her eye. She raised her eyebrows at me. This too wrong for ya? My days of fighting the urge to look were done (okay, it was just one day), and I feasted on her pretty little slit. I gazed for what seemed like ages, and the longer I looked, the wetter she got. Fuck! This was so hot. Commando in church? Jesus. I looked around to see all the others with their eyes shut, and heads bowed in prayer, talking to God. Meanwhile, the devil herself sat across from me. Urging me, tempting me, begging me to enjoy her forbidden fruit. I etched her kitty into my memory, as she carefully pulled her legs back together. The prayer ended, and the others opened their eyes, not having a clue what they had missed. They raised their kneeling benches back up and sat back for the closing hymn. The lights dimmed and everyone began to sing Silent Night. It actually sounded pretty good, hearing the congregation in harmony. One by one, everyone passed the flame of their candle to their neighbor’s. As Maddy was trying to light Katie’s candle, she accidentally tipped her own too far, and dripped some hot wax onto Katie’s dress. “Oh shoot! I’m sorry Katie!” Maddy whispered. She instinctively lifted up Katie’s dress to get the wax off…and saw what her big sister was concealing. “Huh!” Maddy gasped at the sight of Katie’s commando cooch. “Maddy stop! Put it down!” Katie spat with ferocity. Maddy was leaning forward and blocking my mom’s view. But my mom was lost in the magic of the song anyway. Matt, however, was lost in the magic of Katie’s hot, bald vagina. He leaned over me with glee, enjoying the best Christmas present he would get this year. Katie saw him, and shot her hand down to shield his view. Maddy dropped the dress and looked at Katie, then at me and Matt, then back at Katie. She seemed…slightly disgusted, slightly confused. She turned away and went back to the song. Matt sat there grinning, looking at the two of us. Eventually, I lit his candle, and he sunk back over to his family. I caught Katie grimacing at me. “Yiiiikes,” she whispered. Yikes indeed. I can’t say I was looking forward to our first soccer game, but it arrived before I knew it, nonetheless. The first team we played didn’t look too threatening. They had some gawky looking dudes and some older girls who, probably drank a bit too much in college, and were well past their prime athletic years. Jordan, Kyle, and myself were joined by a fourth guy named Evan. Kelly knew him from college, and had played intramurals with him in the past. He seemed friendly enough and looked to be in great shape. Our girls emerged from the locker room and you could begin to see the intimidation, jealousy, and attraction on the opponents’ faces. The girls all had their hair tied up into tight ponytails with those bright elastic headbands in front. They had on their t-shirt jerseys and loose-fitting athletic shorts, showing off their toned thighs. I’m a sucker for chicks in athletic wear, but I wasn’t the only one checking them out. Our fourth girl was another one of Kelly’s friends, Brittany. Brittany knew Kelly through their women’s league at the same rec center. She was a taller black girl, with curly hair and a slim build. She had model-like bone structure and a bright smile. This was most of us’ first time meeting her. I offered to start the game on the bench, being the most inexperienced one on the team. Maddy joined me, as she was the youngest. The game started and it didn’t take long for the talent disparity between the two teams to rear its head. Brittany scored within 45 seconds, and we cheered her on. “Nice shot, Brit!” Maddy cried out. She had yet to say a word to me on the bench. She had been cold toward Katie and I since Christmas Eve. But at least she was no longer completely avoiding me. I guess that was a start. But it was still awkward sitting there in silence. “When should we check in?” I asked her a few minutes later. “Let’s give them some time to settle in…” She replied, without taking her eyes away from the action. “Okay,” I muttered. The game went on and Katie and Evan both scored. Maddy cheered loudly for Evan, not so much for her big sister. But it turned out she didn’t need to be loud for her. “YEAAAAAAAAH KAAAAAY!” Kyle boomed out from the goalie box. Both Brittany and Katie gave him weird looks. Kelly laughed. He either didn’t notice, or didn’t give a shit. He sat back there looking bored to death. I don’t think the other team made it across midfield one time. It was nearing time for Maddy and I to check in. She turned to finally look at me, but remained expressionless. “Nervous?” She asked, in a more serious manner than her usual. “Nah, you taught me well in practice, I think I’m ready,” I tried to get on her good side. She barely acknowledged the comment. We both subbed ourselves into the game replacing Brittany and Jordan. Katie saw me walking onto the field and yelled out “Oh shit! Kyle, better get ready back there!” She laughed. I guess she was willing to sacrifice ignoring Kyle for the sake of her joke. “I stay ready Katie!” He yelled back. Katie rolled her eyes. The game began again and I pretty much just tried to stay out of people’s way. The ball did come to me a few times and I passed it back to my teammates as quickly as I could. One time, Maddy set me up with a perfect pass and I had a wide-open look at the net. This was it. My chance to score, and then celebrate with Maddy for her assist. But I got too ahead of myself. I tried to kick it as hard I could, and I nearly whiffed entirely. The other team took over possession. “Bahahahaha!” Kyle laughed from his box. Katie was near me. She smiled at me, but didn’t laugh. “Next time,” she encouraged. Maddy had already put her head down and ran back on defense. The rest of the game was pretty boring. We blew them out, 8-0. Everyone on our team scored at least one goal, other than Kyle and myself. The other team was gracious enough in defeat, though, you could tell the women on their team were a little peeved. We made our way back to the locker room. The rec center was entirely empty by this time at night. It was only still open for the soccer league. “So, who you think will score first this year, Drew. Me or you?” Kyle asked. “Probably you,” I laughed it off. “Give him a break, Kyle, he’s never played before,” Jordan said. “Besides, you’ve seen what he can do on the basketball court.” “I’m just giving him shit, lighten up. I know he doesn’t care about soccer. Right Drew?” “Right…” Evan sat there silently, giving us some courtesy laughs. He didn’t shower and was the first out the door. Kyle followed him. Jordan and myself hit the showers. The water had strong pressure and stayed nice and hot throughout. I basked in the steam and lost track of time. When I finally turned the faucet off, I didn’t hear a peep. Evidently, Jordan had already finished and took off. I cleared my eyes from the water and opened the curtain to grab my towel – except it was missing. I looked around for a bit, not seeing it anywhere. “Ha. Ha! Jordan, you got me!” I called out with sarcasm. I stayed in my shower stall for a bit to see if he would reveal himself with my towel. No such luck. “Motherfucker…” I mumbled to myself and stepped out into the cold. I walked across the tile, shivering as I did so, over to the locker area where the spare towels were. “SURPRISE!!!” Katie jumped out from behind a corner and I nearly had a heart attack. “FUCK! KATIE!” I screamed. I shot both my hands to cover up my package. She was laughing like a maniac, pointing at me. “You should’ve seen your face!” “You could’ve put me in the hospital!” I continued to cup my junk. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), there wasn’t much to hide as I was freezing on top of being startled. The shrinkage was real. Katie, meanwhile, was fully dressed in a hoodie and leggings. Her hair was now wet and curly and draped past her shoulders. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic you big baby. Just give us a look! You’ve seen us!” “Us?” I shuttered. Katie nodded toward the locker room entrance. I turned to see Maddy standing under the doorway with her arms crossed. She didn’t look too amused. But regardless, she was still checking me out in my naked state. She remained silent, but raised her eyebrows to greet me. “Peek-a-boo!” Katie lunged at me while I was distracted. She was able to pull my left arm away and my right one instinctively swatted at her. She got a split-second flash of my shriveled dick before I turned my back to her. “Ohhhhh!” She cried out with glee. “I saw it! I saw it! Just a liiiitle guy!” “Fuck off! It’s cold!” I looked back at her. She was staring at my uncovered ass, and seemed to enjoy the view. “Dainty Drew!” She giggled. “Why are you in here anyway?!” “To get a peek, duh. Like I said, it’s our turn to see you,” Katie replied, still ogling my backside. I shot a look at Maddy, who quickly looked away. “You guys are gonna get in trouble.” “By who? That high school kid who’s infatuated with me? Doubt it. Face it, bro, we’re not leaving till you let us see it.” “Actually, Katie… I am. This is childish. And he clearly doesn’t want us in here,” Maddy spoke up. Katie’s brow furrowed, and she glared at her little sister. “Since when did you become such a goody-two-shoe?” “What?” Maddy snapped back. “You’ve been boring as fuck, lately. And apparently, a church girl now?” “Just saying there’s a time and place, Katie,” Maddy began, coolly, “and person for that matter. Also, every guy is gonna be ‘dainty’ when you pull this stupid crap on them.” She turned and stormed out of the room. “You seem pretty certain of that?!” Katie yelled after her, but she was gone. Katie addressed me. “What is WITH her lately? She sucks! She’s like the second coming of Aunt Nancy.” I shrugged at her. “Alright, wellllllllll…now this is all kinds of awkward, thanks to her. Here ya go, dude.” Katie reached a towel out to me. She took one last good look at my ass and walked out of the room. I finished getting dressed and met my sisters in the lobby. There was no one else to be found, other than Katie’s “stalker” who waved at us. “Night guys,” he said. None of us responded. Maddy walked about ten feet in front of us the entire walk home, not saying a word. There had been no other post game shower incidences since that first week. Perhaps Katie took Maddy’s words to heart. But there was some building tension between my two sisters. And it wasn’t fun, like it had been in the past. I much preferred how things were prior to Maddy and I’s…. mishap. Our next few games went similar to the first. It seemed Kelly had signed us up for a league that was probably not competitive enough. Our team had yet to give up a goal – and I had yet to score one. Unfortunately for me, Kyle managed to get his goal, three games in. All the way from the goalie box when the other team had pulled their goalie in a stupid attempt to have some sort of offensive advantage. And he wasn’t going to let me hear the end of it. “C’mon bro, it’s eaaaaaaaasy in this league!” He said, as he laced up his shoes before our fifth game. The truth is, I really wouldn’t give a shit if he didn’t keep bringing it up. This game, I told myself, I was going to take a shot at the goal every time I got the ball. Even if it hurt the team. Not like we were gonna lose anyway. Maddy was away on a retreat so she was out this game, meaning we only had one sub. Even though everyone knew I was by far our worst player, my teammates had a fair rotation going as far as who sat out first. I started the game and stuck to my game plan. I took 5 shots at the goal in the first five minutes. All of them were heavily defended shots – and none of them were close. “Dainty Drew! What’s gotten into you today?” Katie whispered to me on the bench during a timeout. She hadn’t let anyone else know about her new nickname for me for obvious reasons. “You got money on this game or something?” “I just wanna score!” I groaned. “Kyle won’t shut the fuck up about it.” “Who gives a shit what Kyle says? I thought you were playing good the first weeks.” “You did?” “I mean…relatively speaking you know? Yeah!” She said. “Plus, this team actually isn’t that bad, so uhh….pass the ball.” She winked, and ran back out on the field. “Don’t listen to her Drew,” Kyle popped up behind me. I hadn’t even noticed him. “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” “Drew…let’s try and relax a little, no?” Brittany smiled at me. “Don’t need to force anything.” Well, I could see my strategy was being noticed – and not in a good way. If we were playing basketball I would be pissed if some dipshit who never played before wouldn’t stop shooting. So, I wised up, and adjusted my game. We went back out there and I had a nice pass to Evan for our first goal of the game. “Nice pass, man,” he gave me a high five. The game wore on and I hadn’t taken any more shots. Katie was right, this team was pretty good. They kept it close nearing the end of the game and were only down 1-0. I couldn’t help but think to myself that I should probably be on the bench during crunch time. But Jordan was gassed, and needed a breather. The other team was putting the pressure on and got off a couple clean shots at our goal. Kyle blocked both of them – barely. He really was a great goalie. On the second block the ball bounced back out to one the girls on the other team, but Katie pounced at her from behind and stole the ball. I had seen Katie make her move and my instincts took over. I took off down the field toward the other team’s goal and Katie saw me. I was faster than everyone there and she launched the ball out in front of me. I had a wide-open run at the net and the other goalie came out to desperately try and beat me to Katie’s pass. He was too slow, and I tapped the ball away from him. “Yeah Drew!” I heard Kelly cry out. The ball rolled (luckily if I’m being honest) slowly into the net and secured the victory for us. My teammates all came running out to congratulate me and I gotta say, it felt good. Maybe soccer wasn’t that bad after all. “Nice shot! Made up for the beginning of the game,” Katie grinned at me. “Nice pass,” I replied. “Nice shot dude, guess I gotta score another one now,” Kyle said in a cocky manner. We celebrated our win and shook the other team’s hands. They were pretty friendly, despite losing such a close game. We made our way to the locker room. “That really was a sick shot, Drew,” Jordan said. “Perfect finesse!” Evan pitched in. Once again, he took off without showering. Same with Kyle. Not sure why they liked walking through the frigid January weather all sweaty. That’s one of the most uncomfortable things to me. Jordan and I were the only ones left, and once again I took my good old time. Katie and Maddy took forever the past few weeks when they weren’t trying to creep on me so I figured why rush. I turned the faucet off, swung the curtain open, only to once again find an empty towel rack. This time, I wasn’t surprised. “God damnit Katie! What, now that Maddy’s not here to scold you, you’re back to your childish ways?” I called out, loudly. “Basically,” I heard her voice from around the corner. She emerged into my sight, but this time, she was only wearing a towel of her own. The towel was wrapped tightly across her chest, her dark wet hair cascading over it. She still had water droplets on her shoulders. I cupped my cock and balls and looked at her. “You know you’re playing with fire if you’re really not wearing anything on underneath that,” I said. “Come find out,” She gave me a playful smile and waltzed away toward the lockers. ‘I will!” I hurried after her, making sure not to slip on the tile. “Ahhh!” She screamed and tip-toed as quick as she could through the locker maze. I continued to chase, while hiding my privates from her. “Don’t act like you need both hands, Dainty Drew!” She laughed. “Fuck off!” I was nearing her. She turned back, looking at my palmed sack. I released one hand and swiped at her towel, but missed. “Ahhh!” She turned the corner and made her way to the sauna area. I followed, and eventually got her backed up into the corner. “Trapped. Like. A. Rat.” I caught my breath, and stood in front of her. “I still got some tricks” “And what’s that?” She took a deep breath, and looked past me, surveying a way out. I inched closer to her. She gave me a bashful grin, and dimples arose in her cheeks. She turned her head to the side, averting my gaze. “Taa daa!” She lifted the bottom of her towel confirming that nothing was on underneath. I never got tired of seeing her cute little cooch and this gave her the split-second distraction that she needed. As I stared, she dropped her towel back down to cover and took off past me, heading back toward the lockers. “Oh no you don’t!” I turned and chased her back to the open shower area. I had her trapped again, but this time, I wasn’t going to be the one outsmarted. My dick was coming alive after Katie flashing me. It was no longer shrunken and cold…Fuck it. I released my hands and let my growing – but still floppy – penis dangle around for her pleasure. Her eyes lit up and I made my move. I grabbed hold of her towel, and whisked it off, revealing my big sister’s butt naked body. “Nooooo!” She squealed as I FINALLY got a full-on look at her big, bare titties. And they didn’t disappoint. They looked firm and heavy, yet gravity-defying as they jiggled around on the top of her chest. She had nice sized, soft nips that pointed straight ahead. She dropped one hand over her puss, as I put a hand back down to hide my rapidly stiffening cock. She stared at me with amusement as I eye-fucked the shit out of her rack. “Like what ya see?” She just came out and said it. “mmm hmmm” was all I could get out. “Good….now let me see you!” She shot both her arms at my covering hand and grasped tightly at my wrist. She slowly tried to pry away my arm as I attempted to hold strong. But it was a losing battle for me. At this point, I didn’t really care, anyway. My dick was at full salute after getting my first full frontal views of Katie. I had nothing to hide, and she was about to see just how “dainty” I actually was. “Ha!” She cried out triumphantly as my boner sprung itself into view. She took a step back to enjoy it, while I enjoyed her. For roughly ten seconds, we stood facing each other, brother and sister, both naked as jaybirds. Seeing her tits, waist, hips, and pussy in one full view was fucking INCREDIBLE. After our brief moment of drooling over one another, Katie was the first to make a move. She lunged toward me, reached out, and gave my balls a little tickle. She giggled with delight at my reaction and I made an effort to reciprocate the move – tickle her kitty, that is. But I missed. My fingers instead finding themselves on the inside of her thigh. “Noo Nooo Don’t!” She laughed, and spun around. As she did so, my hands fumbled around all over her nude, smooth body. And booooy was she smooth. All over. My hands found themselves on her squishy, lively boobies and she yelped in a light hearted manner, as if to say I can’t believe I’m doing this! Her naturally tan skin was still shimmering from her shower and my hands slid downward for another attempt at her vag. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” She squealed louder than ever, as this time, my fingers were more accurate, and caressed her slim, soft pussy. “Ohh!” I exhaled a little gasp when I noticed her box was much wetter than the remainder of her body. She narrowed her eyes and gave me a perplexing look. What did you expect? Katie reached back down and grasped my balls with one hand, while using the other to tug a few times on my rigid cock. Not wanting a repeat of my “Maddy Incident,” (could you imagine the nicknames Katie would come up with?) I spun away from her. But she wasn’t gonna give up that easily. We ended up wrestling and wiggling around, slippery and butt-ass-naked, enjoying priceless feels of each other’s fun parts. “Oh my, folks! Look what we have here…” A familiar voice sneered into the shower room, interrupting our dance. “Whaaa?” Katie blurted out. She let go of me, and both of us turned to face the entrance. Kyle was standing there, a shit-eating grin on his face, his phone held up, and its camera pointed right at us. Katie frantically maneuvered her hands to hide her tits and pussy. I did the same with my own privates. “Are you…live streaming?” Her voice quavered with fear and uncertainty. I glanced over and noticed her bottom lip quivering. Kyle’s smirk widened. His eyes locked on my sister’s body. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” was all he said. Katie’s face flushed crimson. I saw her doe eyes darting around the open room, looking for something, anything, to help us escape. Kyle’s own bloodshot eyes rose above her chest to see the anxiety etched all over her face. He chuckled. “Relax…lucky for you two, I’m not.” Katie exhaled, and her shoulders sagged a bit. She paused for a second, then took one step toward the lockers – where a towel was sitting on the bench. “Ah ah ah!” Kyle put up a finger to stop her and she obeyed. His phone was still held up in front of him – it may as well have been a loaded gun. Katie took a step back, next to me. There was a moment of silence, before Kyle burst out laughing. “I KNEW it! I FUCKING knew it!” he announced with jubilation. “I KNEW you two were fucking!” “We are not!” I said. He ignored me. “From the moment you flashed your little snatch on Halloween, to all the ‘teasing’ you guys do during our games. Could you be any more obvious?” Katie said nothing. Her whole body was shaking. “Hahaha, you whores are all the same!” Katie’s eyes flickered at the title. “So cock-hungry you’d do anything to get it. But your own BROTHER? That’s taking the whoreness to a WHOLE new level!” My sister’s eyes were blinking very fast, perhaps fighting back tears. On the other hand, I don’t think I saw Kyle blink one time as he stared at her. It was very unsettling. Katie was right about this dude all along. “Okay, you caught us,” she said in a soft, defeated manner. “You were right. Okay?” Her gaze looked briefly at his phone, then back up to him. “Please stop filming.” She begged. Kyle let out a sigh of pleasure. “Okayyyyyy….” He lowered the camera. Katie took another step forward. “But you better stay put!” She paused. “Or I’ll send this bad boy to everyone…” “…And you’ll be put in jail for nonconsensual porn.” “You’ll still be buck nekkid all over the internet,” he hissed at her, not laughing. “…With your brother’s hard-on slapping all over your whore body.” “Dude….What. The. Fuck.” I spoke up. He looked at me, in a more normal manner. “Sorry, Drew. But she’s been a raging bitch to me ever since I met her!” “Cause you do shit like this!” Katie laughed with exasperation. “Yeah, man…this is….pretty fucked up.” “It’s creepy as fuck you incel freak!” Katie snapped. “And fucking your brother isn’t!?” “We’re NOT fucking!” I said it again. “We were just…fooling around…a little bit.” Katie said ashamedly. “Bahahaha!” Kyle laughed. “You were clearly doing more than that! You want me to roll back the footage?” “No.” Suddenly, another male voice, higher pitched, echoed into the locker room. “Can I come in now, Kyle?” It asked. Katie shot her eyes over to the door, and desperately pressed her hands tighter against her kitty and boobs. A nasty smirk spread across Kyle’s face. “Sure, Collin.” The high school rec center employee – Katie’s ‘stalker’ – walked into the room with a euphoric look on his face. His eyes turned to saucers once he saw my sister, bare naked, covering what little she could with only her hands. “Hoooooolly shit!” Collin said. Kyle laughed again. “Yeaaah. I told you.” The two of them looked at us. Seeing them standing next to each other, I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. I must’ve have had a puzzled look on my face, because Kyle offered an explanation without me asking. “My little cousin here was the one who tipped me off. You know, about you two always staying extra late after our games.” Katie’s jaw dropped when he said it. She briefly glanced over to me. Her eyes narrowed. I TOLD YOU! “And I knew you were up to something…so I decided to hang around today and find out.” He paused, then looked back at us. “And LUCKY me!” Collin stepped further into the room to get a better view. Katie stepped backward as he did so. “What do you want from us?” Her voice trembled again. “You’ve already seen me. You have your little video. And if you show it to anyone, you’ll ruin three of our lives…” She stopped and looked at Collin. “Probably all four, actually….so, what do you want?” “Well for one, I want you to stop being such a cunt to me,” “Fine!” Katie interrupted anxiously. “Done! I’m sorry I was before. I really am!” She pleaded. “Yeaaaaah…we’ll see how sorry you actually are.” He said with doubt. “Second thing…I promised young Collin here a look of his own, you see.” Despite it being hot and steamy in the shower room, Katie began to shiver. “Of what?” She was barely audible. Kyle’s smirk went ear-to-ear. “Everything.” Katie’s posture stiffened and her eyelids closed as reality set in. I don’t know if she was expecting to hear a different response. Her chest rose rapidly as her inspirations increased. I’m sure her thoughts were racing. Her lids opened back up and she began to once again scan the room. Her dark brown eyes landed on me and I could see they were full of fear. Do I really have to? I had no way out for her, but I had to try. “C’mon Kyle, that’s too far! You’ve had your fun. I thought we were friends?” “I didn’t hear you standing up for me when she was being all bitchy to me,” he said. “I mean, what did you want me to say?” “ANYTHING!” He shouted. “Tell her to shut the fuck up! You can get your pick of chicks, why do you put your own sister’s pussy on a pedestal?!” The veins began popping out of his forehead. “Also, acting like I was some idiot when I pointed out your guys’ bullshit…but it turns out I was right all along!” By this point, I’d had enough of this fool. All bridges and any sliver of friendship had been burnt to the ground. “You know I can beat the shit out of you, right? I stepped forward. “Or had you forgotten that little tidbit?” “Naked?” He asked, a little more nervous than he’d been 10 seconds ago. “Yeah.” I released my hands from my dick and the two guys looked briefly at my member, before looking back up at me. They both took a step back as I took another forward. “It’ll be two against one,” Collin squeaked. “Shut the fuck up,” I responded. I clenched my fists. Kyle reciprocated. I was closing in on him. We both raised our arms. “STOP!” Katie’s voice was much more assertive than before. “Drew stop!...Both of you idiots, just stop it!” We all turned to look at her. “If you guys fight, EVERYONE will find out about this! It’ll only cause more problems.” We all looked at her, dumbly. I relaxed my fists and put them back over my package. We all continued to look at her. She took a deep, nervous, sigh. “I’ll do it, alright?....I’ll do it,” she sounded defeated. Excitement crept back onto Kyle and Collin’s faces. “But both of you need to put your phones face down over on the bench,” She commanded. “Done!” Collin anxiously pulled his phone out of his pocket and rushed over to the bench. He came back to his viewing spot with both his hands in the air to show he wasn’t hiding anything. Kyle did the same, in a slower manner. They lined up next to each other, and stood there silently for a bit. Katie continued to cover – and quiver. I backed up closer to her. “Well?” Kyle said. “Here,” Katie took a deep exhale, dropped her top arm, and exposed her round bouncy titties to the cousins. Her nips were perfectly upright and faced straight ahead. But her eyes looked down and away in shame. “ohhhhhh,” Collin let out a little moan. I didn’t bother to look at those two morons. My gaze locked onto my sister’s rack – who knows if I’d ever see it again after tonight. Still not making eye contact, and without being asked, Katie slowly spun around and showed off her bare ass. Her cheeks clenched and unclenched with nervousness, jiggling as they did so. I had forgotten how shapely her rear was. “Duuuude…” Colin blurted out. Katie completed a 360 and her boobs swung back and forth on her chest. She left them uncovered, and worked up the courage to face her tormentor. She raised her eyebrows at him, and gave him an annoyed look. “Okay?” “Come onnnn Katie…you’re smarter than that! You know you’re not done,” he responded. Her posture slumped again and she rolled her eyes. She frowned. “You know, I actually didn’t get that good of a look earlier and I’m curious,” Kyle began. “You still have that little bush you had at the airport?” Katie winced, but Kyle didn’t stop. “Did you grow that for Drew?” He turned to me. “Is that your preference Drew? A hairy box?” Katie blinked back tears and turned her head to the wall in embarrassment. “Here!” She dropped her lower hand to her thigh and her last bit of modesty faded away. Katie’s cleeeean-shaven pussy was bared against her will. “NIIIIIIICE!” Collin erupted. “Ha! Razored smooth…typical whore,” Kyle scoffed. “Check out the buck-naked slut Collin!” But Collin didn’t need an invitation. He was already maneuvering forward with a hungry look on his face. I stepped toward him and stretched my arm out to stop him from getting any closer. My hard-as-a-rock cock was no longer able to be covered with just one hand, and Kyle took his eyes off Katie long enough to notice it. “Bahahaha! Welp, no denying it now, Drew...You LOVVVE seeing that lil’ bald cooch!” Katie looked at him with disgust and covered herself back up. “What’s the matter, Katie? Don’t you wanna touch it? You were trying to earlier! My sister shuttered again at the comment, but I did see her sneak a peek at me - perhaps to confirm that I was erect, perhaps to get one last look. She then took off. Cupping her tits and pussy, she was able to keep her front side controlled, but her bare butt bounced chaotically as she hurried over to a towel. The three of us were entranced. Once Katie reached her safety valve she quickly and efficiently wrapped herself up in the cotton. Breathing heavily and still shaking, she turned to face Kyle. “You’re a fucking pervert freak,” she said calmly, but with biting hatred. “And you’re gonna get what’s coming to you.” He just stood there smirking at her. She turned and stormed past Collin who remained in a trance. She exited the locker room, leaving me standing there, still nude, with the cousins. Eventually, Kyle looked at me, a satisfied expression on his face. Neither of us said anything. And then I pounced. Like my high school days playing defensive end, I exploded with power and speed. Only now, the quarterback I was after wasn’t some cocky kid with a good arm. It was a small little iPhone,that stored a life-shattering video on it. Kyle was taken by surprise, but he had a good 10-foot head start. He beat me to his phone but I was determined to wrestle it away. His stupid grin was now replaced with repulsion as my hairy body slammed against him. “Collin!” His arm was stretched as far away from me as he could muster. “Catch!” He was barely able to toss the phone to his younger cousin right as I tackled him against the bench. His body hit the wood with force. “AHHH! FUCK!” He shrieked with pain. Collin caught the phone and sprinted out of the room. By the time I was able to stand up and chase after him – barefoot – it was futile. He was at least 50 yards away and scurried into the rec center office. I ran up to the door, still ass naked out in the middle of the rec center, and turned the knob with frustration. “FUCK YOU PUSSY!” I yelled. But it was done. Short of full-blown assault against Kyle, there was nothing left I could do. And Katie and I were in BIG trouble.

Making Secrets by Exhibitionist_Couple Making Secrets pt.2 I woke up the next morning with both a smile and a horny pussy. How is it that after getting fucked three times yesterday, I could still wake up wanting more?! Just replaying yesterday's events in my mind... the look of Ben's face when I was naked in front of him... I craved more! I removed my sleeping mask and sat up in bed. I was still nude from having sex before going to bed, so I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and looked out the window door that led to the backyard/pool. It was beautiful outside, and the weather forecasts it will be all week. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I have to admit... I looked hot, lol. Hair a little messed up, nipples poking hard against my t-shirt, baggy shorts... not necessarily conventionally sexy, but sexy never the less. I walked out of my room to see if Ben was in the living room, but I could hear his games playing in the room he was staying in. I walked in and asked how he slept. He told me "I kept waking up, so I didn't get a lot of sleep". It didn't take long for him to notice my bra less t-shirt, as he paused the game to awkwardly stare. "I'm sorry to hear that" I replied. "I have sleeping pills you can take tonight, or would a sleep mask help?". He just kept looking at my tits (which I made sway by moving around a bit) and replied "nah, it's OK". I told him I was going to get a jump on my work, and that he could always take a nap if he wanted. I felt him staring at my ass again as I walked away. Once in my office it was difficult to focus on my work. I kept thinking about ways to let Ben see me in various states of being undressed, without making it obvious I wanted him to see. I wasn't sure how I'd make it happen, but I figured I'd take any opportunity I could find! I had to force my self to stop thinking about it so that I could get work finished and actually act on it! Once done I went to Ben's room, and he was on his bed looking at his tablet. He was so focused on what he was looking at that he didn't hear me walk up... and he had his cock in his hands. I slowly backed up so he wouldn't notice me, and once out of view I slipped my hand up my shorts and gave my pussy a quick rub. I didn't expect seeing his hard dick to turn me on so much! I didn't want to walk that way again and make him feel bad by catching him, so I went to my room to play with myself for a bit while thinking about what I just saw. My shorts were so loose around the legs that I could rub it easily... and then I realized that he could probably see my naked pussy easily if I laid just right. So I went through the bathroom, and knocked on his door in the shared bathroom. He waited a second and then told me to come in. He was still on his bed with his tablet, but he had his dick put away (although his erection was still very evident). I asked how he was doing, and he stared at my tits again and said he was good. I jokingly asked, "what are you looking at on the tablet, naked girls?". He turned red and said "no, just gaming stuff.". I looked at him with a smile and said "It's OK, it's normal for guys to look at porn online. There's no need for you to be embarrassed by it... it'd be weird if you didn't look at stuff like that, actually". He looked at me and said "I guess". I said "I was just teasing you, I fully expect you to look at stuff like that. It's not like you're a little kid. All adults look at stuff like that, and all adults masterbate". He looked at my face a little shocked when I said that last part. I smiled at him and said "yes, girls do too. Never feel guilty about any of that". He smiled at me at stared at my nipples trying to poke through my t-shirt. "Anyway" I said as I sat on his bed, "I was going to ask if you could help me with my left leg... it gets sore and needs to be stretched and rubbed sometimes. Would you mind helping me out?". He looked at my shorts and said "sure, no problem" with a small grin. I scooted back on the bed so my upper body was against the wall (making sure all the slack from my shorts was pulled to one side... making it easy to gap wide, which I pretended not to notice but I could see he did). I said "just push and pull the leg around slowly, but not to far that it hurts... I'll let you know if it does". He looked at me a bit confused and said "just move it around?". I said "yeah, like stretch it different ways, rotate it, stuff like that". He grabbed my leg (which instantly turned me on, because I knew the next step was him looking at my pussy) and said "sure". Of course the first thing he did was stretch my leg apart, which led to a fast open view of my naked pussy. It didn't take long for him to notice, as his eyes darted between my legs and staid there. The shorts were gaping so much I could feel the cool air on my pussy... I knew the shorts weren't obstructing his view at all, and he was clearly liking it. I felt so slutty, letting him spread my legs so he could look at my pussy... all while pretending I had no idea. I could see in his eyes he was looking at my pussy while moving my leg around in different ways so he could manipulate my pussy lips. I pulled out my phone and said something about checking today's news... but I just wanted him to think I was distracted so he could look at my pussy without concern of being caught. He started to bend my knee and push forward a bit, which I could feel make my pussy open up a bit. I kept staring at my phone and said "that feels good, go ahead and push hard like that". He didn't even look up at me, he just did it while keeping his eyes on the prize... and I could feel my pussy gap open, and I knew he had a great (and now closer view). I put my phone on silent, and snuck a picture to send to Peter. You could see in the picture that Ben was holding up my leg and looking down at my gaping shorts, and I sent it with the caption 'no panties '. Peter replied back and said "Mmmm you're such a good little slut tease". I figured it had probably gone on to long, although he didn't seem to want to stop for some reason... I said "Thanks, that really helped a lot". He said "no problem, anytime... just let me know". I told him I appreciated that. I said I was going to get in the hot tub and asked if he wanted to join me. He said he would and then paused and said "which bathing suit are you going to wear?". I actually hadn't thought about it, but decided to have some fun with it. I said "good question, let me see. Go ahead and change into your bathing suit, and I'll see if I can pick one out". I left his door and my door to the shared bathroom open, leaving a straight path as I went into my room. It took him no time at all to change into his swim shorts, and walk over and ask if I figured it out. I held up the first bathing I tried on in the dressing room, and the third one... "I'm not sure which one to try out first" I said, knowing he would suggest the first one, because it barely contained my tits. "Hmmm... "He said, as if he didn't know which one he'd pick. "Probably the first one". I acted nonchalant about it and said "OK, I'll meet you out there". I started to lift up my shirt, but he was still standing there, so I paused and jokingly said with a smile "go on, you little perv" and giggled. He smiled and went out the glass door to the backyard. Once I got out there, he was already in the hot tub. I walked up to the hot tub (careful not to move to quickly and have my tits exposed before I even got in), and slowly sat down across from Ben. "Ahhh... that'll help get the soreness out" I said as I settled in. I could see he was looking at my top, I'm sure hoping my boobs would fall out again. Ben said "this is really nice.... how often do you guys use the hot tub?". I said "at least a few times a week... whenever we're sore or just want to relax". I looked down at my top, seeing it was barely containing my nipples. "This is the first time I've worn a bathing suit in the hot tub... it's usually just Peter and I, so we don't usually bother putting one on. Ben smiled and said "feel free to go all natural, I won't mind". I smiled back and said "no way, Peter would kill me" and laughed. "You got lucky you got to see my tits pop out in the dressing room, that was enough". Ben smiled, knowing he saw a lot more than that, but didn't think I knew. I also knew I would "accidentally" fall out of my top again soon... I was just biding my time. Ben was quite for a bit, and suddenly said "Diana, can I ask... ah, never mind". Of course I wasn't going to let that go, I was way to curious. "It's OK Ben, you can ask me anything.... what is it?" Ben looked at me for a few seconds and said "you said girls masterbate... but do they do it as often as guys?" I smiled and said "honestly, not as often as most guys, but we do still enjoy it from time to time". Ben looked down and then back up to me and asked "how often do you?". I wasn't quite prepared for him to ask me that, but I did say he could ask me anything... I said "well... I probably shouldn't say this to you, but between the two of us... I do it a lot more often than most girls... I have a really high sex drive, and get aroused easily... and Peter's not usually around, so...". I paused and said "I really shouldn't be telling you this... but I know it'll stay between us". Ben smiled, and I noticed he was rubbing his crotch under the bubbles... it wasn't clear, but I could tell. I asked him "so... I told you about me... how often do you masterbate?". He sheepishly smiled and shrugged, then said "a few times here and there". I didn't want to embarrass him, so I told him "most guys your age do it multiple times a day... nothing to be ashamed of". I paused and then said "matter of fact, just between us, I did it this morning". I smiled, and he smiled back and said "I did too". I lifted my hand and said "Hi five", and he responded with a high five, and when he snacked my hand, I allowed my tits to pop out of my bikini to again... all it took was a little bounce. I acted like I didn't notice at first, while Ben obviously stared. I then looked down and said "when did that happen?". Ben smiled and said just now during our high five. I looked back down and saw one boob was completely out, and the other had just the nipple peek out. I blatantly hesitated to cover up while pointing out the "accident", saying "well, I guess you get to see them one more time" and giggled. He laughed as well while never taking his eyes off of my chest. I said "OK, that's enough" while slowly adjusting to cover them up. As I adjusted I said "I don't know why I bother, you've already seen them a couple times now", as I finally got them both covered. Ben was quick to reply to that, and said "I don't mind if you want to go topless. You did mention that you usually use the hot tub nude" with a witty smirk. I looked at him and said "True, but I can't be in here without my top while you're in here with me! Peter would freak" Been smiled, but also looked a bit disappointed. "Although" I said, "you have already seen my tits twice now... so maybe it doesn't matter at this point... as long as Peter doesn't know". Ben looked at me and said "It's settled then, let them free". I laughed and said "i guess.. I shouldn't... but fuck it.... it's just tits" and I removed the top. Ben looked like he was the happiest I've ever seen him as my tits were bare in front of him with my blessing. He said "yes, hi five" and lifted his hand in the air, and I in turn did the same. I said "I'm sure this goes without saying, but this is another secret between us... Peter would be upset that I'm showing you my tits" (of course Peter wouldn't mind, he'll probably be turned on when I tell him... he loves when I'm slutty, which only encourages me). Ben smiled and said "of course... and thanks for showing me your tits!". I didn't mean to say I was "showing" my tits to him... I should have worded that differently, like "I went topless"... but it was too late now, and he seemed very happy, so I enjoyed knowing I was now "showing". I asked him "what do you think of my tits? Are they too big or small? Are my nipples too big? As I lifted them toward him. He said he thought they were absolutely perfect... which I knew he really didn't have any real idea, what it was flattering regardless. I asked "have you ever thought about what my tits looked like before seeing them?". He shyly said "yeah... your nipples always poke through, so it's hard not to". We both laughed and after I moment I said "I can't believe I'm letting you stare at my tits!" To which he responded "me either, but I'm sure thankful!" With a grin. I said, "but don't get any crazy ideas. I'm not going to be getting naked or showing my pussy, ok?". He said, with a smirk "ok". He knew he had already seen me up and down... and I knew that I'd find ways to show him more, but that was my secret. I gently rubbed my pussy under the water, making sure he couldn't see, while he stared at my tits... and I could tell he was rubbing himself as well... he wasn't as subtle, but you could tell he didn't think I noticed. Have you ever been so horny that it makes your face burn and your stomach in knots?... because that's how I was feeling, and it worried me a bit, because I didn't want things to go to far. I decided to sit on the side of the hot tub to cool off a bit, but by doing so gave more of an unobstructed view. "I need some cool air, but I'll let my leg soak" I said while sitting above him, leaving my left leg in the water, and pulling up my right leg. This of course spread my legs, putting my covered crotch into view. I was feeling really turned on, and asked him "did you jerk off thinking about my tits after you saw them?. He got quiet and looked down, and then looked up at me and quietly said "yeah". I knew he had of course, but hearing him say it to me while looking at my tits... it just made my pussy ache really hard. I gave him a reassuring smile and said "that's OK... it's flattering really... I'd probably be a bit upset if you said no". He relaxed, and I felt like he was finally realizing he didn't have to worry about upsetting me. He smiled and said "it wasn't the first time I thought about you while doing it... but those tits sure helped me!" I was a bit surprised by his blunt honesty, but very glad to hear it. "I'm glad I could help" and jokingly said, "make sure to make a good mental note for later" while wiggling my chest. He said "I am!" As he, without shame, looked me up and down. He started staring at my crotch again, I'm sure thinking about the view he had earlier while stretching my leg. I tried to lighten things up a bit, and said "I see you looking toward my pussy, which is fine, but that's staying covered" in a joking tone. He looked up at my face and said "is it OK if I get a closer look, as long as it's covered?". I wasn't expecting that, and it threw me off because I just said it was fine to look... and I didn't want to make him feel like he did anything wrong. I said "sure... as long as it's covered... but," He scooted between my legs and interrupted me by saying "It's our secret?". I looked down as he openly stared at my covered pussy up close and said "exactly". I knew he had seen my pussy earlier, yet he was closely studying my crotch as much as he could. I looked down on him (who never stopped exploring me with his eyes) and said "wow... you really want to see my pussy, don't you?". Without looking away he said nodded yes, and then said "Is that ok?". I got really flustered, and wanted to pull the bottoms aside badly... but I wanted to play this out more. It was just day two of seven, and I was already blatantly showing my tits... I liked watching him sneak looks at me, I like teasing him, and I didn't want it to end just yet. I said "It's OK... but I can't show my pussy. Knowing you want to see it... well, honestly it makes me want to show it to you. Having you look at me turns me on too". He looked up at me and said "really?". I said "very much so... but I can't go to far, I'm already showing you my tits, which I never thought I'd do... but it makes me happy that you enjoy looking at me". Ben said "thank you for letting me look... I have more material to work with next time I jerk off" and smiled at me. I smiled back and said "I'm glad I could help... come on, let's go back inside the house". I stood up, leaving my top off, and walked down the steps. I turned around to see him stand up with a massive erecting in his shorts... I guess he couldn't hide it. He looked at me with a slight smile and said "sorry, but you did that to me". And we both laughed. I playfully shook my tits for him and said "you're welcome"... Making Secrets pt. 3 That night was very much like the night before... Peter and Ben joking around, watching movies, and sharing stories. Ben would occasionally check me out as always, despite being fully dressed. Peter noticed Ben looking at me as well, and would occasionally wink at me. I think Peter enjoys my teasing Ben as much as I do. I decided to call it a night early, and let the boys stay up and have some beers. I gave them both a kiss on the cheek, and said goodnight. I laid in bed playing with my pussy for awhile, just thinking about the days events. I didn't know what would happen next, or where it would end... I was just enjoying it all. I woke up the next morning already wound up, but tired. I had a rough night's sleep. First Peter woke me up to fuck me (which I actually needed, so that was OK), and then I kept waking from sex dreams making me horny. Now I need to wake up to get some work done, and I'm already wanting to tease Ben. I went to the bathroom, and I could hear Ben next door watching porn... he wasn't trying to hide it, lol. So I walked around to his door in my t-shirt and panties (seemed like a fun way to get his attention), and it was slightly open. I knew he was watching porn, so I had no doubt what he was doing... and a peek in confirmed it. He was staring at his tablet, that he was holding in one hand, and furiously jacking off with his other hand. I couldn't help but watch awhile, it was so fucking hot seeing him stroking his cock... I realized I had my hands down my panties rubbing myself as well. As I rubbed my clit, I thought about going in there and sucking his cock... or maybe even letting him eat my pussy... but that was what I was trying to avoid, I wanted to enjoy this teasing game as much as possible... but I was really... Really fucking horny now! Without much more thought, and no plan in mind, I slowly walked into the room. He hadn't noticed me, and was still stroking his dick. I was now in the room with him, and wasn't sure what my next move was. I knew it was just a matter of time before he saw me, but I was enjoying my little voyeur show in the meantime. As I fought temptation to do something I might regret, he all the sudden looked at me and looked horrified... I probably scared the shit out of the poor guy! He said "oh my God, I'm sorry!" As he covered himself with a blanket. I told him he had nothing to be sorry about, and that I was sorry for walking in on him. He was bright red, and said "I'm so embarrassed", and I reminded him he had no reason to be, and it was completely normal. I lifted his chin and said "It's rare that I don't start the day doing the same thing", and gave him a wink. He slightly smiled, and asked "how much did you see?". I asked what he meant, and he asked "did... you see my... dick?". I thought for a second and said "don't be embarrassed, but yes... I saw your dick". He looked down for a second and looked back at me and asked "what did you think". I said "about your dick?", and he replied sheepishly "yeah". I could tell he needed reassurance, so I said "you have a great cock on you Ben... any girl would be lucky to get to be with you". He smiled and said "really?". I looked at his crotch under the blankets, and said "honestly, it turned me on a lot...I had to fight to keep myself from rubbing myself too". His eyes lit up as he looked me over. He said "I've been thinking about your tits non stop, so I can help myself!". I smiled and said "what, these?" as I pulled up my shirt to show him my tits. He smiled really big and said "oh yeah!". I giggled and asked what he was looking at, and without hesitation he said "porn"... which made me smile. He wasn't near as shy anymore. I said let me see, as I sat next to him on the bed. I pressed play on the tablet, and a video of a girl getting her pussy eaten out was playing. I said "that's pretty sexy... have you ever ate a girl's pussy?". He shook his head no, and said "unfortunately not". I said "I'm sure you will". He sheepishly asked "can I eat your pussy", and it shot heat all over my pussy, making it feel like it was on fire... part of me wanted to scream yes!... but, I enjoyed this game to much right now. I said "if I wasn't married, absolutely! But my pussy is only for Peter to see and use". Ben looked like he knew that was coming, but was still hoping for a different reply. I looked at him and said "maybe there's something else we can do", and he looked at me confused. I said "... maybe we shouldn't go any further, we've probably already went to far". Ben looked at me but intrigued and a little disappointed and said "please, all of this has meant a lot to me... you talking to me and showing me your tits has been some of the best things that have ever happened to me". I thought what he said was incredibly sweet and smiled at him. "Besides... it's our secret" he added with a returning smile. I said "OK..." I was still hesitant to say... "seeing as I already saw you masterbate... and it did turn me on... would you like to do it while staring at my tits?" Ben's eyes lit up, and he asked "do you want to watch me? Would that turn you on?". I nodded and said "but, my panties stay on... you know the rules" with a grin. Ben gave a slight grin and said "ok". So here I was, about to be only in my panties, letting my best friends son (not like he's a kid, but still) jack off in front of me while staring at me. Had I gone to far? Would I go further? Would I be able to keep my inner slut tame? All of these questions raced around my head as I stood up and lifted my shirt off in front of Ben. Ben looked me up and down, and looked slightly hesitant before removing his blanket he used to cover himself, exposing his throbing erection. This was the first time he purposely shown me his cock, and I wasn't prepared by how much it turned me on. Ben looked me in the eyes and said "do you like seeing it?" And then looked down at himself slowly starting to stroke. I replied "more than I probably should... you have a great cock". That comment made him smile and pick up his pace while looking up at my tits. I asked him "it seems like you're always hard!" And he smiled and said "I feel like I'm always hard lately... even after I blow, I still keep getting hard... I can't stop". In my mind I wondered how many times I could make him cum before he couldn't go any more. I asked if that was why he had trouble sleeping, and he admitted it was. "I just keep waking up horny as fuck" He said with a smile (which I'm not sure if ever heard him say "fuck" before, but it was the first time I noticed, and I liked it). He sat up so he could be closer to me, as I was standing right in front of him playing with my boobs for his enjoyment. Ben's eyes lowered to my panties, and once again I could feel that familiar warmness smoother my pussy. I lowered my hand and rubbed my pussy over my panties, slowly while he watched. I could see his pace building up as he said "are you horny too?". I nodded and said "seeing your cock... showing you my body... it all makes me wet". Peter leaned close toward my panties while he continued to stroke harder on his cock. He got on his knees on the floor so he could be as close as possible without touching. I put my hands down my panties and inserted two fingers. As I fucked myself, I could hear how wet I was and I knew he could too. I'd occasionally pull the panties in different directions, allowing him a peek while I played innocent. I looked down at his face and he was just staring daggers in my crotch. I kept fucking myself, and I panted "I wish... I could show... my pussy... ... but I can't..." (all while knowing I was giving him little up close glimpses). I could feel his heavy breath as well on my cunt. I asked "do you... hear... how wet I am?". He simply said "yeah... I'm trying not to blow yet!". An idea hit me that almost made me cum just thinking about it, so I stopped and sat on the bed. I said "I know you wanted to see and taste my pussy, but we can't do that... but would you like to get a good smell of my pussy?". I'm sure he could already smell it, but he played like he hadn't and said "very much". I said "ok... I'll pull my panties aside so you can smell my pussy, but you have to keep your eyes closed... like in the dressing room... deal?". He smiled (I'm sure remembering how he faked closing his eyes last time, and would do it again) and said "deal". As soon as he said deal, my hearts pace picked up... I knew I was about to rub my naked pussy in front of his face while he jerked off. He said "can I smell it until I blow?" And I replied "yes, but keep your eyes closed until I say OK?" He stopped stroking, I think to prevent from cumming. I decided I was going to just remove the panties... so I told him to close his eyes while I removed them. Of course, as to be expected, he faked his eyes closed... he did a worse performance faking it this time than last time, lol. But that's OK, as long as he doesn't know that I know he's faking it. I took them off and sat with my ass toward the end of the bed, and lifted my feet so that they would rest on the bed with my knees up... so essentially, I was putting myself on full display, and I could hear Ben begin to breath heavier and slowly stroke his cock again, despite having his eyes "closed". I rubbed myself a little bit, and then covered my pussy with my right hand. I had my legs so pulled back and spread that I could feel my ass hole was exposed I told Ben to open his eyes, to which he did with a smile. There I was laying naked in front of him, barely covering my pussy while he stroked his cock. I stretched my arm out to grab the back of his head with my free hand (which wasn't easy in my position), and pulled his face down between my legs. Once his nose was close enough to touch my hand that covered my pussy, I let go of his head and told him "your eyes will be closed, so try not to get any closer than this". He said ok as I laid back on the blanket. I said "I know you won't be able to see, so if you accidentally bump into me... just keep your eyes closed". He looked excited at that idea. I think he knew he was about to get the best possible view he could ever have of my pussy, but he didn't realize that there was good reasoning for contact. I saw his right arm moving, and I told him he could balance his other hand on my thigh. He put his hand up on my upper thigh close to my pussy, which I didn't expect... but I decided not to say anything. I felt like such a fucking slut, and that just made it all so much hotter! I said "close your eyes now" as I pulled my hand away and gently rubbed my clit again. I saw him smile as he fake closed his eyes and even pulled his head back a bit for a better view. He was furiously stroking himself as he fully inspected my lower regions. I laid my head back and spread my pussy open. I glanced and saw he was completely wide eyed, but checking to make sure I wasn't looking at him. I was careful to make sure he couldn't tell I could see him, as he got to sneak his look at my cunt. I started finger fucking myself, and my hand would occasionally brush up against his face. He noticed I didn't say anything, as I just kept going. I spread myself wide as I rubbed my clit, and I could feel his heavy breath push inside my gaping hole. I looked at him and he looked like he was about to cum... and I knew I was able to at any time. I decided to push forward a bit to see if my pussy hit his mouth, but it didn't quite...I kept thrusting, hoping he might get tempted, and then I felt a slight bump on my hole. I snuck a peek and could see him checking to make sure I wasn't looking, and sticking his tongue out for my thrusts. The sneaky little fucker really wanted a taste! I told him I was going to cum and I scooted toward him a bit placing his face into my pussy as I manipulate my clit into an orgasm. I could feel his tongue up against my whole pussy as it started to convulse. He pulled back to watch as he said "I'm going to blow!" I sat up to watch his cock spurt thick loads on the floor, and then collapse his head into my lap panting.. I said "wow, that was intense" and giggled a bit, and Ben joined in saying "that was the best orgasm I've ever had". I pulled him up, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and moved over so he could lay down next to me. We were both on our backs looking up, so I pulled the blanket over us as we caught our breath. I looked at Ben (who never looked more content), and said "I'm sorry if I move around to much and got my pussy on your face" in a smirking tone. He smiled and said "anytime". Turned toward him and said "you didn't see my pussy, did you"... really just because I wanted to see what he'd say. He hesitated for a bit, so I gasped and said "you did, didn't you?". He smiled and said, "just a little bit by accident, when you bumped it into me."... which I knew was a lie, because I saw him staring almost the whole time. I paused for few seconds and said "It's OK, accidents happen... at least I didn't show you on purpose" I smiled at him and said "I never meant for you to see my pussy, but I'm glad you got to by accident... if it happens out of my hands, then it's not my fault" I laughed. Ben laughed and said "Besides, it's our secret". I replied "it seems like we have a lot of those now" with a chuckle. I still needed to do some work, and regardless of what just happened, I was still horny... it's the curse of being a slut. I looked at Ben and told him I had to get some work done, but afterwards he can join me in the hot tub if he wanted to. He smiled and said "sounds like a plan". I replied "good" as I climbed over him while still under the blanket. As I got over I felt his hard cock rub against my upper leg. I paused, looking down on him and asked "are you hard again?". He looked at my tits swinging in his face and said "I can't stop being hard lately", and I felt him rub his dick. So here I am, still horny, naked, on top of Ben, who is naked with his hard cock aimed at my pussy... I literally had to stop myself from fucking him when I had already started to do it. I felt myself lower down, and his dick pressed up against my pussy... I snapped out of it, and Ben had an intense look on his face. I apologized and said "I shouldn't have done that... I just get so fucking horny all the time, sometimes I slip up". Ben used his hand to press his cock against my pussy and said "that's OK, I understand". With that I jumped up and said "I'll see you in the hot tub later" with a wink, and walked away bare ass with Ben staring and stroking the whole time. I grabbed some panties out of my room and headed toward my office. I had to snap out of it so I could at least focus long enough to get my work done! I would get so far into work, and then my mind would drift away thinking about Ben's tongue against my pussy, or his cock slapping up against my pussy in bed. Would he have just pushed his dick inside of me if I hadn't jumped off? Even now I'm sitting here in nothing but panties, and anxious to go back... after all of that, I crave more! Work ended up taking a lot longer than it should have because of my distractions... but it was finally over! I went to my bedroom to get a bathing suit (I wasn't ready to give up my pussy just yet) before letting Ben know I was ready for the hot tub. The bathing suit I put on was the second one I tried on in the dressing room. It covered my nipples pretty well, but just barely covered my pussy lips and ass... it's barely a half inch wide done there, and a little loose... the perfect thing to tease him with. I walked in his room and he was passed out with his dick in his hand... and his dick was still hard! Honestly, I know I have a high sex drive, but this guy never stops! He might be more insatiable than me! I look at his tablet, he had been watching an instructional video on eating pussy... this guy really wants to eat some pussy! LOL. I think about what my next move should be... should I walk away (maybe take a nap as well), should I suck his hard cock, or maybe just a hand job... I could just crawl up on top of him and fuck him awake. All these thoughts got me horny, and I pulled my bottoms aside and started playing with my pussy again while I thought about it. I looked at his hard young cock, and thought about all the teasing I put him through, and I knew I wasn't done teasing him yet. I slowly grabbed his cock, and he woke up immediately. I gave it a little wiggle and said "do you still want to get in the hot tub?". He looked down at his dick in my hand, and said "for sure". I wiggled it a little harder with a smile and said, I'll meet you out there. Things were building up between us, and part of me wanted to kick it up, and part of me wanted to drag things out... but how much longer could I drag it out before he fucks me? Should I even let him fuck me? I wanted him to, but would that be too far? At this point, I don't think it matters... I had just rubbed my pussy on his face earlier... so why not let him get some pussy eventually? As I was lost in thought I see Ben come out the door to the hot tub, and he's completely nude... proudly walking with his hard dick leading the way. I whistled and said "I like the bathing suit", and he in turned smiled and did a little spin. Once he got in the water I told him "that constant hard cock of yours is bound to get you in trouble!". He looked at me confused, so I explained "it seems like your sex drive is almost as bad as mine, and my sex drive has gotten me in a lot of trouble" I said with a grin. He seemed very interested to learn more, and asked "what kind of trouble has it got you in?". I stopped to think about how honest I was going to be... I said "it has put me in situations I shouldn't have been in, doing things I shouldn't do". Ben smirked and said "like letting me smell your pussy?". I laughed and said "yeah... things like that". Ben then asked "have you ever cheated on Peter?"... this was a big question. How much do I tell? I didn't want to share that Peter knows I'm a slut, and likes it (even encourages it)... but I didn't want to say no, and discourage him... I basically concluded that eventually I was going to fuck him... I'm just bidding my time and really enjoying drawing it out. Ben looked at me as I hesitated, and a saw a smile creep up on his face. He said "welllll?". I looked at him and said "this is big secret time, so this is definitely getting added to the 'our secrets' pile". Ben smiled and said "of course"... "I'm constantly fighting my urges... constantly trying to behave.... but... I'm a slut". I chuckled and said "I've always known it, it's just who I am. If I know a guy wants to fuck me, then I want him to fuck me. If I know a guy wants to see me naked, then I want him to see me... I don't always do it of course, I try not to because I'm married... but sometimes I slip up...". Ben looked happy, but playing it cool... but I was worried he would be offended, or feel less special, or maybe even jealous. Ben said "so you occasionally slip up and fuck other guys?". I tried to act innocently and said "sometimes...". Ben started stroking his dick and smiled. I said "don't get any ideas, I'm trying to be good!" with a fun tone. Ben said "maybe you'll slip and I'll get lucky" with a cheeky tone, and I said "I've been trying not to slip, but it's not always easy... especially when there's a hard cock nearby". Ben stood up showing me his cock was hard and he was stroking it. I jokingly said "you're the devil... look at you tempting me with that pretty cock of yours". Ben said "so why am I the only one naked if you're the slut?" with seductive smile. I said "honestly, because I'm trying to be good... that's why I'm trying to not show my pussy too... I was so tempted to let you eat me out earlier". Ben perked up and said "I was hoping I could as well". I looked at him and sat up on the side of the hot tub. I said "I saw you were watching tutorials on eating pussy online". Ben looked a little embarrassed about that, but admitted to it by saying "I just want to make sure I'm good at it". I opened my legs a bit, showing him the bottoms I had on were the ones that barely covered my lips. He commented "I do love that bikini bottom", and I replied "I remember you getting a really close look at them before". Ben smiled and started stroking his dick again... I bit my bottom lip and rubbed my pussy a bit, and told him "that really does turn me on a lot... watching you stroke your cock". He got closer, I think trying to tempt me while I gently rubbed my clit... I said, "I'll tell you what... I know that these bottoms don't cover much, but they cover the main parts... so if you want to practice eating me out, I'll allow it... but, the bottoms stay on to keep me behaved... deal?". Ben didn't say anything, he just kneeled in front of me and started running his tongue all over my pussy. I said "no hands", and realized quickly that the little strap wasn't going to cover anything for long... it was too loose, and his tongue was easily sliding under it and moving it around... and it didn't take long for Ben to notice as well. I grabbed the back of his head and said "wow, it feels like the bottoms aren't even there... you're really good at that". Ben wrapped his arms under my legs, and pulled me further into his face... I still had the bikini on, but his tongue was all over my clit, and there was no doubt he realized it. I held on to his head and said "my god, I'm such a fucking slut... that feels so good!". His eyes looked up to me for a second before going back to my pussy. I asked "do you like that I'm a slut?", and he looked up to me and said "I love that you're a slut" and stared at my pussy again. I said "are you remembering what my pussy looked like earlier?". Ben dropped one hand to grab his cock, and said "I keep thinking about it"... and then ran his tongue under my bottoms again. I looked down at his cock in his hands, and his face in my crotch, and was so incredibly worked up. I said "maybe I can give you a little peek... you've already got a glimpse anyway...". I pulled the bottoms to the side and gave him full access... and he drove his tongue down into my hole. I gasped and started rubbing my clit while he ran his tongue inside of me. "Do you like that I'm showing you my pussy? Do you like the way I taste?". Ben stood up holding his cock in front of my pussy while stroking incredibly fast. He had an intense look on his face as he stared at my pussy... and for a moment I thought he might just slam his cock inside of me without saying anything... and I was so fucking horny that I would have let him. I still had my thong pulled aside, and my gaping wet cunt exposed, waiting to see what would happen. Ben said "I'm about to blow my load!". I pushed my crotch closer to his cock while i frantically rubbed my clit, and said "cum on my pussy". Ben stood with his dick over me, and started spurting thick ropes of cum on me. It landed both on and under my hand as I worked my clit, which sent me over the edge, and I started bucking as I had an orgasm. I felt his cock rub up against me a bit as I bucked... fuck, this teasing was hot! I placed my bathing suit thong back in place, while smiling at Ben. "So yeah... sometimes I can't help being a slut" I said, as Ben smiled and said "then I guess that makes me lucky". I replied "It's made a lot of guys lucky" with a laugh. I looked at the time and saw Peter would be home soon. I let Ben know, and said "you should probably put some clothes on" with a smile, and then added, "I'll miss your cock though". Ben smiled and said "Peter probably wouldn't be too happy to see this..." as he placed his cock on my covered pussy. I looked at him and said "don't tell anyone about how much of a slut I am, ok?", placing my hand on his dick (which was still hard). He smiled and said "I promise". I gave his dick a small rub before standing up and getting out of the hot tub, followed by Ben who was once again being led by his swinging erection.

My Sister's Pussy by Art Martin Chapter 10 Travis is waylaid poolside... Relieved of a full bladder by the old cottonwood tree, I headed across the field towards the house, reliving Katie's gangbanging in the barn. I stopped off at the horse stall to take care of the animals, watering them, feeding them and grooming them. I didn't want another ass-blistering like I got this morning and I knew that I had better make time right now before going up to my room and doing my homework. Homework! Damn! All my books and stuff were still in Sam's car! I contemplated my plight, maybe I could talk Sam into bringing them over to me, but then I remembered he said something about a church deal he was going to. Maybe I could get Leanne to take me, but if Sam's gone, so will my books. I decided my best and only hope would be to catch Sam at home before he left for his church group. Still buzzing from the beer, I hurried across the tall grass to the stairs that led up to the patio. "Look, Travis is here! "Hi, Travis!" sang a female voice I immediately recognized as my mom's voice. There laid out before me on their chaise lounges by the pool were Leanne, Becky, Mom, Becky's mom and Sam's mom. Every one of them simmering in the sun from a generous coating of sun tan oil, and every one of them stark naked! Except for Sam's mom, I'd seen all of them nude before. Indeed, except for Trisha, Sam's mom, I'd fucked them all several times in the past few days. "Travis, come here and give your old mom a kiss," she said with a come hither look. Mom was far from being old and she looked even better. I sauntered over and she gave me a very unmotherly kiss. I took the opportunity to feel her up, all the while watching Trisha's reaction out of the corner of my eye. I broke off the kiss. Mom exclaimed, "You smell like horses and a girl's pussy! I don't mind girlie smell, darling, but please, go shower off the horse smell." I made a break for the house, intending to call Sam before anything else delayed me, but mom called out, "Where are you going? Use the outdoor shower. That's what it's for. Now hurry up! Trisha hasn't seen what a fine young man you've become." No sense in arguing, besides arguing with either Mom or Dad was a sure way to get punished, so I trudged off to the shower by the edge of the elevated patio. I had stripped down and as I stood upright after shucking my blue jeans, I felt a soft hand on my back. Trisha turned on the shower, and led me into the cold spray. Sam's mother was a full-bodied woman, perhaps a bit pudgy compared to either Mom, or Linda Tate or even Aunt Patti. I had plenty of fantasies through the years of Aunt Patti and her big knockers, but prior to yesterday I had never ever thought of my mom or Katie's mother, let alone Sam's mother in a sexual way, but after screwing both Mom and Linda yesterday, and the way Sam's mother now bathed me, the way she fondled me, the way she rubbed her ample tits into my chest, she had me hard again in no time. I couldn't help but visualize Sam, at church, while I was screwing his mother. What would he say tomorrow when I told him? Should I tell him?... Why not? Returning the favor I felt Trisha up, playing with her tits, fingering her ass. I was ready to bend her over and fuck her, but she suddenly broke from the shower with a giggle and ran back to her chaise, coyly covering her face, as if she was somehow embarrassed by what we had been doing in the shower. I didn't have a towel, so I returned to the lineup of snatch-on-display to drip dry. Trisha had already toweled off most of the moisture and had returned to her reclined position, legs slightly spread, her hairy coochie, oh so temping. I stood looking up and down the line, hard cock jutting, comparing tits and nipples, hip sizes and pussies, as well as the mischievous expressions on these women's faces. My only real questions were which one would I fuck first and could I manage to fuck all five of them? "Isn't he splendid, Trisha?" my mother asked her long time friend. "He's still growing, but doesn't he have a nice shape?" "If he grows anymore, he'll be too big to handle." "Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to handle him, dear. "Travis, go show Trisha how much you've grown." I stepped to the end of the line where Trisha lay and stood dumbly at the foot of her chair. "Come, Travis my dear," Sam's mom said. "Come closer." I took two steps so that my cock was inches from her head. Tenderly she stroked my rigid rod before the licking began. The other four women watched approvingly as Sam' mom, pulled back my foreskin and began polishing my knob, Leanne and Becky sat together, whispering and giggling as I got a blowjob. Trisha's lips let slip my dick, and she turned to Mom to say, "You so right, Roxanne. He does have a very nice shape." Trisha then lay back, leaving me to stand awkwardly wondering what to do with my hands. Mom stood and drew near to me saying, "Travis, dear. You are very good at pleasing a woman. I know from first hand experience. Tell me, darling, whose pussy do you like the best?" Uncle Jake had prepared me well and I recognized this as a loaded question, one fraught with dangers. Uncle Jake had said, "When a woman asks you a question, such as do you like this, or do you like that, or do you think I'm pretty, the correct answer is the answer that she wants to hear. Save yourself a whole lot of shit and grief, Trav my boy, and do yourself a favor. Tell her what she wants to hear, not what you really think." Now if it were just me and Mom, I knew the correct answer was, "Mom, I like your pussy the best." But it wasn't just Mom and me. I had Linda, Becky and sister Leanne to contend with, as well as Trisha, even though I had no real knowledge of the quality or character of her cunt. I tried what I considered to be a safe answer, "Uh, I like them all, " a true statement, but one that didn't let me off the hook and I knew it. However, Mom provided me with an out, something Uncle Jake said I should pray for, but should never really expect. "You really don't know anything about Trisha's pussy dear, so how can you say that you like them all?" Before I found an answer to that question, Mom grinned mischievously and said, "I know, let's have a contest. You'll be the judge, like at the county fair. Sample each of us, then give us your decision." Mom had my dick in her hands, which for some reason had softened up. She slipped on a Velcro cock-ring, securing it firmly around the base of my balls and penis. I was still on the hook, but I realized that she wasn't seriously trying to bust my balls, but only looking for some licentious amusement. Casting my eyes side to side, I tried to decide where to start. "Start with Trisha, dear," said my mom and making that decision for me. It was a good starting place, especially considering that I was already there. My fingers gently brushed against and then toyed with her lips, lips that only a few minutes before were wrapped around my cock. Looking up at me in the eyes, her lips slightly parted, allowing my fingers to enter her mouth. Her lips closed. Mimicking a blowjob, she gently sucked on my fingers. My penis surged in response to the lewd sensations. It was so hard that it felt like it was going to explode. I pulled my fingers from her lips with a soft smacking sound, then trailing her saliva down her chin, neck, and upper chest I brushed my wet fingers across her brown nipple, causing the erogenous tissue to react to my touch. As I toyed with her rubbery nip, I wondered if she liked spanking as much as mom did, or did she'd enjoy a playful tweak of her little nippies? With a hard pinch between the fingers accompanied by a twist, she groaned and squirmed giving me the answer to the latter question. "Is your pussy getting wet, Mrs. Holis?" I said as nastily as I could. "Call me Trisha, for Pete's sake," she said hoarsely. "Sorry Mrs... I mean, Trisha. Is your pussy getting wet?" I wasn't nearly so forceful with my repeat. She dreamily looked up at me. "Why don't find out for yourself, you beautiful mother-fucker!" The affront "mother-fucker" surprised me. Then I realized I was a mother-fucker, and the name didn't seem quite as disparaging. "That's right, slut," I hissed. "I am a mother-fucker. You're my best friend's mother, and I'm going to fuck you, Ma Holis." "You're a boastful boy," she replied huskily, thrusting her tits outwards, "and until you prove otherwise, you're still a boy." Oooooo! That stung! I let go of her tit. "Okay, let's get on with it, the judge is waiting. Now, Ma Holis, show me your entry in the "Best Pussy" contest." She hiked her hips and splayed her legs to either side of the chaise, in a very unmotherly manner. "C'mon, spread 'em wider for this mother-fucker! That's better, slut mama." Out of the corner of my eye I watched my Mom, expecting a slap on the face for being rude to her friend. But neither she nor Trisha seemed to mind my chatter. Everyone appeared to be cool. My fingers trailed across her deep navel, and descended into her dark, tangled bush. Raking my fingers through her soft and springy pubes, I realized that as curly and thick as her hair was, it wasn't tangled at all, the individual hairs uncoiling as they slid easily between my fingers. "Nice pubes," I whispered. Mrs. Holis smiled and moaned softly. My fingers danced further down to brush against the soft puffy flesh of her hairy vulva. Digging deeper into her forest, my fingers found her fur lined cleft, seeping with the moisture of her growing arousal. "I can't see much," I playfully complained. "Can you help me?" Sam's mother spread her pussy lips open for me. "Yes, that's it, show me." The pink fleshly interior glimmered in the sunlight, revealing the intricate folds of her labia, her hooded clit, as well as the entrance to her vagina. For a full-bodied woman, she had some surprises, like the relatively small nipples of her more than ample breasts. Her inner labia were demure, almost like two creases rather than the huge flaps that my sister had. Likewise, her clit wasn't prominent at all. I judged her clit to be the smallest of all five women assembled. My index finger traced the demure folds of her sex and gently flicked the oval bump that I knew to be where her clitoris was hiding. I played with her like that for a minute or so stirring the pot, while she lewdly spread herself open for my inspection. She became noticeably wetter. Her aroma wafting to my nearby nose was rich and heady. Suddenly, her clit emerged, the white bundle of nerves protruding nearly half an inch. I realized that I was wrong about my initial assessment of her clit, and I decided that in all fairness, that I needed to perform more tests. Trisha moaned, "Oh gawd!" as the tip of my tongue evaluated the firmness of her stiff nubbin. She cried, "Yessssssssss," as the evaluation proceeded and I sucked her clit between my lips. Letting go of her outer lips, she grabbed my head, pressing my face into her sopping sex, her fleshy pussy lips closing around my nose and mouth like a mask, her pubic hair tickling my cheeks. She ground her hips into my face leaving me no choice but to grind the flat of my tongue against her nubbin. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned in approval, as I alternated sucking on the flesh of her pussy and whipping that same flesh with my tongue. Her hips thrust and bucked, causing my nose to flick across her clit while I scoured out the tunnel of her fuck-tube. With a loud swoosh, she sucked in her breath and began trembling violently, tearing her well-stimulated cunt away from my enthusiastic mouth. Kissing my way up her stomach, across her navel, and across her boobs, I repositioned myself to fuck her. "You've got a nice pussy, Ma Holis," I whispered as I nibbled her diamond-studded ear lobe. "Ready for this mother-fucker to fuck you?" She hissed, "Mother-fucker," and I thrust my hips forward, but somehow missed the hole, sliding my cock along her slippery slit. She seemed to like that. I liked it too, so I continued for a minute or so, just gliding up and down her cuntal sluice, rubbing her clit with my dick until she began trembling again. The trembling became more pronounced like she was jerking and I knew it was time. Rotating my hips downward, I found the maw of her vagina and pressed home, fucking the mother of my best friend. I began the venerable in-and-out. Not slowly and not franticly either, but with a determined fucking motion. She was surprisingly tight, like Mom and Linda Tate, and not at all sloppy like I had imagined she would be. We fucked for six or seven minutes before I withdrew without cumming. After all I had to pace myself; I had four more pussies to sample and judge. It was to be a difficult task, but somebody had to do it. Before climbing off of her, I whispered, "Nice pussy, Mrs. Holis, very nice. I liked your pussy. I especially liked fucking your slut pussy. Maybe we can do it again sometimes." She replied, "Soon I hope." "Has Sam fucked you?" "Good gracious, no!" "Will Sam fuck you?" "No, I couldn't do that!" "Sure you can, and I'm sure Sam will enjoy it." I considered briefly asking her about Penny, but decided that it was probably best if I remained moot on that subject. Pushing myself up I moved to the next contestant, Linda Tate, Katie and Becky's mom. She was ready, spread out brazenly for me. I knew from yesterday evening that she liked sex on the rough side, so I simply mounted her and slammed my cock into her, pumping her hard for three minutes to warm her up before pulling off to suck her cunt into my mouth. Katie had a cunt much like her mother did and burrowing into Linda's snatch, I couldn't help but think that if I had only experienced Katie's and her mother's pussies, I would have concluded that all pussies were exactly the same. I mean, exactly how many times do you have to suck on a pussy lip before you know exactly how much flesh is there? Leanne had pussy lips galore, Trisha hardly had any at all, Mom had a little more in the inner lip department than either Katie or Linda, but a lot less than Leanne did. Katie and her mom had similar clits too, generous, but not huge like Leanne's, more like Mom's, except Mom's was longer, like Linda's, only thicker. While slobbering all over Linda Tate's genitalia, I tried to compare Linda to her other daughter, Becky. I had fucked Becky at the pool party, at least twice. Unfortunately I was too drunk to appreciate it fully, remembering only that I had a hell of a lot of fun fucking her. As to the subtleties of Becky's cunt, I didn't have a clue. Linda began bucking her pulsating cunt into my face and I knew that she was cumming. I also realized that I had been so distracted trying to remember the topography of Becky's pussy that I was failing miserably as an impartial judge. Just to be sure that I was giving her a fair chance, I slid up Linda's torso and slid back into her sopping cunt. As soon as I did, I remembered something special about Becky, something special that she shared with her mother, the way their pussies contracted around my dick in a rippling motion. Katie didn't do that, Mom didn't do that, Leanne didn't do that, nor did Trisha. Was this learned or was this something Linda passed on to Becky through her genes, genes that somehow Katie got short-changed on? I concentrated hard on the other attributes of her pussy. Katie was noticeably firmer and tighter; then again Katie hadn't been fucking for decades either. Linda seemed just a little drier too, not nearly as juicy as Katie or Trisha. However, the slight dryness, cancelled out the relative looseness, providing for a very pleasurable level of friction. Due to an impending orgasm I was forced to end my evaluation. I struggled mightily to stop and managed to save myself for the next cunt, my mother's cunt. I instructed her to get on her hands and knees, so that I could fuck her from behind while I stood up. Mom complied and when I popped her on the butt, she got pissed. I thought that she'd like it. Indeed as much as mom liked a spanking, that was but a single facet of her sexuality. Mom liked to be spanked by Dad, Uncle Jake, or Gib Tate. When I tried it she growled that that was no way for a son to treat his mother. I later learned that it was a dominance thing, she liked to be dominated by certain men, but when it came to her cub, she was the dominant one. She ordered me to lie on my back, and no sooner was I in position, she was on top fucking me. Not that I minded, it was a pleasant break from the last two fucks in a missionary, plus it provided plenty of opportunities for my hands, now that they weren't engaged in just keeping my weight off my partner. I just love to look down my torso and watch my cock sliding in and out an eager pussy. That it was my mama's pussy was even better. Mom rode me slightly bent forward, making her tits easily available. But more than that, it increased the friction of her clit against the topside of my swollen stalk. The way she was positioned and the way she had shaved, I could clearly see my mama's pussy lips spread around my cock and at the nexus of her folds, my mama's clit protruding ever so slightly, rotating back and forth as she fucked herself on her son's cock. Mom worked feverishly to bring herself off and wasted no time in achieving orgasm. Still she pounded my cock unrelentingly. Her hair flew around wildly as she swung her head side-to-side in her frenzy of incestuous lust. I felt my balls begin boiling and the pressure began to build. I needed to stop the stimulation to my cock, but Mom was having none of it. What's a boy to do when his mother is in control? I squeezed my buttocks like Uncle Jake told me to do, but it was no use. There was no holding back. With a cry, "Arrrrgggghhhhhh!" my first bolt of cum shot into my mother's pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhh" I grunted as a second wad ejected from my dick into her insatiable, cock hungry snatch. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned in delicious agony as my prostate spasmed for the third time. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" I whimpered as the fourth wave of tingling sensations radiated from my groin. The fifth and sixth spasms just felt plain good. Basking in the afterglow of a great cum, I was only dimly aware that Mom had moved off of me. Suddenly, it grew darker. I opened my eyes, just in time to see Mom's dripping snatch descend onto my face. Lewdly she ground her pussy into me, her lips spreading open against my face, my cum seeping from her freshly fucked cunthole. I licked as best I could, but she was in total control. I felt someone grab my cock. I was surprised, but I was still hard, very hard, even after cumming hard. As I felt the cunt slide over my cock, I discovered just what a cock ring can do for a guy. Normally I'd wilt for several minutes at the minimum before being able to get it up again. This time, I stayed hard. After several minutes of being fucked by the unknown snatch, I felt the rippling of her cunt muscles gripping my dick. It was Becky's pussy! But then again it could be her mother. As Becky (or Linda) pounded my poor dick, and with Mom all but blindfolding me with her pussy lips, I gained an appreciation of what Katie had gone through earlier in the afternoon, being stuffed with dick after dick after dick and not knowing who they belonged to. I also gained a small appreciation of what it's like to be gang banged. The cunt convulsed, the walls contracting tightly around my poor peter. Whoever it was had gotten what they were after. Suddenly my eyes were blinded by the glare of the late afternoon sun just as my dick was released from its velvety prison. Mom swung her body off of my head. I caught a brief glimpse of a very satisfied looking Becky, before she rotated around, putting her wet pussy in my face and sucking down on my still stiff rod. A gentle blowjob was just what I need after the rough fucking Mom and Becky had just given me. Becky licked my dick, licked my balls and gently nibbled and sucked on my cock, a cock that was noticeably beginning to get a little sore. Sucking on her inner lips, I determined that Becky had better developed, or rather thicker lips than either her mother or her sister. I also discovered that she had a slightly larger clit than either Linda or Katie. From her taste, I also knew that someone had very recently fucked her, but just who fucked her was a mystery. Eagerly I slurped at the slightly pungent mixture of fresh pussy juice and old cum. Sucking at her pussy, I reached around and grabbed her firm buttocks, driving a thumb deep in her crack and into her asshole, a hangnail tearing into her. "Ouch!" she yelped, pulling off and away from me. "Hey! That hurt!" "Sorry," I said meekly. "I thought you liked that sort of thing." "I do, Travis, but please, you cut me! Jeez! Check those fingernails first! That hurt!" I felt really small having hurt her. After all, she was looking for some fun, and I managed to slice the rim of her butthole. It'd be days before she could shit in comfort and it'd be days before she could take a dick up her ass. Becky asked her mama, "Look at it for me, Mama. Is it bad?" Becky bent over and spread her ass checks for inspection. Linda carefully looked for damage, then bent forward and kissed her daughter's anus. "Oh, Mama," whispered Becky as her mama's tongue licked and probed her ass. Linda pulled back and announced, "I don't see any real problems. You should be fine." Linda's head moved forward and she returned to rimming her daughter. Becky pushed back against the probing tongue, rotating her ass in her mother's face. Leanne looked at me smiling. "What about me? Did you forget about me, Squirt?" "Uh, heck no, Sis." "Then is it my turn?" "Yeah, you bet." Moving over to my sister's chaise lounge, I stood at the foot, studying her naked body gleaming in the sun. Her green eyes flashed a beguiling smile as I studied her tits, the best tits I had ever seen, magnificent orbs, perfect in every way with thick nipples capping her large, dark aureoles. But then again I hadn't seen Aunt Patti's tits in the raw yet, and she had a phenomenal pair too. Somehow I knew that very soon I would have a wallow in Aunt Patti's knockers, plus an inaugural trip for my dick up her snatch, but for now, Leanne absolutely had the best tits in the world. My eyes trailed down to her thin waist and her deep sexy navel, past down to her delectable pussy that I had come to love so much. She was freshly shaved, not a trace of hair anywhere around her pussy, the cleft of her sex climbed from between her legs, begging me to follow them into paradise. Then I saw it, the little string hanging out of her pussy. "What's that?" Leanne blushed, which confused me. "I started my period, Squirt." "Oh? So what's with the string?" "Don't you know anything?" she said with sisterly arrogance. "What? I'm just asking!" "It's a tampon." She reached down between her legs and pulled the string, pulling the red soaked tampon from her pussy. "See. I'm menstruating." My eyes must have gotten as big as saucers. I'd heard of girls being on the rag and all, and had seen tampons in the bathroom, but never really connected the two. "Look, Squirt, you don't have to do me too. I understand." "Hell, why not?" I replied raking my fingers up her slit. "It's okay isn't it?" "Yeah, it's just..." "Just what?" "Nothing, just keep doing what you're doing. Oh yeah, that feels good, Travis, really good." I fingered my sister's pussy for a few minutes, gliding around her growing clit, slipping up into her vagina and that sort of thing. I pulled away and looked at my hand, expecting to see blood. The fluid was reddish alright, but very transparent, and not at all what I expected. "It doesn't smell bad?" asked Leanne defensively as I sniffed at her menstrual juices. "No." I took a lick. "Tastes okay too. It's different. A little metallic maybe, but nothing bad." I glanced around to see the other four women watching me. Trisha and Becky had looks of disbelief written across their face. Mom and Linda cut each other a look. Leanne's big clit was poking through her outer lips. I had to lick that pleasure bud. I announced, "It's your turn Sis. Spread'em, slut." She must've thought that I was just going to fuck her, because I watched her eyes bug out as I went down on her. Immediately I sucked her swollen clit between my lips, doing my best to give her what can only be accurately described as a blowjob, only it was a very big clit I was sucking, my sister's clit. She squealed and squirmed as I began my oral assault on her pussy. With my arms wrapped around her thighs to spread her out wider, I lifted her butt off the cushion. Releasing her clit, I licked her with the broad flat of my tongue, up her seeping slit, from her anus back up to her clit. I submerged my face in Leanne's swampy cunt, lost in a libidinous state of sexual excitement. I loved it! I guess what I was doing was pretty nasty because I heard Trisha gasp "Oh, my god!" My mom chimed in, "Oh my! We're some lucky girls. Only Bill has ever done that to me!" I was proud that I was mimicking my old man, doing what he did, without ever knowing that he did it. "I didn't know Bill did that sort of thing," remarked Linda. "Oh, yes, but only when I ask him to do it. Travis seems to be... wallowing in it." I still hadn't lost my hard-on due to the constricting cock-strap, and as I feasted on my sister's menstruating pussy, my dick seemed to get even harder. It felt as if my bulging glans was about to explode. As much as I wanted just to eat her out, I was desperately in need of relieving the hydraulic pressure that was still building in my cock. I had a choice, rip the cock-strap off or simply fuck her. Actually I never considered removing the cock-ring and instead broke off cunnilingus and mounted her. I was surprisingly in control of my self, considering the state of mind I was in, and fucked her gently to great effect. "God, Travis, you're big," she hoarsely whispered as I sawed into her just so. I worked over her g-spot with the bulging head of my penis for several strokes, then plunged into her swampy depths to grind my pubes against her clit, then back to the shallow stroking of her now prominent bulge on the fore wall of her wonderfully gripping cunt tunnel. I liked it best when I was planted fully in her pussy, her pussy pulsating with an irregular beat, constricting around my entire cock as I ground into her. But this wasn't all about me, it was about giving my sister the kind of fucking she loved and deserved. Besides shallow thrusting felt mighty fine to me anyway. Arching her back off the chaise, she bit into my shoulder as she came, a low guttural growl rumbling from deep within her throat, her hips punching upward to take in as much cock as I could supply her. For nearly a full minute she strained as the orgasm tore through her. When it eased, she collapsed back onto the chaise where I once again began rubbing her 'g' with the swollen head of my dick. After three or four full sets, she arched her back again and bit deeper into my shoulder. It was like snapping turtle had gotten hold of me. Fortunately I didn't have to wait for lightening for her to let go of me. By that time though, my shoulder was numb, so I pushed her button again and again and again, like some stupid lab monkey pushing a lever to get a treat. My poor balls had been completely drained after a long afternoon of lustful play, and I was still nowhere near to cumming. I desperately wanted to cum in my sister, if for no other reason than to be able to suck it all out along with her menstrual discharge, for a nasty snack. Mom came to the aid of her laboring children. "You're killing her, Travis." "I'm almost there," I grunted. "You need a little help?" "Anything." I felt Mom's finger worm into my ass to diddle my prostate. A minute or so she had me cumming, but cumming nearly dry. With jerky motions like I'd been attached to a 110-volt wall outlet, my final orgasm shot through me. Drained, I collapsed on top of Leanne, my still hard cock buried in her quaking pussy. Mom and Linda managed to pull me off and out. Mercifully Mom released the constricting cock-ring allowing the old spent blood trapped in my erectile tissues to drain away, the purplish color of my cock faded to my normal pinkish brown. Leanne and I eventually regained our senses. The ladies were all gathered around, watching us, talking amongst themselves in low hushed tones. Mom stroked my hair and declared, "Travis, that was truly impressive. I'm sure these ladies will be quite satisfied with the quality of service you can provide us all. Now that you've sampled us all, tell us, whose pussy is the best?" Without thinking I blurted, "Leanne! Leanne has the best pus..." My words trailed off as I realized what I had just done. I tried to recover, but the scowling look on those women's faces made me realize I'd better just run for it. I tried to bolt, but eight hands had me. I was lucky they only threw me into the pool rather than rip me apart. Chapter 11 Travis gets punished at school and shows Sam's mother his rock collection... Early the next morning I woke to the pleasant sensation of having my cock sucked. I kept my eyes closed and tried to guess whether it was Leanne or Becky giving head. They were the logical choices as the three of us had crowded into Leanne's bed last night to screw into the wee hours. It didn't matter to me which girl was sucking me, my sister or the sister of my girlfriend. It really didn't matter, it just felt good. The supple lips caressed the length of my cock, her tongue flickered across the soft undersides of my glans, causing me to twitch. Dreamily I opened my eyes to watch the act of fellatio. Mom looked up into my eyes and seeing me awake, let my turgid rod slip from her lips. "Time to get up sleepyhead," she greeted with a mischievous grin. "Sam'll be here in a few minutes, so get your butt up mister and get moving." I glanced at the clock; it was late, very late. "Aw, shit!" I dashed into the shower and jumped out after ten seconds or so. Grabbing some clothes, I dashed downstairs. Becky and Leanne were just finishing their breakfast. With a laughing eyes Becky commented on my nudity, "You always come to breakfast naked?" "Uh, no, I..." "Travis, put on your pants," scolded Leanne with a grin, "we have company this morning!" "That's alright," said Becky's mom sipping her coffee, "I sort of like him naked, don't you, dear?" "Oh, Mom, you just like what's between his legs," chided Becky. "And you don't?" smirked Becky's mom. "Go take care of the horses, then eat," instructed my mom in a no nonsense manner. "Now get dressed and get a move on it, before one of these ladies takes matters into their own hands." I managed to get my jeans and my boots on and ran out to the horse stall. No time for grooming, shoving shit or anything else other than giving them each a bucket of oats before letting them out into the pasture. Running back to the house, I heard Sam's horn honking. Mom handed me my shirt and an egg sandwich and herded me out the door. I slid into the front seat, pushing Katie's bra and other clothing into a pile between us. "Wha'cha been up to, Kern?" greeted Sam. "Fuckin' your mama," I replied half-jokingly. "Yeah right," Sam scowled. "Where's Katie?" "I, uh, I guess she's still home. Becky spent the night here." "Shit, we're gonna be late!" In a cloud of dust, Sam spun his car around, throwing me against the passenger door and charged down the driveway, hardly slowing at all for the hard turn onto the road. "Damn it, Dude!" I yelled fully awake now. "You don't have to get us killed!" Sam laughed and gunned it, causing the old Impala to fishtail momentarily. In mere seconds we were sliding into the Tate's drive. "Whoa! What a rush!" I declared with a laugh as the Tate house all but disappeared behind a huge cloud of dust. I fumbled around for a minute, sandwich held in my mouth while I put my shirt on. "Hey, your dad's here," commented Sam as the Suburban came back into view. "Yeah, guess he didn't make it home last night." "Guess not. What do you suppose he was doing here?" Making a circle with my thumb and forefinger while thrusting my other fingers through the hole I chuckled, "Fucking my girlfriend." "That doesn't bother you?" "Naw, I suppose it doesn't." "Man, it'd bother me." "Why? Look, I'm not the only guy with a dick and she's not the only girl with a cunt. As long as I'm getting all I want, why shouldn't she get all she wants?..." Sam didn't appear too convinced. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'll tell not to ever screw you again." "Don't do that! I just... oh, forget it! You wanna drive again?" "I gotta do this stupid algebra take-home test that I left in your car yesterday. Go get her will ya?" Focusing my attention to the open book test, I worked through each problem as quickly as possible, not bothering to check the answers I was generating. I was two-thirds through before I looked up wondering where Sam was. The front door opened and Sam dashed out, zipping up his pants. "She ain't coming! Too tired! You should see her! Soaked in dried cum, bloodshot eyes. Your dad had just finished doing her when I came in." "Get a little?" Sam grinned. "Yeah! Sure did!" I managed to finish the test before we arrived at school, twenty minutes late. Being late, I was sent to the principle's office where I concocted a story about a flat tire. Mr. Meeks, the principle asked to see my hands. "Your hands aren't dirty, Mr. Kern. How is it you changed a flat without getting dirty." "Uh, Sam did the work. No sense in both of us getting dirty." "I see... Sam Holis. You catch a ride with Sam Holis, right?" "Yes, sir." "I know Sam, I know his dad too... just like I know your dad. I know Mr. Higgins, the high school principle too. Tell me, Mr. Kern, does your father tolerate lying?" "No, sir!" I replied as my gut began tightening. "I didn't think so." Mr. Meeks looked over his reading glasses at me adding ominously, "Neither do I. Now, do you want me to check out your story or do you want to get this over with and accept my punishment." The gig was up. I sure as hell didn't want my old man involved. "Uh, I guess I'll accept my punishment, sir." "Very well, Mr. Kern." Mr. Meeks opened a file cabinet and pulled out a file. "Mmmm, yes... I see that your parents have approved corporal punishment. Excellent! Select a paddle from the table." I got up, selected a standard plywood paddle, just like the ones Dad used. "Says here that I'm free to use my discretion. You know what that means?" "Uh, yes, Sir," I answered timidly. I turned, dropped my jeans, and braced myself against the desk for the coming blows. "Mr. Kern... You don't wear underwear?" "Uhg, I, I didn't..." CRACK! "Owwwww!" CRACK! "Uhhhhhh!" CRACK! "Ohhhhh!" CRACK! "Mmmmm!" "Tomorrow, you wear underwear. Understand me? I'm going to check on you to make sure, Mr. Kern. Do you understand me?" "Yes sir," I hissed through clinched teeth as my ass burned. "If I catch you again without underwear, I'll have Coach Bruin do the punishment. Am I clear?" "Yes sir!" I whispered. "Now, why were you late this morning Mr. Kern?" I closed my eyes, wondering what I should do. I certainly couldn't tell him the truth, that we were late because when we went to pick up Katie, Sam had to wait until my dad had finished with her. "We had a flat tire." "Bend over, Mr. Kern." I had completely missed algebra class by the time Mr. Meeks decided that I wasn't changing my story. What could I do? I couldn't tell the truth, no matter how many licks I got. I was seeing stars when Mr. Meeks told me that the matter was settled, to get dressed and get to class. With my poor butt still on fire, I stopped by my algebra class and turned in my test. Mrs. Lucas asked if I had an excused absence. I said no. She took the test and scrawled a big zero across the top. "You're late for your next class, Mr. Kern," she said suppressing a snicker. Being careful not to be overheard, I muttered, "Fucking bitch!" under my breath. Old biddy must've had the hearing of a dog. I was promptly sent back to Mr. Meeks where I was taught not to be disrespectful towards my elders. During the next few classes I could hardly sit. No matter how I sat, my butt hurt like hell. Lunch recess was a godsend, as I could stand while I ate, even if old Mrs. Cook made me sit down twice, I still got to stand through most of lunch. A bonus was that this also allowed me to sneak peeks down Rita's blouse. JoAnn wanted to know where Katie was. I told her that she was sick. Rita asked why I couldn't sit. I told her about this morning, but left out the central truth. Why did I have to say anything? As if by telepathy word spread through the cafeteria that I had a tender butt, and soon clowns appeared to give me a surreptitious swat whenever they could. Before the bell rung, I saw Sam's little sister, Penny, talking amongst some friends. I excused myself from Rita and JoAnn and sauntered up to Penny. "Hi," I said eloquently. "Hi, Travis," she said with glint of excitement in her eyes. "Wanna sit?" "Uh, no, no thanks, I can't sit, not today." "Daddy told me last night that I'm to start riding to school with you and Sam on Monday. Sam's not very happy about it. I hope you don't mind." "Me? Why should I mind riding to school with a pretty girl?" Her friends all giggled and she blushed, casting her eyes down. "Thanks, Travis, you're sweet." "Ooooo, Penny's got a boyfriend," taunted one of the girls. "Stop it, Nicki," growled Penny punching on her friend. I checked her friend out. Nice looking, nice developing tits. 'She'd be a nice fuck,' I thought to myself. 'Maybe...' "So what's up, Travis?" asked Penny returning my attention to the task at hand. "Nothing, I just came over to say, hello." The bell rang giving us both an excuse to end the conversation. I winked at her, turned, and headed for class, warding off as many swats as I could from my erstwhile buddies. The long school day finally ended. I met Sam back at his car. He looked beat. "Hey, Dude! What's up?" "Shit, Kern. My butt's sore. Got a paddling this morning." "Me too." "You did? What did you tell old Meeks?" "That we had a flat." "Me too. Higgins asked me why I wasn't dirty, I told him you changed it. He didn't believe me." "Yeah, I told Meeks that you changed it. Well, we got at least half of our story straight." Sam was visibly agitated as we rode home. Finally he came out with it. "You think Katie will be up for a screw? If it's alright with you that is." "I don't know. Ask her." "You coming along?" "Naw. Not today. After all the crap Meeks gave me, I was late for English. Now I gotta write an essay on the "Virtue of Punctuality." "Bummer, man, that sucks! Why don't you just blow it off?" "Naw, I'm already in deep shit this week. I can't stand to take a zero in English too, not when I can avoid it." "Do it later." "Naw... Look, if you want to go screw Katie, go ahead. My pecker's still sore from yesterday." "That's too bad, but I do understand." We pulled up to the house. "Your dad's home," he observed. Then he added with a touch of concern. "My mom's here too." "So? She's over here a lot." "Damn it, now I have to go in and say hello to her." "That might not be all you'll do," I said cryptically. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing, Dude, nothing." Sam followed me in. This promised to be good. To my disappointment, Trisha Holis, Sam's mom, was sitting at the kitchen table fully dressed, chatting with my Mom. It was a scene right out of 'Leave It to Beaver'. I was sorely disappointed as I expected her to be sunbathing nude with Mom, or better yet, sunbathing nude with Dad drilling her. I so wanted to see the expression on Sam's face. "Hi, Honey," sang my Mom. "Hello, Samuel, Travis," said Mrs. Holis with a warm motherly smile. "You boys have a good day at school." "Fine, Mom, fine," answered Sam. "Look, I've got a lot of homework to do, so I'll see you later. What time are ya coming home, Mom?" Trisha looked at me squarely and said, "That depends, maybe in an hour or so. Supper's ready, so we can eat as soon as your father gets home." "Okay. See ya, Mom. "See ya, Miss Roxanne." Sam turned, wiggled his eyebrows at me and said, "See ya later, Dude." "You too, Dude," I replied. "Can I fix you a snack, dear?" "Thanks, Mom," I answered, "I'm pretty hungry. What'cha got?" "How about some cold fried chicken." Mom's fried chicken was the absolute best in this or any other world. Even a few days old, stone cold in the fridge, it was still delicious. I joined Trisha at the table and soon I was munching down on a thigh. I felt a foot rub against my leg, and seeing that Mom was still puttering around putting stuff back into the fridge, it wasn't hard to figure out who was playing footsie with me. I tried to be cool. "Where's Leanne?" "She and Becky called," replied my mom. "They were going to hook up with Jason and Tom, and hangout with some friends." "Hang out?" "That's right." "Yeah, right," I said grinning as I gnawed on the bones. The foot was now rubbing my thighs. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You know... oh, forget it. "Where's Dad?" "Asleep. Poor dear, stayed up all last night helping Gib get their water well back on line." "Water well?" Who was she kidding? Trisha's foot brushed over my growing cock. I adjusted my position to make it easier on Trisha. Mom sat back down, studying my face as she sipped a fresh cup of coffee. Mom knew damned good and well what was going on under the table, but she pretended not to know that anything was going on. Trisha's foot continued to rub the underside of my bulging cock. "I've got to get supper on," declared Mom banally. "Why don't you take Trisha up to your room and show her your rock collection." "Rock collection? Uh, yeah, sure." I wasn't sure why Mom was playing this game, but I knew damned well that she was playing it and that I was expected to play along. "Uh, Mrs. Holis..." "Call me Trisha, dear. Please." "Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, Trisha..." "Miss Trisha," sternly corrected my mom. Confounded by the rules I was supposed to follow I mumbled, "Uh, yeah, okay." I tired again, not at all sure that I would get it right and not offend someone. "Miss Trisha, would you like to see my rock collection?" I asked politely feeling silly for having to play along with this farce. I mean, it was pretty obvious to me what this was all about. "You have some nice rocks?" she asked with a straight face. "Yeah, I suppose so." "I suppose you do too," she said with a mischievous grin. "Let's go see." Sam's mom followed me up the stairs. Halfway up, the thought crossed my mind that I was being rude. Ladies first and all that is a good rule of etiquette, one that Mom insisted that I follow, and here I was with one of her friends following me. If Miss Trisha said anything, I'd catch hell for boorish behavior. I pondered how to correct the situation, reaching the upper landing before I resolved my latest dilemma. My only hope of salvaging the situation was opening my bedroom door for her and permitting her to enter first. Trisha stepped into my bedroom. She surveyed the décor, and suddenly I felt a little foolish. What with the model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, the country-band posters, the poster of a nude girl painted in red, white, and blue, and other corny stuff, I felt very immature. My desk was littered with junk of all sorts and tacking a pair of Katie's panties to the wall suddenly didn't seem like such a good idea. At least the bed was made with a simple dark green comforter. With a wistful smile she commented, "Very nice, reminds me of Sam's room." Pointing to the door that directly connected my room to my sister's room she asked,. "Is that Leanne's room?" "Uh, yes, ma'am." "How convenient," she observed. "Uh, here's my collection," I stammered, pointing to the assortment of ammonites, fossil snails, clams and other curios I had found on and near our ranch. I felt hot breath on my neck and felt her hand slide around to my crotch as she lightly laughed, "Very nice, Travis, but that's not the rocks I had in mind. Mmmmm, these are the one I want to see." Deftly she unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans. "You don't wear underwear?" she huskily whispered as my cock sprang out into her hand as soon as she pulled the zipper down. "Naughty boy," she whispered nibbling on my ear. "What would your mother think?" She continued rubbing my cock and balls, pressing her breasts into my back. "You're going to make a lot girls happy with this," she said wrapping her hand around my stalk. "Beautiful," she whispered, "simply beautiful." Trisha let go of my dick and stepped back. I turned to face her. She had started unbuttoning her blouse. I brushed her hands away, taking over the chore of undressing her, looking into her eyes as I awkwardly fumbled with each and every damned button. "Let me help you, dear," she purred. So much for being suave and debonair. She finished with her buttons and dropping her blouse, turned her back towards me. I struggled with the devilish double hooks and somehow managed to get the damned things unhooked. She turned back, slipping the bra straps off her shoulders. The garment drifted to the floor, joining her discarded blouse. Did I mention that she was voluptuous? That's the single word to describe her. Nice full tits, with seemingly small nipples. I wanted to just reach out and feel her up, but I remembered what Uncle Jake told me, "Don't be in rush with a woman. Kiss her, kiss her a lot on the lips, they love that. Then kiss her all over, her neck, her ears, shoulders, breasts, stomach, everywhere there's bare skin... kiss it... nibble it... lick it... and then kiss it again. Try and save the nipples for last. She'll love it. Besides it's a hell of a lot of fun!" Discarding my shirt, I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. Nibbling her full lips, I then traced their outline with my tongue, just like Uncle Jake had told me. I knew this was effective, because that's how I first got into Katie's panties. Sam's mom responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth, lancing with my tongue. Seemed to be effective on her too. Brushing my bare chest across her bare bosoms, I kissed down her neck and across her shoulders, soaking up the aroma of her perfume. She didn't smell anything like the fruit-juice stuff that Katie and her friends preferred, instead it was the wonderful aroma of an expensive perfume, lightly applied, alluring rather than overwhelming. I resisted going directly for a tit and instead I returned to kiss and gently suck on her lips again. Locked in a smoldering kiss, I noticed another aroma. It was faint and masked by her perfume. In no rush, I lingered, breathing in her aroma and tried to sort out the smells. It was a familiar smell. Suddenly it dawned on me. It was the faint, but unmistakable scent of another woman on her face; another woman's pussy to be specific. I couldn't discern who's pussy, but I had a guess... after all, she and my mom where hanging out together when I got home from school. The thought occurred to me that it was too bad Sam that was in such a rush to have a bounce with Katie. He should've stayed and showed my mom his rock collection. I'm certain that she would have enjoyed that. Of course, Sam would have been floored. It didn't seem fair to me that Sam was kept half in the dark about what went on between our folks, but I was told to keep my mouth shut, as it was his parent's job to educate him. Trisha moaned and I knew I was doing okay. Next trip down was right between her cleavage, then up along the underside of each magnificent breast. As I nibbled and kissed under her pendulous bosoms, her nipples brushed across my face. Raking my cheeks and forehead across her little nips, I felt them rise into an erect state. "Ooooo, yesss," she hissed as my tongue traversed across her hard nipple. "Mmmmmm, I like that," she whispered as my lips and tongue returned to suckle. I was a little ahead of myself, but she didn't seem to mind, as she became very excited while I worked over her petite nip, rolling the little promontory between my lips, licking it, and suckling it like I was a baby. I guess all the nerve endings spread out over a large aureole are concentrated in a small aureole, because I found her nipples to be very, very sensitive. She began making little squeaking noises as I sucked and nibbled until she began to tremble. "Enough!" she gasped, "Enough!" She pulled away, panting, with a glassy look in her eyes. That was the first time I realized that some women can orgasm just from having their breasts stimulated. With a momentary break in the action, I took the opportunity to kick off my boots and socks. Moments later, my jeans were over my ankles and lay crumpled on the floor with her blouse and bra. Trisha was still recovering when I began stripping her of her jeans and panties. I pushed her back until she fell back onto my bed, where I could complete my task. Her butt was near the edge of the bed, her feet resting on the floor. I lifted her foot. Looking her in the eye, I began kissing her foot and sucking her toes. Her toes were definitely salty, clean but salty. I discovered I liked that, just as I discovered how much she liked it. I gotta hand it to Uncle Jake, he sure knew what he was talking about when it came to getting a girl off. I didn't believe him when he told me what and how to do it, but toe sucking really turned her on. An extra side benefit I discovered that afternoon was that it also provides you with a great view of a woman's pussy as her arousal increases. In Trisha's case, my tittie feasting already had aroused her. Her pussy verily glittered and glinted with moisture from the tangle of hair covering her vulva. As she writhed and slowly wiggled about, I watched with growing excitement as her pussy lips seemed to part on their own accord, the glistening pink of her inner sanctum invitingly showing through the camouflage. On reflection, I suppose I rushed it a bit, having laved over only one foot, but I really don't think she minded. Licking and nibbling up her calves and up her thigh, my eyes were zeroed in on the tasty treat that beckoned me. Ever closer to my afternoon delicacy, I inhaled the heady fragrance of her arousal. To me her natural scent was far better than her expensive perfume. I really had to struggle to maintain control of the situation and not just bury my face in her snatch. Keeping in mind what Uncle Jake had told me, I licked the crease between her vulva and thigh, then I bypassed her pussy, going on a roundabout kissing trip up through her forest to visit her navel and then back down to nibble at her other inner thigh. I teased her unmercifully, kissing and nibbling all around her aromatic pussy, but avoiding her at the same time. I did, however, nuzzle my nose through her pubic hair, inhaling her rich womanly aroma, and fleetingly let my nose press into her. She was punching her hips, trying to drive my tongue into her, but I managed to avoid giving in to her too quickly, allowing instead for her sexual tension to continue to build. I knew Uncle Jake would be proud of me when she nearly screamed, "Oh, yessssss, baby, yessssss!" as I took that first slow lick up between her labia, scooping up the copious fluids that were trickling from her. Did I already mention that I love the taste of pussy? A nice juicy pussy? The juicer the better? I thought so. Sam's mom was certainly juicy, providing me with a generous quantity of feminine secretions to scour from her snatch. Starting out slow, my tongue-lashing became more and more energetic. Only after navigating several times across every square centimeter of her pussy flesh that my tongue could reach, did I zero in on her clit for the coup de main. Vigorously I orally assaulted her protruding little man until the she ripped herself away from me, howling in the throes of a massive orgasm. Showing mercy, I let her be, knowing that she was now too sensitive for any further clitoral stimulation, at least for the time being. She rolled onto her stomach, convulsing in a ball on my bed. Sam's mom had slid off the bed partially, with only her arms, shoulder and head resting on the mattress. Lifting her by the hips, I straddled her in a near squat. She felt my dick rooting around between her legs and she rotated her hips upward. My glans found her labia, easily slipping in between her lubricated lips. I thrust a few times, realizing that I wasn't actually in her, rather my cock was sliding between her lips and across her clit. Next try I found the passageway to her womb. I sank balls deep into her in one motion, and began fucking her with long strokes, her ass punching upward to meet my thrusts. I pounded her pussy, riding her high up her back, driving the head of my cock into her g-spot with each savage inward stroke, fucking her to great effect. She was wailing like a banshee, tossing her head side to side. At one point I caught something in my peripheral vision. Mom was at the door, closing it. I screwed her until she finally threw herself forward, freeing herself of my cock just I was near the point of no return. Catching my breath while she drifted down from her latest sexual paramount, I caught sight of the cock-strap and the tube of KY Jelly that someone had thoughtfully placed on my bed stand for me. The lull in the action allowed my prick cool off a little. I eschewed a marathon fucking with the cock-strap, but took full advantage of the moment, greasing my pecker up with KY for round four. Mrs. Holis was now more or less on the bed, but her knees were still on the floor. Rubbing her up the butt crack, she didn't give any indications that her asshole was off limits. With a finger up her butt, I coaxed her to crawl up onto the bed. Crawling up behind her on my knees, I positioned my cock and pushed into her. Her sphincter gave way easily and I slid effortlessly up Tricha's well-traveled butt. My legs were weak from fucking in a squat and having her firmly and deeply impaled on my dick, I rolled us together onto our side. Spooning her like that was a very pleasant position for a leisurely ass fucking, allowing me good access to her breasts and equally good access to her clit. She moaned almost continuously while I pumped into her from behind, twiddling her tits, twiddling her twat, bringing her back to a very high state of raw passion where she made an unbelievable amount of racket as another climax built to the breaking point. This time I was close too and when I felt her gut clinch around my tingling dick, I let loose, jetting a stream of my cum up her rectum as she trembled and shook in ultimate pleasure. Spent and very sated, I feel asleep with my dick up Sam's mom's ass, hugging her body close to mine. She must have dozed off too, because we were still in the same position, her asshole gripping around the rim of my soft glans when Mom came in to gently wake us up. "Trisha. Trisha dear. It's getting late. You need to go home." Hearing my mother's soft voice, I instinctively snuggled into Trisha's back, grasping her breast. "Travis, wake up, dear. Supper will be ready in a thirty minutes and you still have your chores to do." Hearing the dreaded word 'chores' I mumbled, "Fuck." "Don't you talk like that young man!" scolded my mom. "I'll have your father teach you some manners!" Trisha and I began to peal apart, my dick stretching until it popped free of her ass. "Oh, sorry Mom. I didn't mean to say that, I..." Mom laughed, "It's okay, dear. I understand. I just don't want you using that word so casually." It wasn't until I was shoveling horseshit in the stall that the irony of what Mom said struck me. I could casually fuck her friend and the mother of my best friend, but I wasn't to say the word 'fuck'. Parents! The absurdity struck me funny and I had a hearty laugh.

Meltdown by FinchAgent One Casual Friday, Kate struggles to keep her outfit intact At the last minute before heading out of her apartment, Kate remembered that it was Friday. Or more specifically, Casual Friday. Not wanting to stick out in her smart Monday to Thursday attire, she rushed back to her closet and frantically looked for something else she could wear. There was no time to plan a whole new outfit, and, being in a new job, Kate wasn't quite sure how casual was too casual. A pair of black jeans caught her eye, and she grabbed them from the hanger and quickly pulled off her skirt and stockings. The jeans were a little tight. Perhaps they'd shrunk in the wash. Still, with a bit of effort, Kate managed to pull them up her legs and fasten the top button. She slid her bare feet back into her smart heels and looked at her outfit in the mirror. The jeans went nicely with her dark blazer, which she had on over a silky deep maroon button-up blouse. This was a solid smart-casual outfit. Her red hair fell neat about her shoulders, and her makeup brought out the blue of her eyes. The maroon blouse hugged her waist and breasts, showing just the slightest hint of cleavage, and the jeans and heels sculpted her legs pleasingly. Unfortunately, Kate had spent just enough time squeezing into her jeans to miss the subway train she needed to take to the office, and had to wait ten minutes for the next one. At two minutes past nine, a slightly frazzled Kate burst into the lobby of her office building, greeted the ladies at the reception desk, and hurried to the elevator, heels clacking. It was a hot day in early summer, and the speed-walk from the station had made her regret wearing black jeans. The office air conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat. Kate pressed the button for the basement. At this job, she was starting from the bottom. Once the elevator arrived at her floor, she walked briskly down the dingy, windowless hallway towards her work area. Strange noises emanated from the open-plan office, swishes, grunts, and fast moving footsteps. What in the hell was Steve up to today, she wondered. On paper, Kate managed the organization's technical support department. She was twenty-six and already in management. In practice, her job was to babysit Steve Bunten, a man-child who was as unpleasant as he was indispensable. She was twenty-six and still a babysitter. Steve's personal charm was zero, his grooming skills nonexistent, and he would spend much of the workday engaged in strange hobbies. But he knew the organization's systems better than anyone, and had single-handedly rescued them from total meltdown more times than anyone could count, so there was no choice but to keep him on the payroll. As Kate entered the open-plan desk area from the hallway, the source of the strange noises became clear. Steve's latest hobby, it appeared, was darting around the office, dramatically wielding a mall ninja sword, doing all sorts of spins and stabs at the air. For an extremely sedentary overweight man, he moved with surprising grace, but it was clear from the redness of his face that all this swordplay was really taking it out of him. "Hah! Haa-yah!" Steve cried, swinging his sword in the air. "Oh! Kate! Yah!" Kate's eyes went wide as the sword descended right in front of her eyes. With no time to so much as step back, her eyes widened in terror. There was a strong tug against her back as the tip of the sword made contact with the top of her blouse, which jerked her forward. SCHWING! PING! PING! PING! Steve's sword went all the way down and planted itself in the carpet. Steve grimaced as he pulled the sword free, stumbling back a few steps once it came out of the ground. "Sorry!" he said, a worried and apologetic look on his face. "I didn't mean to... whoa..." Steve's eyes widened as they fixed on Kate. Kate felt the cool wind from the air conditioner in some unexpected places. Her heart sank as she looked down to survey the damage. Steve's mall ninja sword had cleanly sliced off every button on Kate's blouse! It now hung, loosely parted, exposing the pearl-white skin of her torso, as well as a hint of cream bra. "EEEP!" Blushing, Kate pulled the sides of her ruined top closed. "Steven!" "I'm sorry, Kate, I didn't see you," Steve mumbled, looking down at his feet. "It was an accident." "Why were you swinging that thing around in the office in the first place?!" "Well, you said I should get more exercise..." "Not at the office!" Steve mumbled something unintelligible and slunk off to his desk, sword trailing on the ground. "You could have hurt me with that thing!" Kate yelled after him, after she'd surreptitiously checked herself for any cuts. "I really liked this top, you know!" Her admonishments were met with more unintelligible mumbling, Steve's usual response when he did something wrong. He plopped down on his chair and put on his large noise-canceling headphones. Kate knew that if she tried to talk to him now, he'd just ignore her, or worse, tell her she was interrupting critical infrastructure maintenance. With a weary sigh, she walked to her own desk in the corner of the room, hands firmly holding her top in place. Steve was the only other person who regularly worked in that part of the building. The rest of the tech support staff was only to happy to be permanently on-call, or worked remotely, probably to get away from situations like this one. Kate, being a manager, had to be here, with the only one of her team members who really required managing. She angled her swivel chair to face the corner and sank into it, releasing her grip on the sides of her top so that she could properly survey the damage. As the top fell open, the breath caught in her throat. Her bra was gone! Kate clutched the top closed again, not willing to flash even the corner of the wall. How had this happened? It must have been cut by Steve's sword, and fallen off while she was walking. This day just kept getting worse, and it had barely gotten started. Luckily, Kate had her blazer for some cover. She did up its two buttons, hiding her stomach. But unless she held her blouse closed, she would be showing most of her chest. What a nightmare! She would have to get a new top as soon as possible, but how? For the moment, Kate had an idea. Keeping her chair angled to the corner, she undid her blazer buttons again. Then she took the corners of either side of her top, brought them together and tied them in a knot, which came to rest against her sternum. This new arrangement of her top was not at all appropriate for work, exposing her midriff and considerable cleavage, but it covered the essentials. With her blazer buttoned up, she was basically decent. Clothes somewhat in order, Kate swivelled her chair around and got to her feet to look for her missing bra. She retraced her steps, scanning the office floor, but could find no trace of it. One possibility came to mind. Steve. She glanced at the large unkempt man, who was fully absorbed by his screen. Had he moved since she'd last looked? Yes, he was seated slightly differently. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd seen her bra fall off and taken it. For what purpose, she shuddered to think. Kate's first impulse was to walk over there, wrench his headphones off, and demand that he return her undergarment. But as she played the situation out in her mind, it seemed like less and less of a good idea. First off, she'd have to get up in his face, and in her current state of dress, that would mean just about letting him put his nose down her cleavage. Second off, he'd just deny it. At the very least, there would be an extended argument before he'd maybe admit it. And finally, even if he did return it, what good would a sliced up bra do her at this point? She definitely did not want Steve to keep her bra, but she needed a change of clothes before it would be practical to confront him about it. Maybe she could sneak home during her lunch break... Just then, Kate's ass buzzed. She pulled the phone from the back pocket of her jeans and looked at who was calling. It was Ron Booker, her boss. She answered immediately. "Hi Ron, how are you today?" "Just fine, thanks Kate. Listen, are you busy?" She was, but had learned quickly that when Ron Booker calls, one has to be available. "Not too busy, what do you need?" "There's some files I urgently need for a meeting this afternoon. Server logs or some such. I don't really know the details, but it's for my boss's boss, so it's extremely important. Issue is, the server's air-gapped, so the files can't be sent over the network," Ron said. Kate made a vague, affirmative mouth sound. "Anyway, I spoke to Steve already," Ron continued, "but he's got a lot on his plate, and you know I like to keep him behind that desk. He says he put all the files on a flash drive that's still plugged into the server. You're right by the server room, so I was hoping you could fetch it and bring it to me, soon as you can. I need it by twelve. Ask Steve for help if you need it." "Got it, sir," said Kate. "I'll have that drive to you ASAP." "Great stuff, Kate. You're punctual, I like that," Ron said. "The last few people who had your job, they weren't so punctual. But you're different. I know I can count on you." The line went dead. Reading between the lines, Kate understood that getting this flash drive to Ron before twelve was essential to her continued employment. That made her a little nervous, but how hard could it be? It was a few minutes past nine now, and all she had to do was get something from the server room and take it up to Ron's office on the tenth floor. She wouldn't need the whole morning for that! The worst part was that it would require her to have a chat with Steve after all. Kate walked over to his desk and lightly tapped him in the shoulder. She had to tap a few more times before he grunted and removed his headphones. "What is it?" Steve asked, swivelling his chair around. If he harbored any residual guilt for destroying Kate's top, not to mention stealing her bra, it didn't show on his face. Kate took a moment to compose herself before replying. "Ron just called. He says there's a flash drive in the server room that he needs me to bring him." "Yeah I know the one," Steve said to Kate's chest. "Gonna be difficult though, door's jammed." "What?" Kate asked. "Seriously?" "Come see." Steve lifted his considerable bulk from the office chair and led Kate to the server room entrance on the other side of the room. He grabbed the handle and tugged at it ineffectually. "Got stuck after I shut it last night." "Let me try," Kate said. Steve stepped aside, and she grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled. The door didn't budge, so she pulled harder, placing one heeled foot against the adjacent wall for leverage. Kate grunted and groaned with effort, but still the door didn't come loose. It was well and truly stuck. Steve stood watching Kate's efforts. Without a bra to support them, her breasts bounced pleasingly with each successive tug. "Okay, it's really stuck," Kate said at last, wiping the sweat off her brow. "Have you asked maintenance to come fix this?" "They're sending someone this afternoon." "That's too late! Ron needs the flash drive by twelve!" Steve shrugged. "Earliest they could manage. Lots to do today." Kate dialled maintenance and quickly confirmed Steve's story. Despite her pleading, the lady on the other end of the phone insisted that they couldn't send someone any earlier. Shoulders slumping, Kate put her phone back in her jeans pocket. She gave Steve a defeated look, silently begging for a moment of human empathy from him. "Ron's really counting on me for this." Steve put a hand to his chin. "You know, there is another way to get into the server room..." Kate's face lit up instantly. "Really? How?" Steve pointed at a small grate on the wall, near the floor. "The ventilation shafts go all over the building, and I know for a fact that the grate on the one in the server room is missing. Maintenance is going to put a new one in when they fix the door." Kate looked down at the vent. "You're joking." "Well, I'm definitely not going to fit," replied Steve, patting his large belly. "But you might." "Not through the gaps in that grate." Steve produced a small screwdriver from his shirt pocket and spun it around in his fingers, waggling his eyebrows. Kate looked at the grate again. She hated to admit it, but Steve was right. It was definitely big enough for her to crawl through. It might be a bit uncomfortable, but she wouldn't have to be in it for long. Just go in, grab the flash drive and get out again. Then she could take it up to Ron with hours to spare. It would certainly be a point in her favor come promotion time. Hell, it might be her ticket out of this basement! "Fine," said Kate. "Please open the grate for me, Steve." Steve grinned and crouched down, setting to work at once. Four loosened screws later, the grate came away from the wall and Kate found herself staring into a long, dark tunnel, just big enough for her to crawl through on her elbows and knees. Her blazer was very stiff about the shoulders, and crawling through the shaft with it would only make it dirty. She'd also have to lose her high heels. Steve stood to one side, watching her expectantly. "Turn around, please," Kate said, slowly undoing the top button of her blazer. With a sigh of disappointment, Steve turned around. Kate also turned her back to him. That way, if he peeked over his shoulder, he'd only see some of the skin of her lower back. Kate undid the buttons on her blazer and pulled it off, laying it carefully down on the carpet just next to the open entrance of the vent—she needed to be able to put it back on as soon as she returned. Then she stepped out of her shoes and bent down to peer into the tunnel. "Here goes nothing," she said, clambering into the vent on her elbows and knees, which clanged against the metal surface. "Good luck!" shouted Steve, who was definitely standing right behind her, intently watching her ass. Just then, Kate was extremely grateful that she'd swapped her skirt for this pair of jeans, tight as they were. "It's just a left, right and another left!" Steve continued. "Thanks," said Kate. "How do you even know that?" "I know all things, Miss Kate," Steve chuckled. Kate rolled her eyes and shuffled forward, feeling her way through the dark ventilation shaft. She'd never been claustrophobic, or afraid of the dark, but that didn't make it a pleasant experience. Feeling her way according to Steve's directions, she focused on the mission, and on how pleased Ron would be to get his flash drive. The grate in the server room was indeed missing, as Kate confirmed by the sudden appearance of light around the final left turn. Quickening her pace, she clambered towards the light and poked her head into the server room. Rows upon rows of tall server racks filled the room, and the air was full of the sound of whirring fans. The air felt cold against Kate's midriff as she climbed out of the vent and pulled herself up to a standing position. This room was kept at a much lower temperature than the rest of the office, which was already a bit nippy for someone not formally dressed. Kate's nipples poked through the fabric of her blouse. Luckily, the server room had no windows for Steve to look through. The flash drive was stuck in the USB port of a server in a central rack. Kate reached to pull it out, but stopped herself. The contents of this drive were very important to Ron, so it was probably worth making sure she wouldn't corrupt them by yanking it out. Taking out her phone, Kate dialled Steve. "I've found the flash drive, is it safe to remove?" Steve ummed and ahhed for a moment. "Probably best to safely remove. There's a screen and keyboard in the corner, I left them connected to that server." Kate walked over to the screen and keyboard, shook the mouse to life, and safely removed the flash drive. Back at the server, she pulled it out slipped it down the front of her blouse. As she was walking back to the grate, there was a barely audible click, and the air changed. A constant low hum that Kate had tuned out now became conspicuous by its sudden absence. All the fans in the room roared into overdrive. Kate's ass was vibrating again. She pulled out her phone and saw it was from Steve. "Hello?" "The aircon just shut off," said Steve. "Is it running in the server room?" There was an edge of panic in his voice. "Uh... no..." Kate replied, shouting over the din of the fans. Steve cursed. "They told me it was a separate system! Damn contractors." "I've got the flash drive and I'm coming back now," said Kate. "No!" Steve shouted aggressively. Kate was speechless. Her mind raced, jumping at once to all the worst conclusions. Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean to yell at you, but this is an emergency. The fans on those servers are not enough to keep them cool, not with the kinds of loads we're running. I'm already getting serious lag on my remote sessions. We need to shut everything down ASAP." Despite the many loud, whirring fans, the room was definitely heating up. The plastic cover of Kate's phone was already slick with sweat. "Can't you do that?" she asked Steve. "Not with this lag. And not for the air-gapped machines. Listen, I need you to go back to the workstation and help me shut these servers down. I've sent an urgent message to maintenance, but they might not get here in time. There's going to be a lot of very expensive damage if we don't work quickly." Kate sprinted back to the workstation and set her phone down next to the keyboard, switching it to speaker. "Okay, I'm there," she shouted over the roar of the fans. "Tell me what to do next!" Over the next five minutes, Steve walked Kate through the process of safely stopping and shutting down all the most critical servers. There was a lot of back and forth shouting as Steve told Kate what to click and what to type, and she shouted back descriptions of the screen. As they shut down each server, the fan sound grew quieter. But this only made the room hotter. Kate's whole body was coated in sweat. She took her hand from the mouse to wipe the moisture from her face when the screen became blurry. In the intense heat, she was grateful for her exposed midriff and bare feet. But her legs were burning up in her too-tight black jeans. She tried to ignore it and focus on the job, but by the tenth server, she was panting with fatigue. Fanning herself with her hands was ineffectual, she had to do something more to cool down. "Hold on a second," she said to Steve, finally making up her mind. Taking her hands from the keyboard, she brought them to her waist. After a bit of trying, the top button of her jeans popped open. Down went the zip of her fly. Already the relief was palpable. But here she was, taking off her pants in the office server room. Kate bit her lip as she gripped the sides of her waistband and forcefully yanked the tight denim down her thighs. She sighed at the feeling of hot air against her bare skin. Kate peeled her jeans all the way off and kicked them into a corner. "Okay, let's continue," she said to her phone, leaning over the workstation again. It was still unbearably hot, but she could think again. And one of the thoughts that came to mind was how inappropriate it was to be at work wearing only a tied up shirt and a pair of cream cotton panties. It must have been a funny sight, she thought, this crazy woman, dressed for the beach, red-faced and dripping with sweat, standing hunched over a computer and madly typing commands to shut down servers. "That was the last one," said Steve, after another ten minutes of frantic clicking and typing. "Good job, Kate." His voice sounded just as worn out as Kate felt. "Thank you," Kate replied, dropping down into a sprawl on the carpet. A moment of tired but triumphant silence elapsed before Steve's voice came through the phone speaker again. "Good news. I just saw a couple guys from maintenance come in, they're going to get that door fixed." Right as Steve spoke, there was a loud THUD from the other side of the server room. Kate looked to see the stuck door shake on its hinges. Without any of the servers running, the room was a little cooler, and Kate's head cleared enough to allow her to take stock of the situation. Here she was, scantily clad and dripping with sweat. Her blouse and panties stuck to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. And a couple of guys from maintenance were about to bust open the door and see it all, probably with Steve close behind. The door shook again, and Kate was certain she heard something crack. She glanced at the sweat-soaked denim heap that was her jeans, and remembered how long it had taken to get them on in the morning. There definitely wouldn't be time for that. If she tried to get them on now, that would just mean wiggling her panty-clad ass for Steve and the maintenance workers. The thought was mortifying. But wait! There was still the way she came in! She could, at the very least, hide in the vents until the workmen left. Then she would be able to safely retrieve her jeans and ultimately return to her blazer and shoes in the main office. Within seconds, Kate was clambering back through the vents. Just hiding near the entrance to the server room wasn't enough, as anyone who looked through the vent would get an eyeful of her panties, so she clambered some distance, putting couple of corners between herself and the server room. There was another faint click in the distance, followed by a sudden rush of cold air. Kate let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure as the air made contact with her sweaty limbs. The aircon had returned. She basked in it and let her body slump down. Some time later, Kate opened her eyes. She was lying on her stomach in an enclosed space, and her arms and legs felt stiff. Cool air blew all around her mostly naked body. For a moment, she panicked, and then she remembered where she was and what had happened. She must have fallen asleep in the vent, worn out by the heat and the stress of getting the whole server room shut down safely. How long had she been out? There was no way to tell, as she didn't wear a watch and had left her phone next to the workstation keyboard in the server room. It couldn't have been too long, she reasoned. There was no way she'd be able to sleep for very long in such a cold and uncomfortable place. There was no space to turn around in the vent, and no light to see. To get back to the server room, Kate would have to crawl backwards and retrace her steps. What turns had she taken? She couldn't remember. It suddenly dawned on her that crawling back into the vents had been a pretty bad idea. Kate found herself wishing she'd let the maintenance men walk in on her in the server room. It would have been embarrassing, but not horribly so. She was dressed for the beach, not the office, but she was still dressed. And with the heat in the server room, it was only natural. Why did she have to be so shy about people seeing her panties? But there was no sense in dwelling on her mistakes now, or in panicking. Kate needed to keep calm and find her way back to the office. Crawling forward would be a lot easier than crawling backward, and she would be able to put her blazer on once she got there. Steve could fetch her jeans for her, while she hid her lower body in the vent. Yes, that would work. With a firm plan in her head, Kate clambered forward. She took a right turn, and then a left, and then another right. In a few places, she had to move up and down, which she didn't remember needing to do before. She must have taken a wrong turn at some point, but all she could do now was press forward. Hopes of seeing her blazer became slimmer, and now she hoped merely for a light. Finally, after a left turn, she saw light up ahead. Her eyes took some time to adjust after being in the dark for so long, but she couldn't see much, apart from the white paint on the opposite wall of whatever room she had come to. Overjoyed to finally be escaping from the vent, she hurried forward, motoring on her elbows and knees. The vent creaked behind her, and she noticed a difference in the sensations below her. There seemed to be a lack of support from below. Before Kate could react, the vent creaked again, loudly, and the world around her began to bend. The floor was turning into a slide, sloping toward the light. Kate's eyes widened as gravity took hold of her, sliding her down the bending ventilation shaft. As she tumbled out of the mouth of the shaft, she saw a mountain of discarded office junk below her. This exit was near the ceiling rather than the floor of a room, and that room was piled high with broken office chairs, old printers, cracked water coolers and ancient CRT screens, all closely packed together. She slipped from the shaft and dove into the pile of junk like it was a swimming pool. Kate fought her way through the heaps of endless garbage, pushing against jutting plastic chair backs and broken wooden desk legs. There was a closed door some way ahead, and it became the only thing she cared about as she shoved and contorted her way through all the junk. At last, Kate's hand closed around the door handle, and she twisted and pushed it open. Some of the junk followed as she staggered forward out of the room. She found herself in another part of the basement, a hallway she recognized. There was a break room slightly ahead, and a clock on the wall. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. Looking at the clock, Kate became conscious of the flash drive that pressed against her right breast. She still had to get it to Ron, and she had an hour to do so. That would give her plenty of time to get back to her office and find some clothes before delivering it. She would just have to walk quickly and hope no one got a good look at her in her beach outfit. But something felt different. There was a breeze where there hadn't been one before. Oh no. No. It couldn't be! Kate bit her lip and forced her eyes down. It was. At some point in her scramble through the junk room, Kate's panties must have gotten caught on something and come completely off, without her noticing. She glanced desperately back through the door, but could see no trace of them among all the broken furniture. Finding a scrap of cotton among that mess would be impossible. Kate was now standing in the middle of an office hallway wearing only a tied up shirt, naked from the sternum down, and with serious cleavage to boot. Her round butt and cute tuft of ginger pubic hair were on full display. To make matters worse, she could hear footsteps approaching. One of her colleagues was moments away from getting visual confirmation that the carpet did in fact match the drapes. Could she go back into the junk room? No, there was no way she was going to squeeze back into that hellhole again! What if it claimed her top as well? The hallway ended at a blank wall not far up ahead, and the only other place she could go without walking towards the oncoming footsteps was the break room. Kate darted inside, hoping there would be somewhere to hide, though she was doubtful. The break room was home to exactly zero full-length cabinets, opaque privacy closets, or broom closets. There were a few tables and plastic chairs, a water cooler, a couple of booths against the far wall, and a kitchen island with a coffee machine on top. Kate darted behind the kitchen island. Before she had time to duck out of sight, she heard a familiar voice. "Hey Kate, happy Friday!" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gus, a man she knew from the only other department that worked in the basement—customer support. He was wearing a black t-shirt with the name of a metal band on it over plain blue jeans and sneakers. "Hi Gus," Kate replied, not knowing what else to do. She tried to keep her voice as normal as possible, but the greeting came out a little squeaky. For his part, Gus appeared to not notice, or at least not want to say, anything about Kate's outfit. As she turned to face him, she caught his eyes looking at her cleavage for all of a split second before they refocused on her face. The island stood between them, so he couldn't see her lower body. Realizing this, Kate stepped as far forward as she could go, feeling the edge of the island press into the skin of her stomach. "Hot day today, eh?" said Gus, making an exaggerated fanning movement with his hand. "Especially with this aircon going on and off." "Y—yeah, very hot," Kate replied, fully conscious that she in the office, having a casual conversation about the weather with a colleague, while not wearing pants or panties. If Gus just walked to the other side of the island, he'd get an idea of just how hot things really were. "It's supposed to be Casual Friday, but they won't let us wear shorts," Gus continued. "Not very casual if you ask me. You're looking good by the way. Want some coffee?" Gus took a dangerous step to the right. "I—it's okay, I'll make it," Kate said quickly, catching his gaze with hers and attempting to subtly lead him back to the center of the island. "You just stay right there." "Thanks Kate," said Gus, retracting his foot. "How do you like it?" Kate asked. "White and sweet," Gus replied, the vaguest hint of a wink about his eyes. Kate pressed the appropriate buttons on the coffee machine, but Gus stopped her before she could press Start. She looked at him quizzically. "Sorry Kate, it's just a little thing... I like to use my own mug, the blue one with the black stripes. It's just over there, on the shelf behind you." Kate glanced behind her, and then followed the direction of Gus's finger, which was pointing up to the top wall shelf. A blue mug with black stripes sat alone, far above the shelves with the standard white mugs. Kate's heart skipped a beat. "It's a little high, sorry, I'll come around and grab it for you." Kate put a frantic hand on Gus's forearm to stop him. "Don't worry, I'll get it!" "Are you sure you can reach? It might be a bit of a stretch." It would be a bit of a stretch, Kate knew. She'd have to walk back from the island, turn around, and get up on the tips of her toes to grab the mug. Gus would see her rump for sure! He'd been nice and polite about her work-inappropriate top, and had probably genuinely thought it was just down to the weather, but there was no way he'd shrug off her bare ass! He would think she was some kind of pervert. Kate's mind raced. She couldn't hesitate too long, or he'd come around and get his mug himself, and that would be even worse. She also couldn't refuse to use his mug, because that would be weird and hostile. What she needed was a distraction. Some way to get Gus to look away while she fetched his mug. But what? She didn't have much to work with—all she had was the shirt on her back. A horrible plan formed in Kate's mind. It was risky and potentially embarrassing, but there was no other option. "I'll grab the mug for you now, Gus," she said, holding firm eye contact with him. "It's a nice mug, where did you get it?" As Gus told the story of his office mug, Kate did her best to look interested and nod appropriately. All the while, her hands were at work, slowly, subtly placing the loose end of the knot that held her top together over a piece of decorative metal filigree on one side of the coffee machine, until it was thoroughly caught. Then she loosened the knot. Luckily for Kate, Gus was resolutely focused on looking her in the eyes and couldn't see what her hands were doing. At an appropriate point in the story, Kate let out an enthusiastic laugh and pulled to the side. The knot instantly came undone. "That's so— aaah!" Kate screamed, pretending to only notice now, as her top unravelled. "Gus! Don't look!" Gus's eyes went wide as the knot fell apart and the sides of Kate's top dropped down, but dutifully slapped his hand in front of his eyes. "Sorry!" he cried. Kate spun around, her open blouse billowing around her, boobs bouncing freely, and reached up to grab the mug from the top shelf, also taking a white mug for herself. Even with her shirt untied, her ass was fully on display as she reached up her hand. With only an open shirt on her back, she was basically naked in the office break room. Kate put both mugs down on the counter, then firmly retied her shirt. "You can look now," Kate said to Gus, as she positioned his mug under the coffee machine's spigot. Gus took his hand away from his eyes and opened them, chuckling nervously. He seemed more determined than ever to maintain eye contact with Kate and quickly changed the subject to work matters while his coffee brewed. "Here you go," Kate said as she handed over the blue mug, before preparing her own coffee. They spoke for a few more minutes as Kate's coffee brewed, about work, their colleagues and their weekend plans. The whole time, Kate acted as normal as she could, keeping her body pressed against the side of the island, hoping with all her might that Gus would stay on his side. Finally, Kate's coffee was ready, and she took the white mug in a shaking hand. After she'd taken a couple of sips, Gus said it was time for him to get back to work. At last! Kate smiled and waved as he took his mug and started back towards the hallway. Then he stopped. "Oh! I almost forgot my lunch!" The fridge was behind Kate. "I—I'll get it for you!" she yelped. "Nah, don't worry," said Gus, swiftly advancing to her side of the island. Panicking, Kate sidled to the edge of the island and around the corner just in time. Now her whole body was visible in profile from the doorway, but the counter-top still hid her from Gus. She smiled at him and took a sip of her coffee. The fridge was right near the edge of the island, so there was still a chance she'd be seen where she was standing. As Gus walked towards it, Kate continued to sidle, until she had rounded another corner. Now she was on what had been Gus's side of the island, her bare butt framed by the break room's open doorway. Gus knelt down to open the fridge and rummaged inside for a few seconds. Kate could feel her heart beat faster and faster. She tried her best to remain calm, even though anyone coming into the break room right now would immediately see she wasn't wearing pants, and then the jig would be up. "Ah! Found it!" Gus said at last, pulling a bag from the fridge. He stood up, coffee in one hand, lunch in the other, and turned to Kate. There was a puzzled look on his face. "Did you... never mind. Have a good day, Kate!" "You too, Gus!" Gus turned and walked back around the island, allowing Kate to sidle back to safety. He looked back once and she was standing in the same spot she'd been when he'd come in, sipping her coffee. Kate waved to him, and he disappeared around the corner. As soon as Gus's footsteps faded, Kate poured the rest of her coffee in the sink and collapsed into a fetal position on the floor, the tiles cold against her backside. That was way too close! She could still feel the adrenaline in her veins and her heart almost breaking through her ribcage. A few deep breaths calmed her down slightly. Gus had come within inches of seeing her naked pussy! And he'd probably seen a nipple when her shirt opened. There was something kind of exciting about that, amidst the mortifying embarrassment. He wasn't a bad looking guy, though a little on the short side. The break room was not safe. Anyone could come in at any time, and sooner or later, someone would notice what Kate wasn't wearing. She needed to get out of here and find some pants. And then there was the matter of Ron's flash drive. Kate glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was eleven-thirty. She had half an hour to get some proper clothes on and deliver the flash drive. Kate untied the knot in her blouse and let it fall to her sides. If she held it closed with both hands, it would cover her torso, but it wasn't long enough to reach more than partway down her butt. If anyone saw her for more than briefest instant, they'd know she wasn't wearing any panties. The flash drive had fallen on the ground when Kate opened her blouse, so she bent down to pick it up. Her blouse didn't have any pockets, so she would have to hold onto it until she got some better clothes. An idea came to her. The first time she'd visited Ron's office, on her first day on the job, she'd accidentally walked into the room opposite, which was some kind of supply closet. She'd been very confused at the absence of Ron and the presence of many rows of blue workmen's overalls, but had soon figured out her mistake and found the right place. She also remembered Ron saying that his floor was very quiet, as most of the people there were still working remotely. As Kate saw it, she had two options. The first was to sneak back to her own office, probably bump into Steve, retrieve her sweat-sodden jeans from the server room, and then still be missing a functional top and not have time to deliver Ron's flash drive. The second was to ride the elevator up to Ron's floor, sneak through the empty halls to the supply closet, grab some big, bulky overalls, and then deliver the flash drive right on time. The choice was obvious. Kate headed for the nearest elevator. The halls were thankfully mostly empty. A few times, Kate heard voices, or saw people walking in adjacent halls, but she was quick and quiet enough not to attract their attention. When the elevator came in sight, she saw that it was waiting for her, open and empty. But the door had started closing. She had to take this one. If she hesitated on an empty elevator, she would have to stand around in the lobby until it came back, and it might not be empty the next time. After quickly ensuring no-one was standing around in the elevator lobby, Kate released her hold on the front of her blouse and sprinted for the closing door, arms pumping. Her blouse billowed behind her like a cape, and she felt the wind whip across the front of her naked body. She got there just in time, squeezed through the elevator door just before it closed, and punched in the number of Ron's floor. Kate put her arm against the wall and looked down at the floor, panting. She'd done it. The flash drive was still tightly grasped in her right hand. A few seconds later, the elevator began its ascent. Kate felt a pull at her back, and slammed into the doors, landing on her butt. There was a grinding sound, and Kate's arms were forced back as the ascent of the elevator tore off her blouse. It had been caught between the doors. She turned and watched helplessly as the last of the maroon fabric disappeared beneath the floor. Kate was in shock. She scooted into the back corner of the elevator and pulled her knees up to her chin. The smooth metal wall of the elevator cab was cold against her back. She was now completely naked, in an elevator at the office, headed for the tenth floor. What if someone else got in? If only she'd taken the stairs! The floor indicator had reached 3. Ever so slowly, it ticked to 4, and then 5. Kate pressed her back into the smooth steel wall of the elevator cab, willing it to swallow her up. 6... 7... The elevator paused for a moment on 8. Kate waited in terror for the doors to open. Nothing happened. The elevator continued its ascent. 9... 10. The elevator stopped, and the doors began to open. It didn't look like anyone was standing in the hallway. The doors opened fully, and still the hallway looked empty. Kate strained her ears for sounds of footsteps or conversations, but heard nothing. She stared out through the open doorway and into the hall, not willing to move. Soon, the door would close, and the elevator would go somewhere else. Someone else would definitely get on then. Kate had to avoid that. But the only way to do so would be to run out into the hallway on this floor, where anyone might see her. Kate had been worried before about how much of her body she could hide with her blouse, but now there was no way to cover anything, besides her arms. All she had on her person was the small flash drive clutched in her right hand. The elevator door began to close. Adrenaline spiked in Kate's veins, and with an immense effort of willpower, she forced herself up and out, again just managing to squeeze through the doors. The hallway was as empty as it had looked from inside the elevator, but there was no guarantee that it would stay that way for long. Kate needed more than ever to get to the supply closet with the overalls. Hoping that she remembered the direction correctly, she turned right down the hallway and sprinted. Kate's bare feet flew across the scratchy office carpet. Her running was awkward and halting, as she held one arm across her breasts and the other down to her crotch. A few of her fingers where all that separated the flash drive she would be delivering to Ron from her naked pussy. At a junction in the corridors, Kate heard voices. She crouched down and hid behind a potted plant, willing herself not to make a sound, not to even breathe. "Gotta finish these damn TPS reports, what a great Friday..." "Tell me about it..." The voices passed, traveling through the hallway adjacent to Kate's hiding place. One of them, a woman in a light sundress, passed only a few feet in front of her, but was too absorbed in her conversation to look over at the naked woman behind the pot plant. She passed close enough that Kate could read the hands of her watch. It was ten minutes to twelve o'clock. Kate let out a sigh of relief as the voices disappeared into the distance. Up ahead, she could see the door to the supply closet. Across from it was the door to her boss's office. Both were closed. Reaching the supply closet, Kate grasped the handle and turned it as quietly as she could. She opened it just enough to fit through and slipped inside. As the door quietly clicked closed, shielding her body from the eyes of the outside world, Kate felt a sense of pride. She had done it. With a bit of bravery and quick thinking, she had made it all the way here without being seen, and with enough time to deliver the flash drive. She smiled to herself, stood up straight, and turned around. The closet was empty, save a few dusty hangers. A hastily scrawled sign stood up on one of the shelves read, "MOVED TO FLOOR 8." Kate felt like screaming. Not a single pair of overalls, nor even so much as a towel or a handkerchief remained for her to cover herself with. There was, however, a clock on the wall, taunting her. Five minutes to twelve. This closet didn't have any clothes for her, but it was also unlikely that anyone else would come in here. Maybe Kate could spend the rest of the day in here, wait for everyone to go home, and then sneak out and find something to wear. It would be a lot easier to get around in an empty office on a Friday night. While her blouse was probably destroyed, she'd at least be able to find her jeans and blazer again, and her bra was probably in Steve's desk drawer. There was just one problem with that plan. Kate still had an important job to do for her boss. The flash drive clasped in her right hand was the only thing she'd managed to hold onto today, and his office was only a few feet away. Moreover, there was only one flash drive, and it was the one she was holding. If she stayed in here for the rest of the day, Ron would have to get Steve to put the important files on another flash drive, and then deliver them. Would that even be possible after they'd had to shut down everything in the server room? At any rate, it wouldn't make Ron very happy with her. Neither would showing up in his office naked. Well, actually that might make him very happy, but Ron was married, and Kate didn't need people accusing her of sleeping her way to a promotion. Two minutes remained. Kate really wanted to keep her job, but was it really worth walking into her boss's office naked? Surely that could get her fired as well! Maybe it would be fine if she just explained everything. Bad luck can happen to anyone. She just had to make it clear that she wasn't naked for any other reason than a string of ridiculous accidents. And, perhaps, some poor judgement. That was the truth. Knowing her luck, if she stayed in this closet, someone would come in and find her. Then she'd be caught, seen, embarrassed, and neglecting her work to boot. It was better to be embarrassed on her own terms, and get the job done for Ron. With one minute to go, Kate had made up her mind. She took a deep breath, pulled herself up straight, and draped her arm across her breasts. With her free hand, pulled over the door of the supply closet. Then, before she could convince herself not to, she strode into the hall and knocked on her boss's door. "Come in," said Ron. After another deep breath, Kate turned the door handle and stepped into Ron Booker's office. "Hello K—woah!" Ron's jaw dropped at the sight of totally naked woman entering his office. Blushing furiously, Kate willed herself to continue walking forward. Legs shaking, she pressed one arm tightly over her breasts and held the hand of her other arm over her crotch, desperate to preserve what little dignity she had left. She was trying to look even more embarrassed than she felt, lest Ron get the idea that she was propositioning him. "I—I had a few, uh, wardrobe malfunctions on the way over here," she said. "But I've brought the flash drive, just as you requested." Standing in front of Ron's desk, Kate realized that she would have to remove her arm from her breasts in order to hand the drive over. She bit her lip as she wrenched her arm out of place and held the drive out to Ron, who now had a front-row seat to the view of her full, round breasts and stiff nipples. A moment passed without either of them daring to move. Kate could feel her blush deepen. "Thank you, Kate," Ron said, forcing his eyes to her face. He took the flash drive from her, their fingers touching briefly. "Right on time." Kate returned her arm to its position across her chest and nodded. "I hope your boss's boss is happy with it." "I'm sure she will be," Ron said. "Listen, why don't you sit down?" He motioned towards the chair Kate was standing next to, and Kate dutifully took her seat, legs crossed. Her bare ass made direct contact with the chair's soft cushion, but Ron didn't seem to mind. Ron smiled at her and adjusted his glasses. "I've just got off a call from Steve Bunten," he said. "He was debriefing me on the server room incident earlier today. I'm sure you already know, but he managed to get everything started again after maintenance fixed the aircon, and he's impressed on me the importance of having a redundant system in place." Kate nodded. Ron seemed to have slipped right into work mode, and he clearly expected her to do the same, regardless of her current state of dress. "He said you were instrumental in getting everything shut down safely," Ron continued. "That you got into the server room when he couldn't and diligently followed his instructions to shut everything down, as temperatures soared to insane levels. It must have been quite uncomfortable in there!" Kate nodded again, smiling bashfully. Ron appeared to be quite impressed with her, but she found herself wishing he could skip the praise and just offer her something to wear already. "You're looking quite red, so I imagine the heat must still be affecting you. Steve said you had to take some clothes off to keep cool, which is commendable. You've really gone above and beyond today, Kate. Steve says he couldn't have done it without you. If you hadn't helped, we'd have lost weeks of data, and had to replace thousands of dollars of server equipment!" Kate really hoped that all this talk would translate into a raise, promotion, or at least a towel or something. "And if that wasn't enough, you rushed all the way up here to deliver the flash drive to me in time! I take my hat off to you, Kate, I really do." Kate squirmed in her seat. Ever since she'd started working here, she'd been hoping for a conversation like this with Ron, but she'd never expected to be naked for it. "I'll admit I was a bit shocked when you showed up at my door like that," Ron said. "I didn't know what to think at first. But I totally get it, after all that heat in the server room. Your clothes must have been ruined with sweat, and obviously you needed to cool down a bit more before you put anything else on." Kate nodded vigorously. Her boss was proud of her, and also didn't think she was a pervert. "I wouldn't have expected you to come all the way here to deliver that drive after what you've been through, you know," Ron said, smiling sympathetically. "But you did it anyway, without even taking the time to cool off and get dressed. I knew you were punctual, but this is something else. You're going places, Kate." "Thank you," Kate said, almost more embarrassed by the fulsome praise then by the way Ron's eyes kept dropping to pass over her body. "No, thank you." Ron picked up the intercom phone on his desk. "Listen, you probably don't want to walk around the office like that, so I'll have someone bring up your laptop and you can work from here for the rest of the day. My secretary's off today, so you can take her desk." He indicated a separate desk at one side of the room. "I won't even make you put any clothes on. Not until some of that redness dies down." Kate blushed even redder. She had a slight suspicion that Ron didn't fully believe his own rationalization of her nudity, but it seemed better to play along. She'd probably get to put her clothes back on. Eventually. The End

Molly and Misti By Molly McMann By the time my month-long nudity requirement was nearly expired I had been seen naked up close for hours at a time by dozens of people, yet nearly all of them had been female.  It wasn’t that males were unwelcome at Bea and Dee’s house; they just were not part of the natural ecosystem. I could have counted on one hand the number of heterosexual males I had encountered at the House, and all but one of these had been accompanied by his wife or girlfriend. An exception was Ken, who played on our softball team.  After games, we would go out drinking at a bar in our neighborhood — all of us wearing our teal-colored jerseys and ballcaps. It was the Roommates’ favorite bar because it was an easy walk to the House so we didn’t have to worry about who would drive.  We would drive back from the game and then leave Bea’s van in the parking lot overnight and just walk home. Ken was funny and reasonably attractive.  In another universe I could imagine something romantic or sexual happening between us — if in that universe I was attracted to older men and had not already been spoiled by having met Jack.  I barely knew Jack at that point, but a certain portion of my brain had become preoccupied with him. Ken was certainly fun to be around, though, and like most guys he had a mild fixation with the concept of lesbianism, so Shelly would toy with him by telling him about me and Jaye. “Yeah,” Shelly was saying to him at the bar, “Molly’s girlfriend is SO strict.  She makes poor Molly go naked ALL the time.  And then at some point every evening Jaye SPANKS her in front of everyone!” “Well,” Ken said, clearly not taking her seriously but playing along, “they do say it’s important to have structure in one’s life.” He gave me a raised-eyebrow look seeking some kind of confirmation, but I decided to be vague. “You just never know what to believe, with Shelly, do you Ken?” I said. “Maybe I should drop by and find out for myself,” he suggested. “Sorry, you can’t do that,” Shelly said.  “No males allowed under any circumstances.” “So there’s no way for me to confirm—.” “— unless they’re invited by one of us,”  Shelly went on.  “Molly, would you like to invite Ken over for dessert and coffee this evening?” Everyone looked at me to see how I would handle it. “Gosh, normally I would,” I said, “but there probably won’t be any dessert tonight because Dee’s with us and nobody else can bake anything more complicated than brownie mix with marijuana.” “Don’t you fret, darlin,” Dee said, “I got dessert all prepared and it just needs the finishin.  I’ll be ready by time coffee is.” Everyone looked back at me. “You should know, Ken,” I said, “Shelly is probably lying to you about me going naked and getting spanked.” “Well, I’m sure it would be a delightful experience either way,” Ken said. Everyone looked at me again. “But if by chance she was telling the truth,” I went on, “you should assume that the most important rule is look but don’t touch, and no photos or you’re dead.” “That actually sounds like two rules,” Ken pointed out, “and does the death part apply to both or just the second one? This is why grammar is so important.” “Just the second,” I said.  “Touch and you only get maimed.  Take photos and you die.” “I’ll kill him for you, Sunshine,” Bea said, tossing back a shot of Jack Daniels.  “Either that or I’ll just take his phone away from him at the door. That way’s not as messy.” “Say Ken!” I said cheerily, as if a fabulous idea had just occurred to me, “why don’t you come over to the House for coffee and dessert?” “What a delightful and unexpected surprise,” Ken said.  “I would be honored to attend.” He took his phone out of his pocked and slid it across the table to Bea.  “Figured I’d better do that now so she doesn’t have to decide.” After finishing our drinks and paying up, we walked along the uneven brick streets of our spunky little neighborhood.  When we reached the peeling-yellow Victorian house, I led the way through the big oak front door into the entryway and came to a halt in front of the threshold to the rest of the house.   The entryway itself was only about four feet wide and maybe eight feet long so the five of us were bunched together with me holding up traffic. “Sorry, I have to pause here for a minute,” I said to Ken and pointed to the Post-It note on the doorway saying “MOLLY REQUIRED TO BE NAKED BEYOND THIS POINT.” “Oh my god, can this really be true?” Ken laughed, “or is this a pre-planned practical joke on poor old me?” “Old is right,” Shelly said, crowding him from behind to make sure he and I were standing as close together as possible without actually touching. “Would you please hold this for me a second, Ken” I handed him my ballcap, and pulled off my tshirt.  Being bra-averse, I was now topless. “Oh my god,” he said with appropriate awe as I tucked the tshirt into a little laundry bag that always hung from one of the pegs next to my wardrobe of summer dresses.  I retrieved my cap from his hands and took my time adjusting the little strap behind my head with both hands as he looked down at my breasts. I kicked off my shoes, hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my gray athletic shorts and pushed them down down my hips until they fell to the floor.  I am, of course, panty-averse also. “Oh my god,” Ken repeated.  I put one hand on his shoulder to steady myself while I peeled off my socks. I was now entirely nude except for the teal-colored ballcap as I stood six inches in front of him with my hands on my hips.  “Doesn’t this color look great with my hair?” I asked. Ken managed to drag his eyes all the way up to mine and whispered, “breathtaking.” I took the hat off and reached past him to put it on a peg. “Unfortunately, I can’t wear that either, because the rule is that I have to be entirely and completely nude before I step over this threshold.” I stepped backwards into the front hallway, twirled around without looking back and led the way to the kitchen where Jaye and the rest of the Roommates were sitting around the kitchen table drinking beer. “Who’s the old guy?” Jaye asked, sizing up Ken. “Ken,” Ken said, extending his hand.  “I’m 52, which I agree makes me an old guy.” “Tolerable to meet you,” Jaye said, and then turning to me she added, “Ready for your spanking, babycakes?” “Already?  Can’t a girl get a little drunker first?” “Time and location are at my discretion,” she quoted from our agreement.  “Maybe you’d better explain to Ken what’s about to happen.” “I already did,” Shelly yelled from across the room where she was getting more beers from the refrigerator and handing them around.  “Hey Ken, this is the part where Molly gets spanked.” “Oh, all right,” I said.  “Where do you want to do it tonight?” Jaye knew I preferred the comfy leather couch where I had rearranged the furniture so I could watch myself in the mirror, but she liked the bright lights of the kitchen. “Ken, buddy, have a seat,” Jaye said, gesturing to the empty chair opposite her at one end of the thick-legged farmer table.  Kay and Mandy and a couple of other girls were sitting in the other chairs, all of them drinking beer from bottles that left pools of condensation on the tabletop.   “Move your beers, ladies,” Jaye announced.  “Molly is going to crawl up on the table to get her spanking, aren’t you, Molly?” “Just so you know, Ken,” I said as I put one knee on the tabletop and climbed onto it, “I have to obey her because she has spank points.  Tonight, anyway.” “Oooooooh,” Shelly teased, “You better watch yourself, Jaye.  She might not give you any more points.”= “Oh, I’ll probably still give her points,” I said, now on my hands and knees on the sturdy table.  “She knows I can’t resist those lips.  In fact, here’s some spank points for tomorrow.”  Jaye and Ken were on opposite sides of the table so to kiss her I had to turn my body sideways and point my butt at him.  “Sorry . . . about that . . . Ken,” I said in between giving her three five-second kisses. “Not a problem,” Ken said.  “Take your time.” “Three’s enough for now,” I said, turning back to the center of the table and crawling a step or two before stretching myself out.  The hastily moved beer bottles had left little pools of condensation on the tabletop and my breasts and belly became wet as I lay down. I moved around a little to get  comfortable and my breasts slid slipperily on the table surface. My butt was now too far down the table for Jaye to reach from the end chair, so she traded places with Kay.  On the other side of the table, Shelly made sure Ken got moved to the spot opposite Jaye.  I turned my head to Ken’s side so I could watch him watching me. SMACK!!  “You okay, over there Ken?” Shelly asked with fake concern.  “Can your old man heart handle this much excitement?” SMACK!!  “If I keel over, please call me an ambulance,” Ken said without turning his head. “But tell them to take their time.” SMACK!!  “Ken’s doing just fine,” I said, wanting to be in the conversation.  “I might let him spank me next.” Jaye paused in mid-spank and she and Ken said together, “you might?” “In another universe,” I clarified, prompting everyone to laugh. SMACK!!  “I didn’t mean that as a put-down,” I said. SMACK!!  “If there are parallel universes there are probably a few where I’d let Ken do that. “ SMACK!!  “This just doesn’t happen to be one of them.” SMACK!!   Shelly snorted derisively and Ken said, “I’m pretty sure all of the versions of me in all of the universes would be receptive to that idea.” SMACK!!  “Do I get to eat your pussy in any of those other universes,” Shelly asked, earning a punch in the shoulder from Elle. SMACK!! “Not in a single one of them,” I said.  “Jaye, I think that was ten.” SMACK!!  “No, that was nine and a half.  This—“ SMACK!! “is ten.” I started to get back up on my hands and knees, enjoying the cool air on my wet breasts and belly, when Jaye said, “just roll over, Molly.”  She put her hands on my waist and applied a little pressure and I went along with it, rolling over on the table and then relaxing on my back looking up at the pots and pans hanging from the ceiling and at Ken’s wide eyes staring at my midsection. Finding myself naked on a kitchen table with a bunch of lesbians and a straight guy sitting around ogling me, I felt the urge to have a good stretch. So I did, pointing my toes at one end of the long table and my fingertips at the other, and emitting a pseudo-involuntary moan to make sure they knew just how satisfying this stretch felt. Ken’s eyes were glued to my pussy, which in fairness was right there where his dinner plate might have been.  I knew he was seeing everything because although I barely trimmed my pubic hair, it only grows in that main pubic hair spot above the pussy proper.  Random hairs that grew below that I routinely shaved when I did my legs.  So from Ken’s vantage point, my pussy was as exposed as it could be. He took a long look, then glanced up, making eye contact apologetically. His expression made me laugh.  “It’s okay to look,” I reminded him.  “It says so right there in the rules.” “Just before the part about ‘maimed if you touch’,” Dee reminded him.  She was busy at the counter finishing up her dessert concoction — in which the final touch involved a tablespoon of whiskey for the chocolate sauce and a tablespoon (or two) for the chef.  She put the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table next to Jaye and said, “somebody oughta do a f#ckin body shot.” Jaye took to the suggestion instantly and told me to lie still as she poured whiskey from the bottle into my belly button.  “Don’t I at least get a slice of lime to hold in my mouth?” I asked. “That’s for tequila,” Jaye said, putting a fingertip to my lips and leaning her face down to slurp from my stomach.  She brought her face up again and I clasped my hands behind her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss.  She opened her mouth into mine and I tasted the sting of whiskey on my lips. “Four,” I said after the kiss.  “Now you have four spank points for tomorrow. Would you like a couple more?” Jaye grinned and poured another shot of whiskey into my belly button.  Again we kissed and shared the drink for spank point number five.  As we kissed, I let my body relax and my legs fell open naturally.  I was giving Ken the gynecologist’s view, and he was drinking it up.  He looked up at me and said, “I’m 52, and this is the best day of my life.” That made me laugh and I wanted this moment to go on forever.  “Do another,” I said to Jaye.  She did, and we shared the whiskey in another kiss.  “Okay, that’s six,” I said.  “Let’s save the last four for later. When we’re alone.  Or not.” “It’s ready!” Dee sang out and began handing out bowls of ice cream swimming in warm chocolate syrup laced with whiskey and topped with whipped cream.  I was motivated to sit up the rest of the way to eat mine, but didn’t bother getting off the table.  I sat crosslegged in front of Ken and we all fell silent as we focused on on the serious business of eating our dessert.  I was purposely sloppy, letting drips fall on myself so I would have to wet my finger and tidy myself up. * * * * A couple days later, Jaye and I were in her bed, both of us naked, when she brought up Ken.  “You were pretty turned on exposing yourself in front of a guy — so maybe we should try that thing I suggested a while back.” “Me going naked in front of a bunch of guys?  I don’t know.” “You said you might do it as Misti.” “I know I said that, but . . . I don’t know.” “Now, you can’t tell me you weren’t excited that night.” “You spanked me on the kitchen table!  I would have been excited doing that with just the girls.  But . . . I admit it really pushed my buttons having him watching.” “You mean this button?” “Mmmm, I meant the buttons in my brain, but I like how you push that button too.” “I should have done this when you were on the table with Ken watching.  Would you have let me?” “I hope not, but I don’t know so it’s a good thing you didn’t try.  It’s going to be awkward enough seeing Ken again at the next game.” “Awkward-bad or awkward good?” “I don’t think I can . . . judge that question fairly with . . . you touching me like this.” “Imagine we’re doing this in front of Ken.  Or not Ken, but a man like him that you’ve never met before and will never see again.  He’s just an anonymous male watcher that you don’t have to talk to at softball games.” “Mmmmmm . . . That would be . . .  convenient.” “And it’s not just one guy, but three or four.  Or a roomful.” “Too many.  Three.” “Okay three.  They’re sitting around that table and you’re on top of the table and I’m doing this to you.” “Have I been introduced to them?” “Do you want to be?” “Yes.  As Misti” “Then yes, you’ve been introduced to them as Misti, and you’ve already forgotten their names.” “But not their faces, because I’m looking at their faces.” “And they’re looking at your pussy.  They’ve been looking at it all night as you walked around the party naked and flirting with everyone.  But you — as Misti — were a bad girl and I had to spank you.” “Ooooh, yes, you had to spank me in front of them! Because I was so bad.” “And then you rolled over on the table just like you did with Ken.  You remember how he looked at you.  Now there are four or five men just like him and—“ “Three.” “Three men, and they are all watching me do this.  And this.” Jaye kept her hand moving as she kissed her way down my body, and then her lips took over, and the anonymous men of my imagination watched her make love to me until I grabbed her head and screamed. Afterwards, when I got my breath I said, “Who would they be?  The men.” “Guys that I know through work.  I’ll invite them here to my apartment to watch a football game.  They’ll meet my girlfriend, Misti, and things will go from there.” I laughed.  “Misti will be bad and need to be stripped and spanked, won’t she? But they need to know they can’t touch me and they can’t take pictures of me.” “Done.” “What if they get drunk and do it anyway?  No offense, but you’re not as intimidating as Bea.” “Molly, I know these guys well. They write code all week and their idea of a big weekend is drinking three beers while watching a football game — which is all that’s going to happen here.” “Except me getting naked and spanked.” “Yeah.  Except that.” * * * * So that Saturday afternoon I was at her apartment wearing a frilly dress with bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret.  Ironically, this was more clothing than I wore to work, but I knew Jaye would want the disrobing to be multi-layered.  The guys —  Jason, Eli and Raj — showed up, and Jaye introduced me as Misti.  I could have guessed they were IT guys, but they were nice and not jerks so I started to relax. They were all settling in to watch a football game on her gigantic television as Misti cheerfully served beer and snacks.  The guys were all seated and I was fussing with the stuff on the coffee table and had to bend over a lot on those tall shoes.  I knew they were sneaking looks at me from the back and front, and I was thinking you boys ain’t seen nothing yet.  I caught Jaye’s eye and gave her a little nod to indicate that I wanted to do it. “Dammit, Misti,” she said.   “This isn’t the brand of salsa I told you to buy.” I hadn’t bought the salsa, and normally would have told her to do her own f#cking shopping, but Misti was much more eager to please. “This one is better for you!” she declared enthusiastically.  “I compared all the nutritional labels and this one is all natural.  There’s no preservatives, and no—” “I didn’t ask you to compare brands, Misti.  I simply asked you to go to the grocery store and buy what I told you to buy.  Why is that so hard?” “It tastes good to me,” Jason offered. “I’m sorry,” Misti cried, cutting Jason off.   “I’ll go back to the store right now!” “It’s too late for that, and it’s not the point.  The point is you disobeyed me.” “I . . . I didn’t mean to disobey,” Misti whimpered, appearing to be on the verge of tears (because Molly is such a fabulous actress). “I think you might need a spanking, Misti,” Jaye said with a concerned tone that almost made me laugh.  “Do you think you need a spanking?” I stole a glance at the boys because I wanted to see each of their faces in turn, but I didn’t want to make eye contact with any of them — not that they had been trying very hard to look at my eyes — because I didn’t want any of them to get it into his head to rescue me. I knew this probably wasn’t a complete surprise to them because Jaye had been strutting her butch persona for years.  It should go without saying that even with her three-piece men’s suits and military flat-top haircut — and those clunky Drew Carey glasses that weren’t even prescription — STILL virtually every heterosexual man who meets thinks she’s hot.  Not only hot, but too hot for them to imagine ever handling their own mortal selves. Yet at the same time she was swinging some heavy lesbian balls (just a f#ckin metaphor, as Bea would say), and would show up at social events in a $5,000 Italian suit with a girl on her arm wearing a dress the size of handkerchief.  She dated lots of pretty feminine girls before me and lots after me (I’m not sure about during).  “Misti” was how I imagined those girls to be, and I was having an absolute blast being her.  I must admit it totally turned me on to imagine myself naked and being spanked in front of these three guys.  Like, potentially, in five seconds. “Yes, I should be spanked right now!” Misti confessed dramatically.  “Should I take all my clothes off right now, ma’am?  So you can spank me hard like I deserve?” Jaye let the question hang in the air for a moment as the three guys froze as one, forgetting the beers, chips and all-natural salsa they had been in the midst of consuming. “I won’t make you undress this time,” Jaye said, disappointing all four of us, “but I need to at least give you a few spanks to reinforce the lesson. I came closer to her and she gestured for me to stretch out across her lap as we had done many times — but never before with me clothed.  When I got settled, I felt Jaye gently lift my dress up above my waist and then tug the back of my panties down off of my butt. SMACK! “Tell me why you’re getting spanked, Misti.” SMACK! “Because I bought the wrong kind of salsa.” SPANK! “No, try again.” SMACK! “Because I disobeyed you!” SMACK! “Correct.  And what will you do next time?” SMACK! “Do exactly what you told me to do!” “Okay, you can get up, sweetheart,”  Jaye said with a tender sweetness I had not heard before. I stood up, sniffling crocodile tears.  My dress had fallen back in place, but underneath it my panties were still pulled down and I started to adjust them when Jaye cleared her throat. Misti froze, and I guessed what she’d forgotten.  “Um, may I please pull up my panties now, ma’am?” “Since you asked so nicely, yes you may.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Misti said as I pulled up our panties.  “Can I get anyone a fresh beer?” The guys looked like they had forgotten what they had in their hands, and after taking inventory two of them took Misti up on her offer and she and I hurried to the kitchen as fast as we could on our four-inch heels. “Oh Misti!” Jaye called. “Yes, ma’am?” “Before you do that, toss your dress in the laundry basket.” “But . . . but it’s not dirty.” “Did I ask you if it was dirty?” “Um, no ma’am.” “Then do what I told you to do.” I wasn’t sure where the laundry basket was, but the bedroom seemed a reasonable guess and I took a few tentative steps in that direction as Misti tremulously asked, “um, what do you want me to change into, ma’am?” “Your bra and panties will be fine,” Jaye said. “Just hurry up with those beers — and I need another scotch.” Doing my best to look unhappy about it, I started fumbling with the zipper of my dress and decided to ask one of the guys to help me with it.  He was elated to do so and I shimmied out of it right in front of him.  Normally, taking off my dress would leave me completely nude, but now I was just as covered as if I’d been at the beach. Tossing my dress through the bedroom door, I took the opportunity to check myself out in Jaye’s only decent-sized mirror before hurrying to the kitchen.  Although I do wear heels sometimes, these were an inch taller than anything I’d ever purchased for myself and I could feel the difference in my legs.  As much as I dislike the very concept of “underwear,” I decided I could get into the bra and panties look as an actual ensemble. Jaye was pretend-fuming when Misti finally arrived with beers for the guys.  “What TOOK you so long?” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Misty whimpered and I picked up her empty scotch glass,” and then it occurred to me to ask, “will there be a penalty ma’am?” Jaye put a hand to her face to hide her smile.  “Your bra,” she said. I may not wear a bra very often but I know how to take one off effectively.  I pushed out my chest as I reached behind to undo the clasp, while I held my other arm against my breasts to keep the cups in place. Brushing the straps off my shoulders, I lowered my arm and the bra fell with it, exposing both of my breasts at once.   The guys audibly gasped and that tiny sound sent a tingle through me. I felt my face getting hot. You might think that someone who likes to go naked would be beyond blushing, but I totally am not.  I blush on a regular basis when certain little moments happen.  The Roommates can make me blush just by teasing me with compliments about my body.  I always feel it coming because my face gets warm and then hot and by that point people will be laughing at how red I am and I will look down and see the red migrating halfway down my chest as my nipples pucker into points. “My scotch?” Jaye repeated, breaking me and Misti out of our reverie.  I let the bra drop to the coffee table as I turned and scurried away.  In the kitchen, I filled up Jaye’s glass with Glenlivet. took a few healthy swallows of it and plunked in some more ice cubes.  But when I took it to her a few seconds later she let out a dramatically disappointed sigh. “Misti, I’ve told you over and over to always dump out the old ice and start with fresh rocks on a refill. It’s not that complicated.” That better not really be a thing, I thought.  “Oh I’m so stupid!” Misti cried. “You’re not stupid, Misti.  You’re just so energetic you get forgetful.  That’s what this training is for.  So I have to spank you again, honey.” “You’re so good to me,” Misti sniffled, as I crawled across Jaye’s lap and settled in again.  “I don’t deserve you.” “Hush, now and concentrate,” she cooed, pulling my panties down. SMACK!  “Tell me why we’re doing this, Misti.” SMACK!  “So I’ll remember the rule about the ice cubes.” SMACK! “And what is that rule?” SMACK!  “Always throw out the old ice and start fresh with a refill.” SMACK!  “Good, now I’m going to give you a few more, mixing pain and pleasure as we’ve discussed” SMACK!  “Yes, ma’am.  Thank you, ma’am.”   She slowed down after this, giving me long caresses in between each spank. My favorite part. SMACK!!  This one was harder than normal, at least a six, and as she caressed my butt afterwards her fingers dipped dangerously low where my panties were rolled up under my butt. “SMACK!!  “So do you guys think the Broncos are going to come back and win it?” Jaye asked the guys. SMACK!!  That one was definitely harder.  The guys remained mute so Jaye added, “There’s still two minutes left and Manning’s got the ball.”  As she said this, she was caressing my butt, and, going pretty deep.  I knew she was pushing me to see how far I’d let her go in front of them, but I wasn’t quite sure what my answer was. SMACK!!  “C’mon, I’ve got a hundred dollars that says New England wins.”  The guys were struggling to pay attention to her words and began mumbling together, each expressing some pointless opinion on the question at hand.  I could feel Jaye’s middle finger knocking at my door and quite probably about to plunge in and get itself wet on the next pass. I shifted my left hand where the guys couldn’t see it and got a grip on Jaye’s thigh.  I gave her a warning squeeze. SMACK!!   That was at least a seven.  I started squeezing Jaye’s leg until I knew it was starting to hurt.  She stopped. “I think that’s about enough, Misti,” she said.  “Or do you want one more just to be sure you remember?” Hmmmm.  “Maybe one more, ma’am,” I said, mentally scolding myself for indulging another.  “And make it really count.”  Uh-oh, I asked for it. SMACK!!!!!  That one hurt a lot, and even as the sting was still cresting, her hand dove deep and for a split second her thumb was inside my vagina and her index finger was pressing my clitoris.  Yet, a second later she was patting my butt and telling me I was a good girl.  I pushed myself up off of her lap, allowing her to lift me with her hands cupped directly on my breasts, until I was sitting beside her a bit dazed and trying not to grin. “Why don’t you go fix yourself a drink, honey?” she said.  I stood up in my heels and started to pull up my panties but stopped myself. “May I please pull up my panties, ma’am,” I asked. “No, leave them down.  Damn, an interception.  I might be paying you guys some money in a few minutes.  Run along now, Misti, and don’t touch those panties.” I walked away from them wearing only those four-inch heels and my panties bunched below my butt.  I expected the panties to slide down as I walked towards the kitchen but they were brand new and the elastic was still enthusiastic to perform its purpose.  Alone in the kitchen, I made myself a stiff vodka tonic and stretched out the waistband of my panties to loosen them up.  I took practice steps back and forth in the kitchen while sipping my drink to see if the panties would fall, but they wouldn’t.  I yanked at them and stretched until I felt fabric tearing a little. By this point I had consumed half of my drink so I freshened it up, adjusted my damaged panties so they looked as they did before and began walking from the kitchen into the living room.  Although behind them on the big screen TV the game was ending with a last-second touchdown, Jason, Eli and Raj only had eyes for me.  With each step the panties slipped down a little until all of my red pubic hair was visible, and when I was halfway to the couch they slid down my thighs to catch briefly on one knee and as I came to a stop they fell to the floor, pooling around my tall heels.  I carefully stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, and took the last few steps. “Did somebody win,” Misti asked. On the big-screen TV, the winning touchdown was being replayed in slow motion, but the three guys in Jaye’s apartment only had eyes for me. Having just stepped out of my panties and abandoned them where they fell,  I stood in front of everyone wearing only my four-inch high heels and a bit of jewelry. Jaye’s friends Jason, Eli and Raj were sunken in overstuffed chairs and couches, so my newly unveiled pussy — shaven except for the tuft of red at the very top — was directly at their eye level as I stood only a few feet away across the width of the coffee table.  I was in position to sit down on the couch next to Jaye, but I was putting it off because I wanted to be on display.  I had to admit, this was different.  Exciting-different.  Although I got plenty turned on prancing around naked in the company of rowdy lesbians, there was a different kind of arousal doing it in front of men.  Maybe it was the erections in their pants, I don’t know, but it was definitely a thrill and I wanted to soak in every watt of their rapt attention. I sat down demurely next to Jaye, feeling elegant wearing only my heels.   But then I regretted sitting because I felt so much more on display when standing,  so I stood up again.  I didn’t have a reason why — other than the real one — but Jaye picked up on it. “I told you guys they’d come back to win it,” she was crowing, and as she laughed and rocked her body on the couch, she reached one arm around my leg and put her hand against the inside of my thigh to hug my leg against the side of her head.  She made it look like an innocent motion, but her fingers were very high on my leg and as she “rested” her hand there I felt her fingertips migrating upwards. Back at the House, I might have smacked her hand or twirled teasingly out of her grasp, but Misti would not resist, so I didn’t.  I wasn’t sure how far Jaye would try to take this, and I couldn’t trust either one of us, so I turned my body sideways to at least block the guys’ view. I bent low over the coffee table and then looked up at the guys.  “Is everyone done with the nachos?” Misti asked, punctuating the question with an adorable little wiggle that set our boobs a wobbling as we remained bent over the table awaiting their reply. The guys were slow to answer and I patiently held my position as each managed to mumble his assent.  Meanwhile, Jaye’s hand had reached the top of my thigh and her fingertips were tracing a path along my labia wanting to come in.  I wasn’t sure if I was going to let that happen, but I definitely wanted to draw out the moment a little longer. Fortunately, men are messy eaters so I could easily find something to do to pass the time.  Grabbing some paper napkins, I began mopping up little spills and crumbs from the table top.  Although my breasts are small enough to be well-behaved in most circumstances, in this position they leaped madly in all directions as I Misti put her boundless enthusiasm into a job well done. I moved one foot slightly widen my stance and Jaye took the invitation and got her fingers wet. “Goodness,” Misti declared.  “There’s something on the table here . . . something that I . . . better . . . scrub!”  I began vigorously cleaning an imaginary spot on the table while Jaye simply held her hand steady and let me wiggle myself against it.  I figured I could keep the guys preoccupied with the physics of boob movement for a while, but I didn’t want them to notice what was going on elsewhere.  I most certainly did not want to have an orgasm in front of them.  A girl’s got to draw the line somewhere. Jaye wasn’t helping matters because she had begun pointing out other spots on the table that Misti should clean. “You didn’t get this one all the way,” Jaye insisted, pointing to a spot where I’d probably already rubbed the finish off the table. Summoning my will power I stepped to the side and Jaye slid her hand wetly down my leg as I stepped out of her reach.  “Golly, I’d better get some cleaning supplies,” Misti panted and staggered off. In the kitchen, I made myself another drink and consumed it entirely as I dried myself with paper towels and tried not to masturbate. I had enjoyed this little outing far more than I ever thought I would, but it was time for those boys to leave so Jaye and I could get down to business.  Enough with the foreplay already. I was also getting tired of those damn shoes. I do enjoy the experience of wearing high heels when I am otherwise naked, but these were starting to hurt my feet and they were so tall I was having trouble keeping my balance.  That may have had more to do with the alcohol I had consumed, but whatever the cause I was unsteady as I came back to the couch. I brought with me a bottle of spray cleaner and a paper towel so I could pretend to finish what I started.  However, I didn’t want to give Jaye too much access to my backside so I worked my way around on the guys’ side.  This required me to put my butt in their faces as I cleaned imaginary spots on the table and excused myself along among their feet. When I worked my way around to Jaye, I was just going to sit down next to her, but I lost my balance at the last moment and fell directly onto her lap. She spread her legs and my butt slid between them onto the cushion, my legs draped over her knees and unintentionally spread wide. Instinctively, I started to lift one leg to bring them together,  but Jaye grabbed my knee to stop me and said, “I’ll bet you’d like to get those shoes off, wouldn’t you, Misti?” “Um, may I please, ma’am?” Misti asked warily, knowing from experience (as I felt sure she did) that Jaye had not actually granted permission simply by asking that question. “Let me help,” Jaye said, putting her hands under my knees and bending my legs so my feet came off the ground.  Before I realized what she was up to, Jaye had grabbed both of my spike heels in one hand and pulled back, sending my knees in opposite directions and putting every bit of me on display. “I’ll just . . . undo these . . . buckles,” Jaye was muttering, as she pulled my heels in tighter to spread me open farther. “Um, you don’t actually need to unbuckle them,” Misti offered in an attempt at being helpful.  “The straps just slip off the back.” Jaye completely ignored this input and kept fiddling with the buckle as she tugged tighter on my heels.  I knew, of course, that my legs were plenty strong enough to break her grip, but I might put someone’s eye out. I was conflicted.  I may be an exhibitionist, but I would not normally spread my legs anywhere near this much. On the other hand, I wasn’t the one making it happen, and besides it was Misti doing this not me.  As I pondered this, I saw one of the guys getting out his phone.  Jaye noticed too, and warned, “I told you guys no pictures.” “Just hear me out,” Raj said, keeping his phone in his lap.  “You told us no pictures in which Misti could be identified, but couldn’t we just . . . take some close-ups?” “No, you can’t!” I insisted without trying to sound like Misti. “Wait, Misti. Raj has a good point,  “No one would see your face in this shot.” “But . . . ma’am,” I said, trying to get back into character. “How do we know they won’t cheat?” “Raj, Misti has articulated a reasonable concern,” Jaye said in her lawyerly way.  “How can you assure her she won’t be identifiable in any of your photos?” “I’ve got it,” Jason offered, holding up his own phone.  “We each take a few shots and then put our phones down here on the table.  You can then examine each of them and delete any pictures you don’t like, but please PLEASE let us do this.” “Okay, okay,” Misti said.  “But can we please hurry up?  This isn’t a super comfortable position.” I covered my face with my hands and peeked through my fingers as the guys aiming their phones at my wide open womanhood from six inches away.  When they were done and each man had set his phone on the coffee table, Jaye slipped the straps off of my heels and my bare feet found their way to the floor.  I wiggled off of her lap and was sitting beside her in a much ladylike posture as she flipped through the photos on each camera. As promised, every photo was a close-up showing my intimate orifices in more high-resolution detail than I had ever even seen before.  Jaye playfully zoomed in on one of the shots until my pink anus filled the screen framed by the arches of my shoes. “Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed, picking perhaps the least appropriate moment to call Divine attention to myself. After telling the guys to each email her their best shot, Jaye brought the visit to a close and Misti hugged each guy exuberantly as they went out the door. When we were finally alone I started ripping Jaye’s clothes off of her and wanted to make love to her right there on the couch.  I wanted HER to have an orgasm, and I wanted ME to give it to her, but I was so turned on myself that I didn’t resist for long when she started maneuvering me into a different position where she was making love to me. I tried again and again that night to get my face between her legs, and each time she let me do it just long enough for me to start thinking she was going to let it happen, but she always managed to turn things around.  I’m not very good at keeping my brain functioning during sex, and Jaye was at the opposite extreme so over and over again she was able to control what happened and I went along with it because I kept forgetting what my plan was. In between orgasms, I tried to at least get more emotional intimacy.  “Tell me about the first girl you ever fell in love with,” I said.  That’s my favorite question to ask someone, especially someone you are in bed with. “I’ve never been in love,” she said, “and I probably won’t fall in love with you.  No offense.” “None taken,” I said, “because I don’t want you to fall in love with me.”  Then what did I want?  I just wanted to make her feel something.  As I lay my head on her chest listening to the beat of her inscrutable heart, I told myself I would figure out what really turned her on and then by God I would make her feel something.

My Sister gets me to Show Her by Vanessa Evans Author’s Note: This story is a continuation of my story ‘My Sister gets me to Show Her’ and I strongly suggest that you read that story first. If you don’t know how to find that story you should go to any of my Story Archives for which links can be found at the bottom of my home page which you can find by searching for ‘vanessa evans erotic stories’ in your browser. V Part 4 Recap Hi, my name is Archie and my twin sister is called Alice. A while back I wrote about how Alice suddenly decided that she wanted to show her naked body to the whole world, and how she got me to help her to do just that. Well my original story was about what happened during the holiday just before our last year at school. We had both turned eighteen and our parents had decided that we were adults and that we could look after ourselves and even go to daddy’s cabin in the forest for a few days on our own. The following school year wasn’t as much fun mainly for Alice because the sleeping pills and hypnotism tricks that we played on our friends had worn a bit thin and we were starting to believe that our mates were getting suspicious that it was all a con, which it was, and that Alice was just a devious exhibitionistic slut (which she is). The other bad thing about that year was our course work, there was just way too much of it for Alice and I to have much fun. The good thing about that year for me was that Alice refused to wear any clothes at home when our parents weren’t around, and that we continued to fuck like rabbits for the whole year. Whenever we could borrow our mother’s car on an evening, and the weather was reasonable, we went dogging, Alice performing for the voyeurs then wanking them through the car windows. Occasionally, Alice would wind the passenger door window down and stick her butt well out. Then she’d ask me to take a box of condoms round to her side of the car and invite the men that came to look at her, to fuck her, if they wore a condom. Also occasionally we’d get out of the car and we would perform over the front of the car as well. I often wondered what those men would think if they realised that we are brother and sister. Another bit of fun that we had all year was that Alice would pretend to be a human rag doll and she’d get me to do all sort of things to her whilst she tried to keep a straight face and a totally limp body. We started this after we watched a couple of porno movies about Flexi-Dolls and Alice loved the idea. Alice kept saying that she imagined that I was a stranger abusing her body. Well the seconds part was right. As time went on she got very good at it and I could stretch and bend her body into lots of positions that only gymnastic girls can get into. She also learnt how to orgasm silently and she’d sometime cum without me knowing that she had whilst I was manipulating her body or actually fucking her. Alice had done gymnastics in her younger years and this brought a lot of things back to her. She also kept telling me that one day she was going to get other men to do the same to her. She also loved the idea of pretending to be a shop mannequin and being left in shop windows totally naked with lots of people walking by and staring at her and wondering if she was made of plastic or flesh and bones. During the holidays before university we again went to daddy’s cabin and had a great couple of weeks there. Unfortunately there weren’t any groups of young men there for her to show-off to but we met quite a few people out walking and on the beach. Alice being naked on those outings and we never once got any derogatory comments. Oh, one thing that I should tell you is that Alice used our father’s credit card to buy herself a laser hair removal device and is now completely bald from her neck down. We have had a couple of inspections since then and have only had to use the device to remove a couple of stragglers. ***** ***** This story starts later that year when we were nineteen and going off to university. After the initial moving and settling in the story becomes more of a list of events that happened over the next few months, often the only common denominator was Alice being naked in places where society says that girls aren’t supposed to be naked. These events may not be listed in chronological order, just in the order that I thought of them whist writing. ***** ***** We’d both decided to go to the same university on the same course and I’m pleased to tell you that our parents got someone to find two apartments in the same block, my father saying that I needed to be close to Alice to keep her on the straight and narrow, I didn’t know what he meant by that and I didn’t ask. The two apartments are the only ones on the top (fifth) floor of a block that has eight apartments on each of the floors below. We didn’t have the heart to tell our parents that just one apartment would do because we’d only be using one bed. Yes, after just over a year of us fucking like rabbits all the time, our parents were still oblivious to our carnal activities. Okay they’d noticed that Alice’s wardrobe had changed but they’d not really said much about it especially after Alice had told mum that she was only wearing what all the other teenage girls were wearing and that she was eighteen and could decide what to wear all on her own. I, of course, wasn’t complaining, Alice has an amazing and truly hot body and I see all of it just about every day. When Alice heard about the apartments she was so happy and our lovemaking was much more lively as she thought about ways that we could revive our hypnotism games and other scenarios where she could get naked with other people looking at her. She even told me that outwardly she was going to be a respectable girl who would never let any boy get further than first base with her but with my help she would be an exhibitionistic slut. Alice even decided that if she were caught dressed slutty by people that she knew she would deny all knowledge of being slutty and say that she was dressed perfectly respectably and that her brother would agree with her. It would then be up to me to privately explain that I had hypnotised her to believing that she was dressed perfectly respectably. I wasn’t sure how that would work and decided to play it by ear each time that it happened. I was happy that I had become quite proficient at lying about things to do with my sister. ***** The day of our move to our university accommodation finally arrived and daddy actually took a day off work to drive us there with our belongings filling the back of his 4 x 4 and he actually helped us carry cases and boxes to the lift up to our rooms. When he finally left us Alice said, “Well, I bet that he’s happy to see the back of us.” “No sis, he’s not that bad, he’s just a busy man. If he didn’t care for us he wouldn’t have bought these two apartments for us. They’re going to be worth a fortune when me move out.” “That’s if he bought them in our names Archie.” “Good point, I’ll have to find the answer to that sometime.” All our boxes were left on the landing between the two apartments and we went into each apartment and had a good look around and out of the windows. “I want this one Archie.” Alice said. “Okay, but why?” “Because all the people in that tower block over there will be able to look into this room and see me.” “See you naked you mean Alice?” “That’s a given Archie.” Alice replied as she started to strip naked. It took us a while to move the boxes into the right rooms then get the beds made. We’d already decided to make both apartments look lived in even though I intended to spend ninety plus percent of my time in Alice’s apartment. Then it was food time. We decided to order in and we were pleased that the pizza place would deliver right to the apartment if they were buzzed in. Of course Alice did what she had been doing frequently over the last year, answering the door in the nude. What’s more she was pleased to discover when she talked to the young male delivery guy that none of the delivery staff were university students from either of the two universities in the city. We christened the bed as soon as we’d eaten then we decided to go and explore the rest of the building. Alice put the same miniskirt and top that she’d worn for the journey there then looked at the fire door that’s opposite the lift. I opened it and put a box in the way of it closing so that we didn’t get locked out. We were please to see that there was quite a bit of flat roof space and I wondered how long it would be before Alice was nude sunbathing out there. Looking around we could see office blocks and what looked like blocks of basic student accommodation. I again thought of Alice nude sunbathing but with people watching her from the blocks that made ours look small. “This could be fun.” Alice said, “we could have a party out here.” I looked around and was pleased to see that there are high barriers all around the edges of the roof. If there hadn’t been I could imagine drunk students looking over the edge and loosing their balance. As we went down the stairs we went onto each floor and discovered that it looked like there were eight apartments on each floor. Judging by the space between the doors it looked they would all be quite small. I was suddenly grateful that our parents had money. When we got to the ground floor we discovered a laundry room and a large communal lounge, with vending machines and a small kitchen area, that would be a great place for parties I thought and I imagined a ‘hypnotised’ Alice doing all sorts of things there to show her body to the other students. Just as we were leaving that room we nearly bumped into another student, a young man called Luke. We had a quick conversation during which Luke suggested that we have a party for all residents so that we could get to know each other. When Alice said that that was a great idea Luke suggested the coming Saturday then said that he’d make some posters and stick them up all over the place. Another newbie was arriving as we walked through the entrance area and we shared the lift with her, Amelia, and Alice told her about the party. Back up on literally our floor, Alice got naked again then we continued getting ourselves organised. Later that evening Alice put on some clothes, well a dress, that made her look respectable and we went down the stairs to go out and have a look around. On the way we met two more people who were staying there and Alice made sure that they knew about the party. Alice and I soon discovered that we were living in a part of the city that was lively at night. Lots of pubs, clubs and restaurants. As we walked passed one on the clubs we realised that it was strip club which interested Alice a lot. “Do you think that they have amateur nights Archie?” Alice asked. “Probably, let’s find out.” I replied and took Alice’s hand and led her to the door where a huge bouncer was stood. “Do you have amateur stripper nights?” I asked. “Not for you but your bit of stuff could enter them.” I looked at the man, smiled and replied, “Yeah, it’s for her but I might be interested in putting on a sex show with her.” “We’d need to see her perform before we’d think about that but that would be off the books, sex shows aren’t legal around here.” “Well for a private party or something.” I replied. “Let’s see her stripping first, bring her along on any Thursday evening, and make sure that she’s shaved, no one likes to see a hairy bush these days.” Alice then surprised me, but not the bouncer by the look on his face when she pulled up the front of her dress, showed him her bald pubis and said, “Like this you mean?” “Yes luv, like that. Any Thursday.” We left and continued walking. By the time we got back to our apartments we had a reasonable feeling for the place and Alice admitted that she’d made a mental note of the pubs that she thought that she could get naked in. We met three more guys that lived in our block as we walked in and made sure that they knew about the party. As we went up in the lift Alice said, “I wonder if it’s mainly guys that have rooms here, we’ve seen more guys than girls so far.” “I hope that it’s roughly even numbers, I want some eye candy as well.” “I guess that that’s fair, maybe you could chat up one of the girls and we could have a threesome. You’d like that wouldn’t you bro?” “Yes, I think that I would but it goes against your prim and proper image, you don’t want people talking and maybe suspecting that you are not what the image depicts.” “True, we’d have to find a girl from somewhere else.” “And before you ask, no I don’t want a threesome with another guy.” “But you can get lots of guys to fuck the hypnotised me Archie.” “That I don’t mind. I just don’t want another cock coming near me. Besides, our adventures are going to be all about you Alice.” “Thank you bro.” “You’re welcome you exhibitionistic nymphomaniac.” “What’s wrong with that?” “Nothing, absolutely nothing Alice.” ***** The next couple of days were spent mainly at the university registering for our courses and seeing what other activities were on offer. Alice dressed respectably for these days in a knee length dress’ although she wore nothing under them. The art course was looking for models but we again decided that it wouldn’t be appropriate for her goody two shoes image. That was until Alice wondered if the other university in the city also wanted models for their art classes. The next day we went over there and Alice left her name and number with the art course admin people. ***** Then it was the Saturday, I went out and bought some booze and nibbles whilst Alice decided what to wear. We’d already agreed that if the hypnotism subject came up then I would not get Alice to do anything too outrageous, more of a teaser of what would be possible if the guys there were to get me to repeat the hypnotism some other time. “And WE (meaning me) are going to drop hints to get them to get you to put me into my hypnotic state aren’t we Archie?” Alice said. “Mainly when you say that you want me to Alice but at times I’ll just do it when you’re not expecting it.” “That’s fine, I’ll be listening for those magic words all the time bro, just don’t use them at inappropriate times.” “If I do you can always pretend that you didn’t hear me.” Around 9 p.m. Alice out a top and skirt, then surprised me by pulling on a bra and a G-string. “What’s those for?” I asked. “Just in case you want to test that your hypnotism still works on me. I thought that getting me to take my knickers off would be a good way to introduce the possibilities.” “Good idea sis, I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” We went down to the communal lounge with our arms full of booze and snacks where we saw a couple of people that we’d already met and quite a few that we hadn’t. The next couple of hours were spent getting to know everyone with lots of the expected questions and the repeating of potted versions of each our lives so far, although both Alice and I always missed out the that fact that we were also lovers and all of her exhibitionist exploits. Alice and I quickly let it be known that we were twins and that he had the two top floor apartments but doing it in a way that he hoped no one would think that we were snobs or anything like that. Around midnight Alice whispered to me that her damned G-string was annoying her. That was her intentional hint to start me thinking about dropping the hypnotism bomb. “So,” I said quite loudly, “who has got a talent or skill that hasn’t come up in the conversations so far?” “I used to do gymnastics,”Jessica said, “I made it to the schools district competition.” “I was in my schools football team.” Logan said. “I play the piano.” Violet announced, got to grade 7 before I left to come here.” “I used to help out at Yoga sessions.” Elle replied. “I do Karate,” Harper said, “I’m a Black Belt.” “Woah there,” I said, “Alice, remind me not to argue with you Harper.” “What about our not so identical twins?” Matt asked. “Nothing really,” I said, “I dabbled with some hypnotism a couple of years ago. I got Alice doing some crazy things.” “You did not Archie,” Alice quickly replied, “it never worked on me nor anyone else that you tried to hypnotise.” “I did, and it DID work on you.” “Oh no it didn’t.” “Oh yes it did, in fact you still might be under my spell dear sister.” “I can’t STILL be under any spell because I was never there in the first place DEAR brother.” “Alice, Simple Simon Says Pineapple.” I said. Alice just looked straight ahead. “Alice, Simple Simon Says says give me your glass and put your right hand high in the air.” Alice did. “Wow, it’s been over a year since I hypnotised Alice and I am a bit surprised that it still works.” “So Alice is in some sort of hypnotic trance now?” Violet asked. “Yes, try talking to her, try telling her to do something, try slapping her butt.” I said, “she won’t respond unless I tell her to.” “Wow, is this for real?” Ruby asked. “Try it.” I replied. “Alice, what day is it?” Imogen asked. No response. “Alice, are you hypnotised?” Jessica asked. No response. Logan walked over to Alice and gently slapped her butt and said, “Most girls would have thumped me and told me to do one if I’d done that to them.” “Alice won’t even remember you doing it unless I tell her to remember.” “So how does it work?” Henry asked, “You just tell her to do something and she will, even if it’s something that she wouldn’t normally do?” “Yeah, I replied, but she’s programmed to only respond to things that I tell her to do and only if I say those Simon words first, watch.” “Alice, bring your arm down.” Nothing happened and after about ten seconds I said, “Alice, Simple Simon Says bring your arm down.” Alice brought her arm down to her side. “You try it Ruby.” I said as she was stood beside Alice. She did, trying with and without the Simple Simon Says and Alice didn’t respond. “So Archie, Logan said, “you can tell Alice to do, well anything and she’ll do it and when you bring her out of her trance she won’t remember doing it, is that right?” “Yep, unless I tell her to remember doing it. I can also get her to believe something when she’s in her hypnotic state and tell her to keep believing it when I take her out of her hypnotic state.” “What do you mean Archie?” Logan asked. “Well for example I could tell her to put on an imaginary overcoat and even when she comes out of her hypnotic state she’d still think that she was wearing it until I tell her to take it off. That applies to taking all her clothes off as well.” “So you could tell her to take off …” Logan said but I interrupted him and continued for him, “Her top and tell her to think that she was still wearing it even though she was topless.” “Wow, have you done that before?” Henry asked. “Yes, but only when we were with her girl friends who had all seen each other in the communal showers.” “I find that hard to believe.” Ruby stated. “Do you want me to prove it Ruby?” “Go on then.” A couple of the guys both said. I looked round at everyone, most of the guys were obviously hoping that I’d tell Alice to take her top off, and even a couple of the girls looked like they were expecting me to but it wasn’t to be. “Guys, if Alice ever found out that she’d been topless in front of all you lot she’d be mortified, she’d never be able to look any of you in the face again. And if she found out that I had actually hypnotised her and told her to take it off I’d she’d kill me.” I saw a few disappointed faces and heard the odd groan before I continued, “What I will do which will protect her modesty is to tell her to take her knickers off if you like?” Unsurprisingly there was support for that so I said. “Alice, take your knickers off and go round showing them to everyone. Then give them to me. When I say the magic word you return to normal you will think that you still have your knickers on.” Nothing happened and after a few seconds I continued, “Damn it, it has been so long since I did this that I forgot. Alice, Simple Simon Says take your knickers off and go round showing them to everyone. Then give them to me. When I say the magic word you return to normal you will think that you still have your knickers on.” All eyes were glued to Alice’s hands as they went under her skirt, pulling it up until she was able to get her thumbs inside the strings of her G-string then down it went. As that point I guessed that Alice had forgotten to wear a tight fitting skirt so that it stayed up when her hands went down. As it was, no one saw her slit, only the G-string that she stepped out of. She then held it in the shape that it would be when she was wearing it and she walked round the room letting everyone see it. “Bloody hell, it looks wet.” Mason said. When Alice got to me she gave me the G-string and I put it in one of my pockets. Then she just stood there. “Alice.” I said, “Simple Simon Says that when I clap my hands three times and say the magic word you will not remember anything that has just happened, you will think that you are still wearing your knickers and you will continue talking to everyone as if nothing had happened.” I clapped my hands three times and said the word ‘Rhubarb’. Alice blinked and said to Ruby, “Sorry, what did you just say Ruby?” For the next thirty of so minutes the party continued with people talking in small groups and moving around as and when. Whenever I was with any of the guys they all wanted to know what things I had got Alice to do in the past. I certainly didn’t tell them everything, just that I’d got her to spend an evening at a party totally naked and that she believed that she was wearing underwear and a dress. Three of the guys asked me to do that again but I told them that they’d have to wait and see. Logan’s brain was obviously working overtime because he said, “Man, think of the possibilities, you could get her naked anywhere or fuck her brains out and you could stop her from remembering any of it.” “Logan, Alice is my sister, my twin sister and I could never do anything like that to her. But if I did I would never want her to find out about it; but it’s never going to happen, as I said, she’s my sister.” “Okay, but you have got her naked in public before Archie?” “It was a private party, not exactly public.” “Hmm, may have to stretch your limits a bit buddy.” “Luke, I’m not going to do anything that would hurt her.” “I wouldn’t expect you to buddy, just give us a bit of fun.” “Maybe one day.” Like most of the parties that were going on for freshers, the booze was flowing freely and people were getting ‘happy’. What’s more, some were determined to have more fun in the form of some games. They started as drinking games then progressed because someone went and got the game twister. Three of the girls were wearing skirts but everyone joined in, girls vs. boys. When the first girl, Elle, who was wearing a skirt played everyone got to see her pink thong but she was too far gone to care, even when she got a couple of comments from some of the guys. The second girl wearing a skirt, Imogen, surprised everyone because she wasn’t wearing any knickers and had a bald pussy, but again she was quite ‘happy’. Of course most of the people there saw her butt and pussy and when Matt said that she had a nice pussy she dropped to the floor, closed her legs and said, “Oops, I forgot that I didn’t put any knickers on. He, he.” Alice was the last girl to play and when I looked at her I knew that she was still quite sober. As she walked to the twister sheet our eyes met and she winked at me. The inevitable happened and most of the guys were behind her as her bare butt and pussy came into view. Harper had seen as well and she said, “Alice, everyone can see your pussy.” “Don’t be silly,” Alice replied, “all you can see is my yellow knickers and you wouldn’t even be seeing those if I was sober. You won’t tell anyone will you?” “But Alice.” Harper said. “I know, I’m showing my knickers and I’d be really, really upset if I was sober but I’m not, I don’t care. Anyway, all the guys are drunk, they’ll have forgotten by morning.” I doubted that very much but I wasn’t going to say anything. That round of the game continued and Alice was that last one to fall, having had two feet on yellow and two on red, her butt hovering over the blue circles and her feet not on adjacent yellow circles. Just about everyone got a great look at Alice’s bald pussy before she dropped her butt then got to her feet. “Good job you had knickers on Alice” I said. “Yes, at least everyone didn’t see my pussy unlike Imogen.” “You didn’t show any more than you would have on the beach sis.” “That’s a good job, I would have been mortified.” The party went on for about another thirty minutes more before people started to leave. Before most had left I went to Alice and said, “Simple Simon Says put your knickers on Alice.” I gave them to her and she put them on, pulling her skirt up with them then letting go of it when the G-string was straight. Clap, clap, clap, “Rhubarb”. “I’m feeling a bit tired, I’m off to my room. Seeya everyone.” Alice said and walked out. I looked round and saw that all the guys were smiling. Some of the girls still not believing what they had seen. Alice was more hungry than recently to get my cock inside her as soon as we got to her room and there was the first signs of dawn when I finally got to sleep. ***** After Alice dismounted me just before noon she started telling me about a few of the engineered exposures that she had planned. Some were just quick flashes and some not even flashes, just actions that would make unsuspecting men think about her pussy. Some were times where she would be naked in front of strangers for quite a while. After she had finished I changed the subject back to the previous night’s party. “Logan was dropping hints that I should put you under and get you to strip naked in public and fuck your brains out but I think that it was more of a case of him wanting to fuck your brains out Alice.” “Hmm, that guy could come in handy sometime, and he’s not that bad looking. Do you think that he’d like to treat me like a rag doll sometime?” “I’m sure that he would but if you’re going to fuck him make sure that he wears a condom, that reminds me, we have to get another big box of those, you enjoyed yourself too much the last time that we went dogging and you had your butt stuck out of the car window.” “Yes, that was good, one of the guys had a really big cock and he knew how to play with my clit while he was fucking me.” “So you said at the time.” “Hey bro, I still like your cock the best and you’re the best at using it.” “Thanks sis but I’m well resigned to not having the biggest cock in the world.” “And I’m well resigned to not having the biggest tits in the world.” “I don’t like big tits, yours are just right for me.” “That’s why I love you bro.” “And I love you too sis, now do you want another load of my cum dumping inside you before we get up?” “Yes please.” Twenty minutes later we both climbed into Alice’s shower then got ready to go out. Alice wanted to walk round all our, and the other university’s notice boards to see if anyone was looking for girls to earn some extra cash doing something that could involve her getting naked. Alice put on a thick top that didn’t reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra and a skirt that came down nearly to her knees. “Going for the demure look are we?” I asked. “Hey, I’m a goody two shoes and I have a reputation to setup and maintain.” I just laughed and out we went. We walked the short distance to our university, Churchill University, where we wandered around and on one notice board near the art department we saw two leaflets that caught our attention, one was for the expected Life Drawing Models and the other one surprised us both ‘Nude Models wanted for Body Painting’. We also saw leaflets for various restaurants and other places all looking for cheap student labour. “I’m happy that we don’t have to resort to any of those.” Alice said. Then I had a brainwave, “Maybe you could apply for a few of those and go for the interview wearing next to nothing and flash the interviewer.” I suggested. Alice took photographs, using her phone, of all the potential adverts. After we’d looked at all the notice boards that we could find we headed to the cafeteria, mainly to get a coffee, but also to think some more about the adverts that we’d seen. As we looked at the nude models ones I suddenly thought of a potential problem, “Did any of the people at the party last night say that they were doing an art course?” I asked. “Not that I heard.” Alice replied. “Me neither, I’d hate for you to be posing in front of an art class with one of our building’s residents drawing your cute pussy, that really would scupper your image.” “Too true bro, but I think that we’ll be okay. Besides, something else might happen that will get me out of the closet.” “Would that be such a bad thing sis?” “Not really, I just want everyone to have a goody two shoes image of me, well to start off with.” “We’ll just have to see how it goes sis. You know that sitting like that, even with that skirt on, you are letting people see up your skirt probably to your pussy?” “I hadn’t thought of it, I guess that I’ve got so used to sitting with my knees wide open like you do that I just forgot.” “No image harm done. The only men that I’ve seen looking your way are way too old to be students.” “They might be lecturers.” “True but there must be hundreds of them here, the odds are on our side. Shall we head over to Clarkson uni, according to google it’s only half a mile away.” About half way there Alice said, “I don’t like wearing long skirts, I’m not getting that nice breeze across my pussy.” “That skirt isn’t really long, I can see your knees, but tell you what, on the way back we’ll call in at one of the shopping centres and see if we can find something very thin with splits up the sides and front.” “Right up to my waist?” “Maybe,” I replied with a little chuckle, “we’ll see what we can find.” “While we’re there I want to get myself a new android phone.” “Why, what’s wrong with the one that you’ve got?” “Nothing, I want a second one that I can setup as a burner phone and have loads of photos of my tits and pussy on it then when were in a crowded place I can send some of the photos to nearby phones using Google’s new Nearby Share.” “Well that’s different to guys sending cock pics.” “Yeah, and using a burner phone no one will know where they came from and that it’s my tits and pussy that they’re wanking over.” “Why wasn’t I born a girl, you have so much more fun than I do.” “But it’s me that you fuck every morning, noon and night.” “True, and you do have a killer body.” At Clarkson uni we wandered around looking for notice boards but didn’t find too many, the ones that we did find Alice photographed for future perusal and decision making. Clarkson, we discovered, is split over a lot more buildings than Churchill and we soon tired of going from building to building. What we did find at Clarkson was a sports centre where we realised that we hadn’t even thought about a sports centre at Churchill, neither of us being that sporty but when Alice saw one at Clarkson she said, “I wonder if Churchill has a sports centre, I can just see myself playing squash or badminton wear an ultra short skirt that’s floating around letting all the other players and spectators see my bare butt and pussy.” “I didn’t realise that you wanted to get any sporty exercise whilst we were at uni Alice.” “I didn’t, I thought that I was done with sports but now that I’ve seen this I can see the potential for some fun.” As we wandered around I did some research on my phone then told Alice that Churchill didn’t have a sports centre but their students could use the sports centre at Clarkson for free. “Better still.” Alice replied, “we can come here and I can flash my bits and with the slight chance that people we know from out uni it will make it more exciting for me.” “I need some new sports gear, I left my old kit back at home.” “That’s okay, I’m going to need some new kit as well, things that I couldn’t get away with wearing in PE lessons.” “Hey, we’re not doing lots of shopping today, I still haven’t fully recovered from last night, I need more sleep.” “Me too, we don’t have to do everything at once, we are here for three years.” “That’s if your little adventures don’t get us thrown out.” “They won’t, who’s going to complain about seeing a girl like me naked.” “No one in their right mind, that’s for sure.” On the way back to our apartments we skipped going shopping, there was a week before classes starting so we’d have plenty of time to do it later. What we did do when we got back was to go to bed again to get some more sleep, and a couple of hours later I woke to the amazing feeling of Alice riding my hard cock. After that we thought that it might be a good idea to go down and check the communal lounge to make sure that it was tidy after the party. I put on Jeans and a T-shirt whilst Alice put on just a very short, low-cut summer dress that she didn’t fasten the bottom three buttons. “A bit risky for your image isn’t it Alice?” “If anyone sees us you hypnotised me when you came to my apartment to collect me to come here then told me to go and change into this dress.” As luck would have it, Logan and Imogen were down there doing the same thing. When Logan saw what Alice was wearing he whispered to me, “I thought that your sister was a prude, she sure doesn’t look that right now.” “When I went to tell her that we were coming down here to tidy-up she didn’t want to come so I put her in her hypnotic state then told her that we were coming here.” “She was wearing that in her apartment?” “Hell no, a much longer skirt and a thick top. Probably underwear as well. I told her to change into that dress.” “So is she wearing any underwear?” “I don’t know. ALICE. Have you got a minute please?” Alice came over to me and Logan and I said, “Alice, Simple Simon Says undo all the buttons on your dress and let us see whether or not you are wearing underwear.” Alice unfastened all the buttons and then held both halves of the dress wide open. “Fucking hell man, that’s one hell of a talent you’ve got there mate, can you get her to take the dress off please? You don’t mind if Alice is naked do you Imogen?” Imogen was like Logan and me, staring at Alice as I said, “Alice, Simple Simon Says take the dress off and continue tidying-up.” Alice was facing the three of us when she got naked then put her dress over the back of a chair before getting on with the job in hand. The next thing that she did was to bend at the waist to pick up an empty beer bottle and put it in a rubbish bag. “And she won’t remember a thing about this?” Imogen asked. “Not unless I tell her to.” I replied. “Wow,” Imogen replied as we watched Alice turn her back to us and bend over to get another bottle. “Don’t you think that you shouldn’t be getting Alice to do that?” Imogen asked. “Well Imogen, the Alice that the public see is a different Alice to when she was at home in her bedroom. Outward she is the prim and proper prude but when she’s on her own ground she is different, a sort of schizophrenic.” “She’s naked in her bedroom?” Logan asked. “Nothing special about that.” Imogen replied, “I often don’t bother with clothes in the privacy of my room, no one can see me.” “Can I come and visit you Imogen?” Logan asked. “She often was, and we shared a bathroom that was between our rooms so the inevitable often happened and she didn’t seem at all bothered by me seeing her naked, but there again, I’m her twin brother and she’s said that I don’t count.” “I wish that I had a twin sister like that.” Logan said. “So have you used this hypnotism thing to get her naked before?” “Yes, a few times.” “Don’t you try hypnotising me,” Imogen said, “when I get naked I want to know what I’m doing and who is looking at me.” “Relax Imogen, I’d never do that, I have enough trouble remembering what state Alice is in so two girls would be too much for me.” “Have you fucked her when she’s hypnotised Archie?” “No Logan, that wouldn’t be right, she’s my sister.” “Have you let anyone else fuck her whilst she’s hypnotised?” “I’ll take the fifth on that Logan.” “So you think that she’s a sort of closet slut then?” Imogen asked. “Yeah I do, we’re both doing a clinical psychology course so I’m hoping to learn more about these things. Now, I think that we should help Alice, it’s not fair that she does all the cleaning.” “You’re right.” Imogen replied and went and started helping Alice. Both Logan and I stayed put, Logan watching Alice bend over again and again, and me watching Imogen. After about a minute I whispered to Logan. “Imogen isn’t wearing any knickers either, like last night.” “Yes, I noticed that too, do you think that she puts out?” “No idea mate, maybe she just doesn’t like wearing knickers, Alice once told me that she hated them.” “Her slut persona coming out.” Logan said, “Yeah, I think so, they say that people can change, maybe Alice will change to be a full time slut.” “Here’s hoping,” Logan said, “hey, maybe you could keep her hypnotised all the time and get her dressing like a slut all the time?” “Hmm, that’s not a bad idea, look at her, she has got a hot body even if I say so.” “She certainly has.” “Hey you two,” Alice said, “are you going to just stand there staring at us or are you going to help us? It’s not like there’s anything worth staring at.” Logan and I looked at each other, smiled and went and helped. When the job was completed we all sat on the sofas, the girls sitting on one and Logan and I sitting on another that was facing the girls. I quickly saw that Alice sat with her knees apart a bit, her pussy visible, and Imogen didn’t cross her legs, I could see her bald pubis. I looked at Logan and saw that he had noticed as well. “So, Imogen, Logan, got anything planned until classes start?” I asked. “No, I’ve done all my registering and so nothing to do for a week except have some fun. I might go to a club that someone mentioned.” “How about having another party here?” Logan asked, “we could invite any new friends that we’ve met.” “Good idea.” Alice said, may as well start as we intend to go on.” We agreed on the Wednesday evening and Logan and Imogen volunteered to make sure that everyone else in the building knew about it. “Alice,” I said, “Simple Simon Says put your clothes back on.” “When she was ‘decent’ again I brought her out of her trance with, Clap, clap, clap, “Rhubarb”. “Come on Alice,” Imogen said, “we’re going to make some posters for the party.” “We’re having another party?” Alice asked. “Yes on Wednesday.” “Oh, great idea, why didn’t I think of that.” The two girls went off to make a couple of posters leaving Logan and me finishing my drinks. “So are you going to get Alice naked again?” “Do you want me to?” “Hell yeah, she’s got a great body. Will you let me fuck her when she’s ‘under’?” “Do you want me to?” “I do, you must really hate your sister getting her to do things like that.” “Not at all, I love my sister it’s just that she works so hard and she needs to let herself go at times, enjoy things that her prudish side wouldn’t approve of.” “That sort of makes sense. I’d sure like to get my hands on her body.” “Like a rag doll or just to fuck her?” “A rag doll, what to you mean Archie?” “With her naked and you moving her body to any position that you want.” “Like with her legs spread wide open or back over her head?” “Yeah, something like that, I guess that you’re limited by your imagination.” “That sounds like fun, everyone could have a go at moving parts of her, even the girls, they could use her as a dummy for a human biology lesson.” “That would be funny, and I could take photographs but not show them to her, she’d have a mare if she saw them whilst she was ‘normal’. “You’ve go to show me how to hypnotise a girl Archie.” “A hypnotists is only as good as the susceptibility of the victim Logan.” “Well I guess that Alice is very susceptible then.” “Yes, I guess she is.” “Right, Wednesday, an evening of naked Alice then,” Logan said, “I hope that the others don’t mind.” “They don’t have to stay and watch.” “True. Hey, would you mind if us guys took photographs of her when she’s naked?” “Go for it mate, but just make sure that Alice never sees them.” “I’m sure that the guys will be very discreet Archie.” *****

Mary at Night by Jappio Part 1 It had been couple of weeks since camp. Mary really didn't do a whole lot afterwords. Julie and Jenny both were busy or something, so they weren't around to make her do anything. Mary would often think about the events at camp and on the way back; she really couldn't forget it. Around the house, when she was sure her parents were gone, she would close all the windows and run around undressed. She would start off slow though, merely walking around in her underwear. She ventured the rooms like this for a bit, and then she would take off her bra and continue. Eventually she would than remove her panties. She would say to herself, "I'm actually enjoying this." She wasn't quite comfortable with it fully though, and didn't really find herself just sitting on the couch watching TV too often. She considered going outside, but quickly dismissed the idea. Without the two girls around, she really couldn't push herself. One hot night, she found herself unable to sleep. It was much too warm that night. She was in a gray boring t shirt, some black cotton shorts, and a pair of sky blue panties. She was so bothered by the warmth. She tried getting up and getting a drink, but it was no good. Back in her bed she couldn't stand it anymore. After checking to make sure her door was closed, she removed the shorts from her. She knew her parents were sound asleep by then. After getting back into bed she did feel much better now that she had less on. She still wasn't tired though. She felt bored, and restless; she needed to do something. Then like fate, her phone started to ring. She quickly got out of the bed and went to it. Realizing though as she was answering it she no longer had her shorts on. She wasn't use to being dressed like this, so she was fidgety as she asked who was on the other end. "Hey, glad you're up. It's me, Julie, and Jenny is here too. We were thinking of maybe coming and picking you up, having some fun." "What, now? It's almost midnight," Mary responded. "Yeah, why not. We could have a lot of fun. Here, we'll come to talk to you right now. You're in your bedroom?" Julie asked. "Yes, sure, just let me throw something," but before she could finished they hung up. Mary now looked around the room to find her discarded shorts. Before that could happen though Jenny was knocking on her window. Mary really couldn't just leave her waiting there so she went over to the window, made sure her shirt was covering up, and opened up the window. "Oh, I hope we didn't wake you or anything," Jenny said noticing the way Mary was dressed. "Oh, no it's OK, I wasn't able to get to sleep, I'm not tired," Mary explained. "Great, so come on out, we can go have some fun then, that should make you sleepy," Jenny said as she motioned her to climb out the window. "Let me get a little more decent, I couldn't go out in this. It's embarrassing enough you caught me in just this," Mary said as she turned to go look for something to put on. "In just that, you are dressed plenty much," Jenny said as she reached in and flipped up the back of Mary's shirt, revealing her pantied butt. Mary quickly tugged her shirt down, turning red due to Jenny's giggling. "Scratch that, you're dressed more than enough. If you really consider that something embarrassing to be caught in, me and Julie have a lot more work to do." "I can't go out on the town like this Jenny. I need to at least get pants," Mary argued. "Oh, its not like we're going to a club anything. With this warm night that is the way to dress. Also we were thinking this wouldn't be a normal hang out time. We were thinking we'd have THAT kind of fun if you know what I mean," Jenny said, once again motioning for Mary to come out. "Oh, but, in just this... We aren't going anywhere risky? I don't' know if I want to walk out in the front yard like this, much less anywhere else." "It'll be fine, Julie is parked out there right now. We won't do anything you don't want to try anyways. Remember, we're pros at this, we know how to handle this," Jenny explained. Mary stopped to think for a second. The last time she had done this kind of thing, it left her pretty embarrassed and scared. Yet at the same time it was fun and exciting, she did want to try more of it, but she didn't think she would be picked up at night for some of this 'training'. Mary saw Jenny's face though, and she seemed really excited to try this. She checked down and saw the shirt was pretty long. Even with the shorts, half the time you couldn't see them. She was for the most part decent. She peaked out the window, making sure no one else was standing around. Mary took a deep breath and climbed out the window. She probably gave Jenny a great look at her panties. When she was finally fully out of the window, and seeing the huge grin on Jenny's face, she knew she probably saw. Mary was already nervous. She felt plenty undressed. With only a t shirt and panties it didn't feel like she was wearing much. The warm night air didn't send chills through her, but there was a breeze she could feel go up the shirt and on her thighs. She thought then about the shirt and what would happen if her nipples got hard. She tried to put the thought out of her head though, it would probably make the ideas come true. Jenny was already walking out towards the front yard. They were at the side of the house, and it was mostly concealed. The neighbors house was hidden behind a fence, and the only way people would be seeing in was from Mary's room or the road. On the road Mary could see Julie sitting in the car. Mary took a deep breath and then quickly walked out into the front yard. All the neighbor's lights were off, and the street had no one but Julie and Jenny. That time of night Mary's neighborhood was pretty quiet. Jenny and Mary both got into the car, and they drove off right away. Mary was already plenty excited and scared from just the short walk. She hadn't even really comprehended she was in a moving vehicle yet, and she didn't even know where. "Hey there, just get out of bed or something?" Julie asked looking at how Mary was dressed. "Jenny said I was fine this way," Mary said getting afraid that maybe Jenny tricked her. "It's fine, look at how I'm dressed," Julie said. Mary looked up into the front seat. Julie seemed to be in the same state of dress as Mary. Then though Jenny reached over and pulled the shirt up to Julie's tummy. Mary gasped, "You're not even wearing panties!" Mary was partially in disbelief. "Well of course, you can't be the only one having fun," Julie said as Jenny let go of the shirt, Julie not bothering to straighten, leaving a lot of her legs showing. Mary thought for a second, maybe she was safe. If Julie was in even less dress, it must mean they wouldn't do anything too crazy. But Mary remembered that the two of them were suppose to be pretty experienced in this, and that her being partially undressed didn't mean anything. Jenny though was wearing shorts and a pretty short top showing off her stomach. Both looked like they too just got out of bed. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but what are we going to do?" Mary said, as she sat back, waiting to hear what. "Oh, we aren't fully sure. We might just do a few quick runs some places. We'll see what we come up with," Jenny explained as they continued to drive through the night. "Hey, Mary, hand up your shirt for a sec," Jenny commanded Mary. Mary was caught off guard a bit, and didn't do it right away. "Oh come on now, its night time, its plenty safe," she said. This time Mary peeled the shirt off of her, leaving her in just her panties. Shortly after that though, the car came to a halt. "OK Mary, you can come with us or not, but you don't have to of course if you don't want to. I'm in the mood for a quick walk, you'll have to come as you are if you want to see," Julie said with a wink as she got out with Jenny. Jenny still had Mary's shirt. Mary looked out the window with her eyes wide as Julie took off her shirt. Julie was now there, naked in the night. Mary couldn't quite see too well since it was too dark, but could tell she had nothing on now. Noticing the vacantness of the road, Mary decided to step out for a moment. She hid from the road by hiding by the car and looked as Julie and Jenny started walking off, as if nothing bothered them. Mary looked both ways down the road. She felt way too vulnerable standing there by herself. She had to follow the other two and see Julie do this. Quickly catching up, she walked along with the two, Jenny holding most of the clothes. Mary felt nervous most of the time, specially with herself in just a pair of panties, yet seeing Julie do it fully naked kept her plenty distracted. They arrived at the entrance of a park, Jenny and Julie walked right in. Mary was hesitant to follow in, but knew she wasn't going to go back or wait out front, so she followed. She knew that she did have a choice in these adventures, but Jenny and Julie knew how to make it seem as if she didn't. Jenny stopped though when she saw a couple sitting on a bench, enjoying the night sky. They had yet to even notice the three people approaching, two of them awfully exposed. "Julie, Mary, get your shirts on," She said as she handed the shirts back. After being covered again Julie gave Jenny some kind of nod. "We're going to go walk by these people, and don't worry, you're plenty covered," Jenny explained as they started walking down the path. Mary noticed the path was lit, and she wasn't 100% content with it. Seeing Julie doing it with even less on made her able to through with it. As they were passing the couple though, Julie made a sudden move. She found her way behind Jenny and quickly yanked down Jenny's shorts. In an instant Mary could see Jenny's pert butt bathed in the overhead light. She then realized what a view the people on the bench were seeing. Jenny tensed up for a moment. Shock came over her as she suddenly let out a slight scream. Julie just laughed as she continued to pull the the shorts down to her ankles. She struggled for a moment and wiggled her legs. She then turned towards Mary. Her face was red with embarrassment and distress. With her legs now tangled in her shorts partially, she reached down to try and pull them up. Mary watched in awe as she thought of the view from behind. She was bent at the waste, practically bottomless, the couple were probably getting a great view. It didn't end yet though. Jenny struggled but soon toppled over onto the grass as Julie got the shorts over her feet. She waved them in the air in triumph and then started to run off with them. Jenny sat up a bit, still with shock on her face. She covered up her exposed self and got up. She held one hand loosely over her pussy, and ran. Mary watched as her and her jiggling butt chased Julie. Julie ran circles around the bench and Mary, laughing the whole time, Jenny thoroughly embarrassed now. Julie threw the shorts to Mary, which Mary was lucky to catch. Mary didn't know what to do with them. Julie said something to the extent of run, but Jenny got up to Mary. Mary could just feel how embarrassed Jenny must have been, she quickly handed over the shorts to her. "Thank you so much Mary!" Jenny said as she got the shorts back on quickly. She looked back at the couple on the bench, in just as much shock as Mary. They both had amused looks too though, almost chuckling. Jenny was still red in the face. "Thanks a lot Julie, why the hell did you have to go and do that, oh man that was just cruel. I can't believe you!" Jenny yelled as she hid her face in her hands and ran off, Mary followed, leaving Julie there saying something about not being such a prune. "Oh my god Jenny, I'm so sorry, that must have been horrible," Mary said, rubbing her back as they were walking out of site of the couple now. Mary felt really bad for her, she knew she would have felt humiliated after something like that. "You better be sorry. That was such a good run too," Jenny said as she seemed to be making a complete 180 turn in her attitude. She still was red in the face with embarrassment, but she seem more happy and full of energy. "Wait, what do you mean?" Mary says getting really confused. "Well you seem to forget fast, and are bad at taking a hint," Julie said as she emerged from the nearby trees. "Julie, how could you do that awful thing to Jenny!" Mary yelled at her, angrily. "It's OK Mary. She did exactly as I wanted her to, she got the hint before," Jenny explained to Mary, who now had a confused look on her face. "You should know I like doing stunts like that." "That was a stunt, you had that planned the whole time?" Mary asked. "Not exactly. Julie here is allowed to do that kind of thing to me anytime she wants. Just as long as its not like around the wrong people. She doesn't need any cue or 'OK' to do it either, but I noticed the perfect place to do it before her I guess," Jenny explained. "In my defense, I was enjoying my nude stroll, I wasn't quite thinking about looking for an audience for you," Julie said. "Oh, always so selfish, always about you," Jenny sarcastically argued. "Well it seemed way too real, next time warn me," Mary requested. "Sure, but make sure to help a bit too, giving me my pants back so soon isn't necessary, but I thank you for the kind gesture," Jenny said. Part 2 Looking back, Julie checked to see if anyone was around. "OK, back to business." She said as she removed her shirt, leaving her naked once again. "Mary, you'll join me again, right?" "Oh, but with the two people here?" Mary said, worried they could show up any time. "Nah, after that little show, they left the other way," Julie explained. Mary decided to go with it and soon Jenny had both shirts. Jenny then though went up next to Mary. "How about you join me all the way," Julie suggested coyly. Mary wasn't too sure about this idea. Mary though felt something wiggle its way into the back of her panties. Julie had slipped a finger right under the waistband of her underwear, it was resting right along the crack of her butt. "Come on now, you know you like this," She said, wiggling the back of her panties down a just a tad. Mary really couldn't say much though, she was too concentrated on the finger. The light lingering touch it gave, it was so sensuous. "I said admit it, you like this." "I don't know what you are talking about," Mary said with a little short of breath. "You know, this!" Julie said as she pulled the panties down even more, wiggling her finger even more now. Mary was starting to stand on tippy toes. The feeling was driving her mad. She felt so odd, another woman was giving her such a crazy feeling. "I do, I mean, no I don't, no this is weird," She said again is a gasp. "You said you liked this before though, a change of heart perhaps?" She said as pulled the panties down far enough show off her butt behind, and to show off some hairs in front. "You seem awfully confused, I really thought you liked getting naked." Mary than realized she wasn't talking about the finger. Was Julie not actually trying to send any sexual messages? Mary suddenly felt very guilty. "Oh um, yeah I do like it, just sort of hard to admit, ya know?" She said with a forced giggle. Before she knew it though the panties were now guided down to the ground. Mary was too distracted at first to have noticed the stripping, she now felt almost like screaming at the shock. She looked around quickly and saw where they were standing on the path, not too far from the lights, she felt really exposed. "Do we have to keep standing here, someone could come at anytime?" Mary asked looking around in all directions. "Ok, let me get these, I'll be back with the car, that should give you two plenty of time to have fun," Jenny said as she snatched the panties that were on the ground. "Ohh, don't take the clothes with you," Mary said, getting afraid of what could happen. "It will be fine, knowing you, you'll just hide in the trees, should be safe enough," Jenny said as she walked out of the park to get the car. Mary just stood, almost angry. She though knew she was right, and she quickly darted for the trees and stood away from the light, Julie walked over casually. "You know its pretty low risk this time of night. Also if anyone catches you it's not the end of the world," Julie tried letting Mary know. "You've done worse." "It was easier then, we weren't so close to home," Mary said, feeling sort of bad and disappointed in herself. "Ok, how about this for some push, I DARE you to go out and spin around the light pole a few times," Julie dared Mary. "I don't know..." Mary said thinking about it. She thought about her going out, naked and under the light, in plain view, no cover nearby. She could feel herself starting to get wet just at the idea. She wasn't sure though, she wanted more from it. "I'll do it, but you have to do a dare from me, anything I say." "If it's within reason, sure. I have to hear it first," Julie said smiling. "Ok, I dare you to go to the light too, but you have to do a pole dance," Mary said, hoping to see Julie squirm at the idea. "Sounds good, I guess I could give you your own private show." Julie said winking. "Um no, its not that I, it's just I thought it would be embarrassing or something. I mean someone could come while you were," Mary tried explaining, getting red in the face. "Oh I'm sure no one will come, no reason to get embarrassed, only you'll be seeing, and I'll be seeing you naked up there first anyways," Julie said as she nodded her head as a sign for Mary to go. Mary slowly stepped forward. Julie then gave a quick pat on Mary's butt to get her moving. Blushing Mary quickly squirried off to the light. She didn't waste time though, she quickly started doing a few circles around it. She started to get in a daze. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Out in the middle of the park, fully naked and circling around the very bright light. Julie was probably staring at her nude form, all of it. She brought her hands up to her nipples and lightly rubbed them real quick. They were hard and sensitive. She knew not to reach down and touch between her legs, she knew what it might lead to. After about 20 circles, she was getting dizzy and too nervous to stay. She returned quickly next to Julie. "See, not too hard, now watch and learn," Julie said as she quickly took Mary's place at the pole. She started to sway her hips. "I sort of wish I had clothes just so I could strip out of them, would make this not feel so weird," Julie shouted back to Mary. Mary just stood in awe watching Julie. Julie was quite beautiful, and Mary had to admit watching her was quite erotic. Julie danced and swerved around the pole. She would rub it up against her body, between her breast and butt cheeks. She would squat and unsquat. She wasn't the perfect pole dancer, but she was still plenty sexy. Mary almost let a hand wander too far. Mary though looked around to see if anyone had caught her at all. That is when she saw Jenny standing at the park entrance, walking toward Julie. "Well, what did I miss here, hope it wasn't anything too fun?" Jenny said as Julie stopped. "Oh nothing much, you should have seen Mary, she went and did a few spins around this thing. See, she isn't too much of a stick in the mud." "I never thought she was, just trying to rile her up. Mary, why don't you come on down by us," Jenny asked. Mary didn't see the point in hiding anymore, she felt safe enough, especially if the other two were there. She approached them and noticed how her clothes weren't with Jenny. "We should get to the car and go to our next stop," Jenny said as she and Julie headed off, Mary quickly followed. "Where are we going next?" Mary asked, getting worried that they still weren't done, and she felt already pushed enough. "You know we like to keep things a surprise," Julie said as she got in the car, Jenny getting in on her side, leaving Mary the back seat again, which she was happy with since she was naked. They drove off and through the night. It was quiet out, and Mary felt relieved. Julie hadn't gotten dressed, and Mary didn't even know where her clothes were. She just sat quietly, worrying of the next task. Eventually they had reached a gas station. No other cars were parked there, only someone inside probably working behind the counter. "Mary, you get to fill up and pay," Jenny told Mary. "Ha, funny, maybe if you gave me clothes I would," Mary said, assuming she was just joking. "Here's your shirt, put $10 dollars worth in," Julie said handing Mary the shirt. "I have to go out there in just this, but what if," Mary started to say before she was cut off. "Oh your shirt covers plenty and its the dead of night, you'll be fine," Jenny said. With that Mary stopped arguing, and carefully climbed out of the car. She felt the air swirl up her shirt, against her bare bottom. She only had a few inches of safety, she could be exposed to anyone at any time. She filled up the car though, without any situation. She quickly returned to the car door and was about to get in. "Take this and go pay up, would you hun?" Julie said, handing her the money to pay for the gas. Mary wanted to argue, but at the same time, she was getting excited. She decided not to, it would be a repeat of the one that took place just a few moments ago. She looked towards the door of the station, and slowly walked towards it. She took one step at a time, and soon found herself at the door. She opened it and walked right inside. She was almost out of breath. She was now inside a public building, with only a T-shirt on. The man at the counter looked up from the paper he was reading, then looked back at it. Mary slowly walked into the store. She could feel the shirt move across her bare butt, against her hard nipples, and the wetness between her legs slowly dripping down. She knew how little she was dressed, but she felt a little safer seeing the man not staring her down. She didn't know what to do exactly, she just looked around the store, seeing no one. She got nervous though, she felt as if at any moment her shirt could just burst into flames and be a pile of ashes around her feet. Julie and Jenny could just walk right in and take the shirt. They could then hold her arms at her sides, and let the man see everything. While lost in thought her hands rubbed the sides of the shirts. Her hands drifted around to her butt, and gently grazed it. She played with the back of the shirt, she curled her fingers around the hem and felt up her legs till the tips of her fingers touched the bottom of her butt. She could feel how close it was from being exposed. She started to pull the back of the shirt up. She was so lost in thought, she didn't realize what she was doing till the shirt was exposing half her ass. She made a quick yelp and pulled her shirt down, she just realized she was taking this too far, she knew she didn't want to actually be stripped nude in the middle of the store, or at least that is what she thought. "You ok ma'am, ready to pay?" The man said, not looking away from the paper, Mary thanked god he hadn't been watching her fantasizing there. She couldn't really say much except for "Here" when she approached the man. He rang her up, gave back the few cents in change, and Mary left. The whole time she felt she was in a different world, and soon she found herself back in the car, heading off to who knows where. Part 3 "Well how did it go?" Jenny asked, concerned by the quietness. Mary was a tad startled by the break in silence. "Fine, I guess." Mary said, going over the whole thing in her head again. She was a bit lost. At times she was so very shy, and didn't seem to have the courage to do more, but at other times she couldn't stop herself. "Well we are almost at the next stop, be ready, oh and give us the shirt." Julie asked. Mary handed up the shirt without question now, she was too far gone to argue something that simple. "Ok, we should explain what you are doing before getting there," Jenny said as Mary perked up so she could see what she was expected to do. "You will take your panties, ring someone's door, and then put those panties on the door nob, then we drive off." "Wait, what? I'm just going to give some stranger my panties? And what about not getting caught." "It's just ding dong ditching, and we'll make sure the lights are off in the house, it's real late, no one will catch us, they'll probably be sleeping. Should be a good quick thrill," Julie said, while she handed back Mary's panties. Mary slipped them on and sat to think about it. She was once again being convinced by some inside voice to do it. She felt she couldn't say no. Julie was right though, she knew if it were her, she wouldn't be able to get to the door in those few seconds if someone came ringing the bell at this time of night. Before Mary could think about it more though, they were parked outside some house. "Looks like its dead in there, lets not wait till morning and get going Mary," Jenny told Mary. Mary went with it, she slowly stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her. Her will to go forward wasn't strong enough quite yet, she ducked down next to the car, and waited awhile. She was still running thoughts through her head. She had her hands cupping her breast, slightly rubbing her hard nipples in the process. "They'll be heading off to work tomorrow, and they'll find MY panties sitting there on their handle." Mary thought to herself. She moved a hand down to her panties, feeling them, probably for the last time. "My WET panties," she corrected herself. "Hey Mary, you better get going. Had it been Julie hesitating this much, I'd start honking the horn and driving away," Jenny told Mary out the window. This got Mary's legs moving. Mary stood and looked around and made a quick dash over the person's yard. She reached the door and stood for a moment, looking to make sure no one was around. She could see Jenny and Julie watching out the window of the car. Mary held her finger to the door bell button, and waited a moment. Holding her breath she pressed down on the button, hearing it echo from within the house. She quickly made her move, she began to strip out of the panties. She didn't have time to stop to realize she was outside in some neighborhood stripping off her last piece of clothing. As she had her panties in her hands though, she was suddenly blinded. She didn't know what it was, she looked around and blinked a few times. She was now bathed in light from above. It was some light, one of those that go off when they sense motion. Mary wished she could hide, but there was nowhere, and she remembered what she still had to do. She took her panties, and put the leg hole around the door nob. As she was gripping the door nob though, she felt it turn. Her heart stopped. She could feel herself being pulled forward as her hand gripped tight on the nob. Mary balanced one foot, hand wrapped around the nob, as some woman in a night gown, stared blankly at the naked girl standing in her door way. Mary stared wide eyed at the girl, she could feel her face going red. She was thinking a mile a minute, but could not move. She thought of what this woman was thinking. Of how she viewed her. Of what she could see! Mary was outstretched, one leg off the ground, she could only imagine the view. This stranger at who knows what hour of the night was now witness to her perverted prank. She now saw her there, naked at night, and would now have a face to go with those panties on the door nob. Time started to move again for Mary though, she quickly stood and turned. The woman still in awe watched as Mary ran back to the car, her butt being the last thing she saw as Mary quickly slammed the door shut, laying in the back seat as they drove off. "Oh my god Mary, wish I were you, that looked like loads of fun," Jenny said back to Mary, who still had her face buried in her hands. Mary felt so humiliated. She hadn't recognized the woman, but she still felt as if she knew every secret she had. Mary couldn't stand the feeling, but at the same time, noticed something else. She felt uncomfortable feeling between her legs. She knew the feeling though, she was horny. Yet she wasn't just a little, she was really horny. The only thing that stopped her from bringing herself off was the fact that she was so confused, she wouldn't even have cared that Jenny and Julie would be right there for the whole thing. "I hope you're OK Mary, that wasn't too much, was it?" Julie asked, looking back at Mary. Mary sat up, she was still plenty red, but knew she would be fine. "Yeah, I think so." Jenny now spoke up. "Don't worry, think of that woman as a complete stranger. It will be pretty embarrassing, and will be for a long time, maybe forever. Yet I bet if you learn to love that embarrassment, you won't mind it so much." Mary knew Jenny was right. She couldn't just sulk about it. "So, where are we going next?" Mary asked the other two. "Oh, up for more huh? Didn't think you would," Julie said, smiling as she looked back to Mary. "I wouldn't want to end the night till we're all good and done," Mary said, sort of shocked herself that she still wanted to keep going. She herself didn't know where this confidense was coming from. Perhaps by this point her mind was just too cloudy to think straight anymore. "That's the spirit. I think you deserve some type of reward too. Jenny, lets stop and pull over, so we can go over what we will do next," Julie suggested. Julie went with it and they stopped at the side of the road, still in the quiet neighborhood. Julie and Jenny got out, Jenny holding both T-shirts. Mary too followed out, although she was a bit more cautious about it, she too was just as naked as Julie. "We'll go back to another gas station, but I have something special planned for you. Don't worry, though, I'll be joining you," Jenny explained. She then started to take off her shorts and t shirt. "Julie, hand us out shirts." Mary didn't hesitate to get dressed. Jenny got into the a shirt Mary hadn't seen before. It was tie die and Mary instantly noticed that while it was on Jenny's body, it was much too short. In front Mary could almost see Jenny's pussy, and from behind the bottom of her as cheeks were peaking out. "Ok, hold still Mary," Julie said as Mary did so. She could feel Julie was doing something behind her, and with the back of her shirt. Mary though did not move as she asked, and when Julie was done, Mary couldn't quite feel what was different. "What did you do back there?" Mary asked as she let her hands wander back there. She first checked her butt, and instantly felt her butt, but that was the issue. There was no shirt, just her butt. Her eyes grew wide as she felt up more and found in some way the shirt was fastened so the hem was above the top of her ass. She quickly turned her exposed back side to the car out of site of everyone. She looked down and was relieved the front wasn't showing an equally revealing show. "Ok, so what am I going to be doing that has my butt showing?" "Well, I think we need to pick up some refreshments, probably stop at another gas station. You won't go alone though, Jenny will be joining you." Julie explained. "So I will be just standing there with my butt exposed, how will I avoid getting caught?" Mary asked, now getting worried again at how she would pull off a stunt like this. "Just keep your backside faced away, or just proudly show off your butt, I'm sure no one will mind seeing it. Anyways, look at Jenny here," Julie said. Then as if on cue Jenny raised her arms, raising her shirt, showing off the the bottom of her pussy lips. "She is taking a lot more risks, and will be a good distraction." Mary thought about seeing Jenny like that in the gas station, seeing the person running it watching her as she nearly, or even fully exposed herself. Mary wanted to be witness to that, and wanted to try and risk her exposed state there. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to avoid them seeing her. Part 4 "Well then girls, time for you two to get in the car so we can go have some fun," Julie said excitedly as she climbed into the car, followed by Mary and Jenny. It didn't take long, and soon they were parked at the nearest gas station. Like before, no one was in site. Mary quickly got out with Jenny, she didn't want to lose her nerve now. Both approached the front door, and walked in. The young man of 20 something was not at the counter, but instead organizing the racks of snacks. Seeing customers he excused himself back to the counter, doing a double take at Jenny noticing the shirt, and wondering what she could have on underneath. Jenny faced away from him, and looked at Mary. She was all smiles, and Mary knew she had to get out of site of the cashier. She walked backwards, facing Jenny, so to keep her butt away from view. Mary though had to stop and watch as Jenny looked down at something on a shelf below. She then calmly bent down to get it. Mary saw the cashiers eyes widen and focus. Mary knew what he was seeing, he was seeing Jenny's bare ass. Mary couldn't keep looking though, it would make this all seem too obvious. She quickly walked backwards and behind the racks so she could stay out of site from the man. Mary didn't have to worry of where her butt was pointing now, so she relaxed. She felt back behind her just to double check it was all real. It surely was when her hand came in contact with the soft skin of her cheeks. Jenny came around the corner, she was still all smiles, she had in her hands some random bag of peanuts, probably from the bottom shelf. Jenny stuck out her tongue and lifted her shirt, flashing Mary. Mary being in a good mood did the same back to Jenny, the two giggled at their naughty game they were having right in the middle of a gas station. Before anything else could happen though, the door opened, and in walked some big man who looked tired, and had been driving a truck all night. Mary quickly faced towards the man, keeping her butt away from him. She hoped he was just getting gas, but he soon was approaching the two girls. Mary clasped her hands behind her, getting nervous. The man got closer and closer, and looked for his own snacks and drinks. He walked right by Jenny and looked at Mary, he seemed a little confused why Mary was staring at him. "Excuse me little missy, I need to get back here." He said pointing to the refrigerator behind Mary. Mary was unsure what to do, she would have to move backwards to keep her secret hidden, but that could put her in view of the guy behind the counter. Mary had little choice though, if she turned away from this man, he would surely see. Mary just backed up and watched as the man got something from the refrigerator. Mary kept her hands behind her, but this may have been a bad move. She was idly rubbing her cheeks. All she could think about was how exposed they were. How anyone could see them back there. She was getting a little too far gone. She though was alert enough to notice when the man was done in the fridge. "Hey, I hope I'm not intimidating you little missy." The man said, seeing Mary still staring at him. "Where are my manners, I'm sure there is something you need from in here." He said as he held the door open for her, with warm inviting smile. Little did he know the real reason why Mary was so worried, and why she wasn't moving even after her offer. "Hey, I'll grab it for you Mary." Jenny said, coming to Mary's rescue. Jenny slipped around the man, and while he held it open, she reached up and started to try and get the soft drink all the way up there. Mary though was no longer staring at the man, but at Jenny's exposed butt. Jenny' stretching that high made it quite noticeable. It was just inches away from the man. Mary also now noticed the man was staring down at Jenny's butt, probably thanking god for his luck now. Jenny got the drink, and the man went off to the counter. "Thank you so much Jenny, I thought I was doomed there. I owe you one," Mary said to Jenny. "Don't worry about it, I'll be sure to find a way for you to pay me back. I was actually considering falling, give him a peak up front, but I don't know if I could have pulled the innocent look too well in that position. Oh well I'm sure he's happy." She giggled back as the man left after paying. "Well how about one day you just expose me to someone, surprise me," She said as she went and continued to look around the store. Mary just stared wide eyed, had she just asked her to strip her in public whenever she wanted? She wouldn't have thought she would be given such trust. Was she serious though. She remembered back to the park, and how she had said she would have wished she had gone along with it. Mary now wandered around with Jenny, still making sure to remember her exposed backside. She still didn't know what to make of it. Before long though She had gathered a few snacks and drinks and now was at the counter, starting to pay for the things. The man at the counter was intently looking between both Mary's and Jenny's shirt. Mary noticed and knew why. She didn't even have to look, she could feel her nipples were hard and poking against the shirt, Jenny probably had the same issue. Mary decided now was the time to find out. She was scared of what would happen, if it was really a joke, but with the things that had been happening, she knew it should be OK. She at least hoped it would be OK. The cashier was saying the price of the things and Jenny placed the money on the counter. Mary then had her arm around the sides of Jenny's shirt. Mary then shouted "Surprise!" as she lifted the shirt upwards. Soon the shirt was going inside out, and Jenny's hands were tangled. All within that instant things were quiet, Jenny though soon realized what was going on and she screeched. Mary was about to let go, but then she felt Jenny struggling. She noticed instantly it was weak. Mary knew Jenny couldn't be that weak, no Jenny was already playing along. Mary knew that she couldn't stop yet, so she also kept the show going. Mary could tell Jenny was getting into it though. As she moved and swayed faking an attempt to escape, her legs waddled apart, she would arch her back one way or the other, and made sure to move her chest to maximize the amount of jiggle on her breast. The clerk just stood and watched as he saw this beautiful woman practically naked in his store. Mary didn't know how long to keep it going, but Jenny seemed to be advancing things herself. She swayed and turned towards her, tieing up the shirt some. She then bent down at the waist, legs partially spread, trying to pull the shirt free from Mary's grip. Mary though held on, but soon all at once the pulling on the shirt stopped. On the ground below her was Jenny; she had fell out of the shirt. She had caught herself with her hands, and now was there on the ground, bent at the waste, her feet 3 feet or so apart, and the clerk staring intently at the wonderful view he was being given. Mary now was in too much awe to do anything. She didn't even remember about her own shirt and exposure. She couldn't recall any other moments that night. She now only stood there, staring at her friend on the ground, naked. She actually wished she could be behind the counter too, just to see this spectacle from that angle. Jenny then reacted, and she scrambled up into a standing position. She was facing away from the clerk and gave Mary a smile and a wink. Mary knew then for sure that she hadn't done anything wrong. Jenny then turned towards the clerk, not even bothering to cover. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry about this. I didn't think wearing so little would be such a big deal, but sadly I have such a rude friend!" Jenny said, in a apologetic tone. Mary noticed that Jenny was also blushing a lot. Mary was almost surprised, specially thinking that she was the one who was suppose to like it. Jenny then frantically danced her hands over her body in a half attempt to cover up. She then turned and swiped the shirt from Mary, who was still too in awe to do anything but stand and watch. She held the shirt in front of her in one hand. This though didn't prove to be too useful, her nipples were still viewable on each side of the shirt as the shirt draped down between them. The shirt's length also didn't help as it stopped right above the top her slit, keeping her for the most part mostly naked. "I'm again sorry, I can't believe this happened. Please keep the change, I'm really sorry." "No don't be ma'am, I understand, and you don't need to be so ashamed." The man said, almost sounding as if he was trying to hit on her. "Well I got to get going, and I can't believe what you did Mary!" She said as she shot an evil glare at Mary and then, stormed off, her butt bouncing and in view as she left. Mary stared at the site, this though reminded her of her own predicament. She was still plenty exposed herself, and she still had to get out. "Um yeah, sorry about that, couldn't really help myself" Mary said as she side stepped and started walking backwards out of the store, keeping eye contact with the guy. "Oh don't be, I should thank you for that wonderful show, come back anytime," He said, still probably picturing Jenny. Mary pressed her back against the door to open it, she could feel her own butt pressing against the cold glass. She was once again outside and saw the car waiting for her. She quickly made her way in and they were soon gone. Jenny then looked back. "Wow, good job, wasn't expecting you to have the guts to try it so soon," she said, starting to laugh. "Yeah, sounded like a real show, are you sure you don't strip girls all the time. Wish I had been there," Julie said laughing along with Jenny. "No! I just mean she said she wanted me to. It was Ok for me to do that, right?" Mary said, worried she might have done something wrong. "That was nearly perfect. I had to slightly run the show a little more, but that's understandable. I might just have to return the favor," Jenny said winking. Mary thought for a second and realized what she was implying with that. "Oh no, its fine, you don't have to!" She said in a bit of a panic, afraid she would soon find herself in the same position as Jenny. "Oh don't worry, when I return the favor you'll know when its coming, you are after all still a beginner," Jenny said as they continue to drive. Mary fell silent now. She couldn't believe all that happen. She had her butt exposed in gas station, and stripped another girl naked. She couldn't get her mind off it. She almost couldn't keep her hand off of her pussy. She could feel herself dripping wet, she was afraid about leaving a mess on the seat, so she removed her shirt. She then sat on it and relaxed about not giving away her dirty little secret now. "Well look at you, getting naked even without our request. I think we finally corrupted her Julie," Jenny said looking back at Mary sitting naked. Mary blushed at this comment, but had realized she had gotten a lot more content with her nudity, even though it was just in the safety of the backseat at night. The car came to a stop and Mary looked out the window. She saw she was once again home. "We're back?" Mary questioned. "Yep, it's been an incredible night though. Two accidentals, my god I can't wait to get home," Jenny said getting out of the car, still naked. "Yeah, I'm glad you decided to come with us. It was a real blast, and I think you'd agree," Julie said taking a brief glance between Mary's legs, which Mary quickly clamped together as she blushed. Julie also stepped out of the car. Mary looked out into her neighborhood and saw very little activity. She also stepped out of the car. The three girls all joined in a big hug. They said their goodbyes and Julie and Jenny got into the car. "Also you guys, keep the shirt," Mary said to them with a smile as she walked, back to her house. She went around the side and found her window still open. She climbed in and found her way into her bed. She no longer felt the humidity around her. She though still couldn't go to sleep, and was still plenty hot and bothered. Her hand instantly found its ways between her legs. She didn't get to bed till much later that night, and she didn't bother to put any clothes on either. For the days to follow her new habit became her wearing much less and sometimes even nothing to bed.